My wife's a fraud
Looking for Gita

Mia came home at 23:00 from work. He saw his best friend was busy in front of the laptop with a serious face, his bangs were swirled up so as not to block the view, and his hands were on the mouse and keyboard simultaneously.

“Ngapain is very serious?” said Mia who immediately put herself on the bed when she arrived.

“Work,” Reply Gita briefly.

“Lo already got work done again?”

“Not yet. I became an accounting student task jockey, this is just a side waiting for an interview call, enough money to survive and love your father. Let me not be a parasite.”

“Dih. Relax aja time,” said Mia. He and his family don't mind Gita being here. Besides this kid helps a lot of lazy homework Mia does and she doesn't eat too much.

“Oh yes, Git. I got the CCTV footage yesterday. Want to see now?” Mia got up from the seat and connected the USB to the laptop that Gita was using.

The Gita just does not react. His mouth was also silent without responding to Mia's chattering.

They started to focus on the videos that were played on the laptop. Through the footage, they see Gita entering the VIP room. Ten minutes later Gita came out running from the room to the elevator.

“Gue didn't know this could be evidence or not, we just have CCTV footage outside the room. You see, if there is CCTV in the karaoke place, it violates the privacy of guests. Continue, nih...,” said Mia played another video piece. “15 minutes after you left, there is this sexy girl who entered. Kayakaya the guy thought it was him, so nyerang lo pas he drunk. Maybe he thinks, you are the percent girl,” continued Mia guessed.

“Mi, actually Arki phone. I kept blocking the number. He sent this chat with another number.” Gita hands over her phone displaying a message from Arki.

A message containing his explanation and apology about yesterday's incident. Arki also said he would compensate for his mistake.

“How do you want now?”

“Biarin. I don't want to deal with him anymore.”

“Lo won't report him, Git? He has been harassing lo loh.”

“She didn't know how to do it, I know how to talk like this. But I don't want this problem extended. I don't want to see him again for life or ask anything from him.”

“And you can get money from him, Git. He said there would be materially compensated if needed.”

“Gue does not want to receive anything from him, do not want to meet or deal with him. If I report to the police, I definitely need money to let the case be responded to, right? I want to focus on work now, Mi. Can we stop talking about this?”

“But you're really okay, Git? Take off that brash guy with no punishment or compensation comparable to lo?” trauma

Gita nodded. He was tired, unwilling to discuss yesterday's bad events anymore. His whole mind just wanted him to focus on finding a job and paying off debt.

It may be possible for Gita to ask for compensation for Arki's evil deeds, but if she does it feels like selling herself to the man. Making yesterday's incident like a business transaction and his body can be paid for.

“Mau martabak telor y'all?” tanya Nia—kakak Mia—who appeared suddenly and opened the room door.

“Malem really buy martabak telor jam this time,” comments Mia.

“Bang Rudi just came home, this is a gift-by.”

“Two weeks is like, the abis sailed again.”

“Yes there is already a shower, ready to satisfy the husband, and make a diligent child. Pity my brother has long been unable to caress like a widow.”

Nia directly menoyor his sister's head, “Bokah! By the way you like carelessly!”

Nia exited the room, leaving Mia and Gita still giggling amusedly. Gita rarely met with Nia's husband, because the man was one of the cruise ship crews who only once a few months back home.

“Abis this I got niece,” said Mia happy.

...****************...

It's been a month since the karaoke incident, but Arki can't forget it at all. He had already tried to explain to Gita about the real thing that happened, but there was no reply. Even the number is blocked. He tried to call her again with another number, but it turned out that the number was off. Gita changed her phone number.

Another attempt has also been done by going to the home address he got from their old company database, thanks to the help of Rio. That is also nil. His family has moved house. Gita and her family disappeared without a trace.

Now Arki no longer knows how to find the Gita. It was not only her guilt that prompted her to continue searching for the girl, but her deep curiosity.

Right what Rio said, he did not know to what extent they did it. That means Gita is one of the women who can make herself passionate. Strangely so, and until now Arki always wondered why.

“Gue last week try to play with Desi, in a state of mabok kayak that you sell to me. But failed. I keep vomiting after nyium him,” said Arki resigned.

He repeated the scenario again that night in karaoke. But still can not do it, launching the action on his own girlfriend. When he touched himself to Desi, disgust spread all over his body making him nauseous. Then the memory piece about Luna continued to be twisted in his mind.

“Why, yes? Do I have to admit it again with Gita? Do I have macarin Gita?” Arki is getting frustrated. He was getting more and more afraid of having a lover because he would continue to feel disgusted to touch them.

Rio chuckles, “Could be, Ki. Your psychological illness will be cured if the same Gita. But the problem is, he does not want to be the same lo.” Rio was like he had just slapped Arki with a bitter reality.

Arki breathed a heavy sigh. “According to you, he's like how?” arki said curious about Gita, they are not too familiar in the office.

“Good, pinter, diligent, do not like to menggedramama, do not like to gossip. He just went to the office, got a job, paid, went home. I myself former teammate, rarely communication with him. Not the type of girl that I will deketi too anyway.”

“Why? Because of his usual appearance?”

Rio nodded. “My taste is high. At the very least, make up a little cake to the office. Don't kayak people types.” Rio said chuckling.

“But he's sweet anyway according to me.”

“Edaan! Don't-don't because of that night, you so like him, Ki?”

Arki raises shoulders, “Don't know. But yes I think he is sweet, although plain and straight. If polished little also saucy kayak children hits the capital. If there is a chance I'm going to be pacarin tuh son.”

“Sedaap. Unfortunately he doesn't want to be the same, Ki. Image lo already smashed in front of him.” Rio laughed in satisfaction after slapping Arki with the reality of his relationship with Gita.