My Girlfriend's Account Balance

Hitchhiker

Fujiko grabbed the porridge without answering at all looking disappointed. Even slammed the door of his room. Sitting on the dining table chair, for a moment then began to think, what is the mistake?

Trying to remember what happened when he ate the steak. Slowly the hot scene was overshadowed."It can't be just a dream, right?" he laughed to himself.

A moment later recalled Raka who took her to the bathroom. Then flush his body with cold water. After that, he replaced his clothes. Everything was clear in his mind. Although best friend."Fusing!" fujiko grabbed her own hair. Is it because of this? Because Raka saw his strange behavior?

Fujiko then got up, confused as to how the next. Meeting again feels awkward. Only one he can do, pretend not to remember. The decision of the rhino's face he took because Raka was his only friend at the moment, a place for him to lean on. Remember that! This is not Romeo and Juliet but a story of rainbow warriors closely related to friendship.

Slowly the motor matic is turned on by it. Occasionally looking back, hoping Raka would come out of her room. However, nothing happened. The young man did not come out at all.

Meanwhile Raka peeked out from behind the curtains of her room window. The room is dark enough only the laptop is lit there."My soap runs out, the money to buy soap I've bought porridge. But he's no thank you at all." The young man who shook his head was astonished as if he had given a gift worth tens of millions.

The young man who re-typed, running his hobby as a ghost writer is not famous. To date, the number of readers has been few.

His face was smiling, there was no harm in writing the scene last night as writing. His fingers typed quickly, sending his script. Some notifications are seen as a sign of several times getting advice from the editor about his strange writing.

Suggestions that he considered to be the past wind. Improving his own mood in life. If you live in a large family home will save more. But, when there the threat of the contents of his pocket drained will be even greater.

His mother was talking about the latest branded bags, expensive car gas money, not to mention if she drove her mother to the salon. His black card had to come out, his hand trembling as it thought about the contents of his reduced savings.

Rich families are required to always look perfect. Carry a big responsibility as the forerunner of trand fashion. Likewise, he was only allowed to use expensive clothes disposable by his mother. The same life with Immanuel, the difference is that Immanuel lived with pleasure.

While he was not, never happy when rupiah for rupiah floated, even though it was Pattimura (a thousand rupiahs) though. Today she made a big change in her life, buying Fujiko porridge.

A very, very drastic change. Smile after giving a gift to her best friend. Maybe start giving up Fujiko to have a better lover.

He cannot be held responsible. Unimaginable to him, having a wife who would ask for a shelf containing bags worth billions of rupiah, not to mention a collection of clothes, if bored vacation to Paris. Had to finance his wife, swallow her own saliva. In his shadow the benchmark can make women happy is in his mother and girlfriend Immanuel.

If you have a lover, your car and private villa should be ready. The income set aside for skincare should also be there, but if she has the bad luck of her lover asking for plastic surgery abroad, she should also nod.

Finding a life partner is a difficult thing all should think about carefully. Will it make her happy later? Doesn't want his wife to be like mothers who go to the market riding a motorcycle while piggybacking on children. A guaranteed life, that's all in his brain.

Until his trusted person, again sent documents, containing about a company that almost went bankrupt. Did he dare to inject funds? The company's stable condition, only one of their factories experienced a short-circuit explosion, making the company almost out of business. Selling low-value stocks, also expecting new investors.

The sound of a phonecell ringing is quite noisy. Mobile phones that still have buttons, the screen is colorless. A really small size."What's?" asked Raka in a lazy tone while picking up the phone.

"Buy the shares, the injection of funds, I'll send you the details by e-mail, what you have to do. One more thing, review the remaining factories. Don't let me lose" said Raka.

"Why is your WA inactive?" ask Danu Raka's confidant.

"In order to access the internet faster. I use WIFI together, so if you open a laptop and smartphone together then the internet will not be smooth." answer from Raka.

"Why not use WiFi that can be taken everywhere is more practical. Or for smartphones use only data packages. The money that flows into your account is a lot, and it's for business." Danu frowned, waiting for the miser's answer.

"Look, if you call me using WA. Then my and yours data packets will be drained, we both lose. If you don't use WA, you call me normally, I have nothing to lose on the data package. Only you lose the pulse," the shameless reply from the young man who started lying down with only the boxer attached to his body.

"I am your subordinate! Why am I always the one stuck out of money!" snapped Danu.

"Then should I? You don't pity me? I'm an overseas kid, living away from my parents. Nothing reliable, today I even ate a bread that almost expired for breakfast." Raka muttered with a tone of voice full of drama.

"The distance from your house is only 9 kilometers from your parents' house." Danu was really furious made on his beloved boss. The miserly youth who calculation should not lose a thousand rupiahs.

"My mom wants my son" Raka said blankly to the ceiling of her room.

"Good! Hamili, just your friend, went into his room at midnight. Tape his mouth, then tie his hands, hold his feet. Make him submissive," a casual answer from Danu.

"At first I thought the same thing, tied and put on his mouth. After my son was in his stomach just let go. But unfortunately he likes others. I'm not sure I can make it happy either. Like I said before, what if my financial situation retreats? Then what if he wants total treatment abroad every week? And then having a child too. I can't be stingy with my son. There should be enough inheritance for her, just in case I die young," Raka replied.

"So you're really serious about your friend?" ask Danu enthusiastically.

"No, she already has a boyfriend, maybe able to make her happy instead of eating the vegetables and tempeh I cooked," Raka sighed rudely, turning off her call. He had to go back to work monitoring his assets. This afternoon he even had to hire an ojek to attend a shareholder meeting. Working hard to prepare rice and a piece of diamond for his wife later.

*

While this afternoon a lot of chatt from Nolan. Chatt was read last night by Fujiko in his break. Chatt, who was himself, asked Nolan. Stale question, have eaten or not, what are you doing, there are also emojis I love you.

All was written and received without feeling excited, his heart clouded at this moment. Why did Raka silence him? Does he have to go into Raka's room? Then take a shower, so as not to feel awkward?