My Girlfriend's Account Balance

I'll Try

"Sign of agreement?" Pramana clenched her forehead, laughing discordantly. It is indeed common in business, having fun as a celebration. But not everyone likes this.

"Yes, I can also rent out some women to you and your friends." The man spoke in English.

Pramana slightly glanced at Fujiko who remained smiling. It may still be confused, using fast English, with British accent, if east or southeast Asians speak English, it may be easier to understand people who rarely meet foreign nationals.

Pramana grabbed the newly signed paper."A matchbook?" the man puts his hand on Merald. And sure enough, the contract sign was burned to the ground.

"What are you doing!?" snapped by a man of foreign nationality, using English.

"Speak Indonesian!" Pramana kicked off the table suddenly.

The man sighed violently neutralizing his emotions, starting to speak in Indonesian."The investment value is not so big, the risk is also small, the profit is high. I can offer this project to other entrepreneurs."

"Then what sign of agreement did you ask for?" tanya Pramana smiled arrogantly.

"I just want to spend the night with your assistant. Already I told you instead---" His words came to a halt.

Bugs!

Fujiko kicks right in on both eggs, really a pair of pity chicks. Did the egg break? I don't know, that guy's rolling around withstanding the pain right now.

"ill? Want me to step on it again? Wanna fuck me!? I'm not smart, but I work with my brain! Not bed!" Fujiko said in a cold tone completely wrathful.

"A. I'll sue you..." The young man said softly.

"I'll sue you back! There are two witnesses here if you intend to harass me!" angry Fujiko.

"You're going to testify, right?" asked Merald and Pramana, the two men looked nervous, then nodded at the same time.

Fujiko stepped back, the young man's heirloom."Don't you dare sue me. If not only you'll end up in jail, while I'll be free for just defending myself from harassment." The piercing words from Fujiko walked out of the room.

While the young man was still lying on the marble floor, holding his two chicks, so as not to let go of screaming."A.. I just want that br*secret woman fired! Our cooperation will continue!"

Pramana laughed, while Merald thinned his lips, another term laughed without a sound.

The grandfather starts talking back in English, not wanting Fujiko who hasn't gone far away to hear or understand his words."She's my daughter-in-law's granddaughter, probably pregnant with my great-granddaughter. You want to fuck her? Want to mix your blood with my grandson's?"

"Daughter-in-law's granddaughter? Is... Raka's wife?" the young man looked nervous.

"Yes, I heard Raka has a stake in your company. I'd advise him to sell his shares. Because of a project I didn't get, then I had to destroy it..." Pramana smiled with a grin, it is definitely not the terrible nature of the descending grandchild from whom?

"A..what do you mean?" asked the man in cold sweat.

"I mean if I can't invest in this project. Then not one person can." Answer from Pramana. Butterfly effect might happen, a deal that fails. Big project without investors who dare to invest, because Pramana. Huge losses to the company, bankruptcy? It may also happen.

"Mr Pramana, yes.do not hinder other investors. I'll apologize to your daughter-in-law's granddaughter" she asked holding the tip of her grandfather's trousers.

The old man with perfectly bleached hair smiled."Consider selling your company to me after bankruptcy."

"Mr Pramana!"

"Mr Pramana!"

There was no affirmation, the old man walked in followed by Merald. Two people who stepped in without turning back.

*

Pramana sighed harshly, getting ready to receive the rampage from the woman who was in the car. His eyes slightly glanced towards Merald."You open it" he ordered.

"Sir alone," Merald also looked doubtful, considering how women would have gone berserk. Imagine his wife who often brings a broom and umbrella if she comes home more than 12 pm.

"You alone, I'm your master." Pramana Command.

Merald swallowed his saliva, about to open the car door. But Pramana's hand quickly prevented it.

Bugs!

The door opened, revealing Fujiko with a glazed-eyed look."The master! Pardon me! But I don't want to!"

"Huh?" Pramana.

"The profit value is large, the risk is small. But I really don't want to, I don't want to! Please don't fire me!" Pinta Fujiko down.

Merald held back his laughter, but if not Fujiko, they would have refused. They wouldn't do such a strange thing.

Pramana held back her smile. Back to neutralizing himself."You don't want to be touched. So what do you have as an assistant?" ask Pramana.

"I'll work hard! Learn English, ji.if I speak Japanese. I'll study and be more active!" Fujiko's promise with eyes still puffy.

"Let's go home, don't call me sir. Call grandpa." Pramana started to smile.

"Yes! Grandpa!" words from Fujiko's mouth.

It is strange to have a granddaughter. But not bad either.

The car drove back to leave the restaurant area. While Fujiko glanced slightly at Pramana. She will definitely be able to be a cool career woman, just like in Korean dramas. It's only the first day, to be even more excited, to learn more, to be smarter.

*

A silent woman stared at the window of the villa she was in at the moment. Drinking a glass of wine, sitting with tears flowing. He laughed again, then drank a little drink in front of him.

A pungent taste hit the mouth, but there was a slight softness left behind. Nadila let out a rough sigh, returning to pour the drink.

A replacement? There is no substitute term, it may just be an illusion but the face is visible again. The face of the man is cupid, dull, with yellowing uniform.

"Why drink? Not good for health," the soft words of the mirage of someone he missed.

"If you don't drink, it's impossible to see you, right?" nadila asked, smiling softly with tears flowing.

The young man only smiled gently, stroking the shoots of his head."I have no one but you. Don't ruin your life."

The woman cried sobbing, she did not regret doing everything. Not at all, the hearts that were wounded many times were filled with grudges.

All can be remembered by him.

That night, she ran away from her father's house. Not having a purpose, not even money. The starving? Of course, but he was holding the cutter. Having one goal, killing his stepfather, someone who caused the death of the mother.

But no, in front of the police station he was expelled. Wh why? The prisoner did not want to meet him. Not giving up but not having a stopover goal. Killing.

The hungry stomach was not taken. Until his hand was pulled by his classmate. Someone who is always estranged because he comes from a poor family, a mediocre face and does not stand out in academia.

"You didn't go to school for a few days. Your teacher and father are looking for you." Smiling words.

"I'm going..." Nadila's words came to a halt as the young man hugged her.

"I hugged you? I'm sorry but I was born perverted" he said. At least he knew the story of Nadila's life from other friends.

Not close but amusing. How-to?

A cry rang out, in the end the girl screamed tightly gripping the shabby t-shirt of the young man who was hugging her.

The young man just smiled and was silent, not wanting to ask anything.

Nah!

The cutter that the girl had been carrying for a few days finally fell down. Accompanied by cries that sound more and more soft.