A Boyfriend Rental

Keenan Abian Wyman's

I don't want to accept this reality. I hope all this isn't true. You are the one I love, and I hope your love is still the same as it used to be.

-Keenan

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Shanum stared around him. This building looks big and magnificent. He stepped slowly with his busy hands tidying up the shirt he was wearing at the moment.

Not far from him, he was seen a woman who was very familiar to him. Waving his hand showed his position now.

Rena, her best friend, calls her name over and over again until they finally meet.

"Finally come too."

"Sorry Re."

"Mandi is not."

"Ishh. shower dong, no time." Shanum protested and managed to make Rena smile.

"Well straight inside." Pinta Rena then.

They almost stepped through the entrance, but were restrained when a man present so authoritatively. All eyes were on him, all smiles were on him.

The man in his suit and tie, got out of his car, with a cold smile, and a sharp look.

"Wahh, handsome ya Sha." Rena said with her fingers as if pinching the side of the shirt Shanum was wearing.

Shanum fell silent, only staring step by step at the man who was the center of attention at that moment. He passed Shanum and the others with a straight forward gaze. Everyone seemed to respect him.

"Surely he's our boss." Rena said again and the gaze continued to follow the figure of the man.

"Where is he our boss?" Shanum asked looking at Rena who was still so serious looking at the man.

"Because of the handsome kebangetan Sha."

"Well, not necessarily, usually if the bosses are short, belly distended, hair half."

"Brain means, hahaha..."

Shanum laughed when he heard it. I think this morning's talk made them happy. Without lingering, they followed in the footsteps of the man, stepping inside together.

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The man sat up straight, his fingers dancing together with a black pen engraving his name. A few sheets of paper, a little piled up on his desk. His eyes were busy staring one after another at the sheets of paper that managed to make his forehead wrinkle.

A knocking sound rang out later, another figure came and managed to stop the man's action.

"What news is it?"

"I've found it sir."

"Then."

"Mother can see for himself." He said, handing over a large brown envelope.

The man grabbed it, opened it and stopped without a word. Some photos are in his hands. Gripping him then shouted and threw the photos in any direction.

"You can go." Said the man with a finger as if massaging his forehead.

Leaving behind silence, leaving behind hatred, leaving behind regrets. Leaning his body on the chair he was sitting in at this time. Look at the ceiling, and close your eyes later. Without knowing it, her tears fell.

Keenan Abian Wyman, that's his name. Young man with a good career. He has a handsome face but his attitude is cold.

Keenan, a successful man with an established life. Live in a well-respected environment, with a good background. He is currently the CEO of one of the largest cosmetics companies in Jakarta.

That afternoon, Keenan looked disappointed. Disappointed to see the reality. Both of his hands seemed to be clenching so tightly. Threw his cell phone, but only dared to stare. Didn't do anything.

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Shanum fell silent, staring at a file he was holding at the moment.

"Let's just hand over this file to Mr. Keenan."

"Prince Keenan, ma'am?" Reset Sha.

"Yes, he's our boss.The room is upstairs, there's only one room there, you're not going to stray." Message again.

"Oh.ok." Sha replied and looked doubtful.

Aulia, she was in charge of Shanum during the internship here. Mature women, with such fashionable appearance. Her face looks ayu, mature brown skin and a friendly smile.

After receiving the assignment, Shanum thought long back then. Somehow it crossed his mind the figure of the boss that had been discussed by himself and Rena this morning. Short guy with a distended stomach.

"Huaaa. what am I thinking." Sha said to himself by shaking his head, trying to awaken his own daydream.

After a few minutes of thinking, Shanum shifted his chair and stood up and stepped up. Heading to a door, opened it and looked around. Everyone seems busy with their work. Some people discuss work. There are also people who laugh and talk to each other.

This floor looked so spacious, huge windows surrounded the surroundings. There are many cubicles that make up the workspace. Each other can meet and meet face to face.

Shanum continued his steps again, occasionally smiling as he passed by the people around him. Until finally he arrived at the elevator door and pressed the elevator button at that time.

Slowly the elevator door opened, the figure of the man he met this morning. There are two other men there. They looked at Shanum as well as Shanum.

It felt like Shanum did not dare to go inside, especially with the tense gazes of the three men inside.

"Sorry, I'm not going up." Said Sha suddenly who managed to make the man he met this morning look at him.

"Oh. I mean, I want to go downstairs, not upstairs." Sha's correction was quick despite the fact that he lied.

Without any words, the elevator door closed then. Leaving Shanum and grumbling in wonder.

"Excited anyway, talking what cake, a smile just not, the time is immediately closed that way." His protest.

Sighing his breath later, pressed the elevator button back, waiting for the door to open again.

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