Rascal In Love's
What's Behind Jenny
“Why? Why do you hate me? What am I wrong?” jenny asked as she clasped the iron trellis on Junot's fence as if she did not accept Junot's statement.
“If you don't throw the stone, none of this will happen. I really did his dog in the fence alem pake komporin.” said Junot.
Jenny shut up and sighed.
"Hm. Yes it's my fault. That's why I thought until now.” sis Jenny
Then they both fell silent.
Just stand facing each other while looking at each other.
This girl in front of Junot, beautiful and cool. His long black hair instead made him look like a game figure. His eyes were narrow, but widened and squinted upwards like cat eyes. And his lips are thick.
It was not a matter of a pathetic chest, but Junot was indeed not very trusting of strangers. He was careful in choosing friends, other than the Savage Gang he was not too close to others.
His Papa's doctrine also made him like this. As the heir to millions of dollars, Junot is required not to step carelessly. Because of the many sensitive things surrounding his life.
As a businessman, his Papah enemies are many. It could be that there are also those who have been eyeing him to kidnap him, or kidnap his mother, for ransom. Therefore they live in the neighborhood of the right left know each other, care for each other, with the guard around the complex is quite tight. The Papa's paid people of course.
Yes but if the threat from within like a dog at that time, it was not easily avoided. Because the dog belongs to their neighbors.
Papa Junot's car stopped in front of the fence, Their silence was both solved. Junot opened the fence and waited for a while for Mr. Artha's car to get into the garage.
“Back home, it's malem..”desis Junot to Jenny.
“Justin,”
“My name is Junot,”
“Yes Junot, yesaa. I know I kind of forced you to get in touch, but can't we.. trial error first?”.
“Hah? Trial errors? Trial first means?”
“Iya. A month of plis? If you still don't like you, I'll back off. Or maybe you suddenly like another girl, I-“
"Si Jenny has come, why not be asked to come in? His son Pak Avramm caught wind how?!” greet Mr. Artha.
“Night Om,” Jenny grinned.
“I need to meet with your father. Here is deal.”
“Thank you Om, already believe in my Papah.”
“Next I want to meet you. There are some layouts that I lack sreg, let more greget again.”
“Good Om, I'm ready. Tonight can also..” Jenny glanced at Junot while smiling cunningly.
“Yes not at home dong, later you focus on Junot, not to me.” Cheating Mr. Artha while patting Junot on the shoulder.
Junot only sighed, he grew increasingly insecure. It turns out that Jenny is working with her own father, Mr. Avramm, to set up a multimedia company. Junot already knew that Mr. Avramm had a project with his father, but he did not expect that Jenny was involved in it.
His father did not encourage him to lead the company, like the parents in his gang, no one urged their children to be leaders in the company of their fathers. Because it is about passion, it must come from within their own hearts.
However, Abbas and Rio seem to have decided to become successors. Even though Abbas is still groping, and Rio's relationship with Pak Banyu is a son-in-law. Meneer is also crazy about technology like Om Kevin.
If Agung..I don't know, his freedom with existing and absent parents, making Agung follow life in line with the flow of water. Just flow.
Who doesn't know what it's gonna be just Junot.
And it feels like Junot's passion isn't in business. Not like his Papa.
The girl walked to her parked car across the street to go home.
“You're dating Jenny?” ask Mr. Artha.
“I'm still confused.”
“No harm really close to him.”
“Every squirm Jenny, my waist is a pain stitch.” Junot grimaced as he entered the house.
Mr. Artha was still standing beside the gate staring at Jenny's car away. Then he looked towards the security inside the portal, his mercenaries. They nodded at him.
**
In the morning, the,
Junot sighed while looking down and looked towards his laptop. The weather today was windy, he was clearing his mind in the campus garden.
Occasionally he propped his chin forward, watching the students pass by.
Then Junot realized he was alone right now.
Maybe it is true, when being a student, all busy with their respective affairs. New friends, new lessons, new atmosphere.
Junot wants to change his image, from childish to adult male, but seems to have to go through a long process. Her more mother-like figure made her look cute.
Not that he hated his situation, no. She thought her mother was very beautiful and she felt that her father was very lucky to have her mother.
The 23-year age difference between the two does not make their relationship tenuous, even more intimate.
But many times, Junot was not confident. To him, his Papa was too gentlemanly. He knew his father didn't expect him to be the rogue man he was. Yes but that's the problem. It felt like Junot felt that there was nothing in him to be proud of.
Especially when you see his friends…
Abbas, Meneer and Rio became idols on campus. All three are handsome, intelligent, Kayaraya, and most importantly in Junot.
Looming…
How could?! Why is he only 160cm?! Can't it grow anymore?! Why stick at 160cm?! Even though he can jump around kicking a 3-meter high cushion during taekwondo practice, why does his body not go high?! It should not be that often jumping bone structure will lengthen huh?!
"Ck!" pissed off. I don't know who to piss off at. Want to get angry with Aunt Author later even made unlucky like Rio. Catch the thugs, beaten, made poor seven derivatives, so it is better to harbor his own frustration…
"Think what, honey?" Jenny presumptuously sat behind Junot and hugged his tiny body while kissing the guy's temple.
“I haven't told you ‘iya’,” hissed Junot, but he didn't shy away.
“Why not just say ‘iya’?”
“Fear of being tortured with turmoil.”
“Hehe... I will definitely check it out, just relax..” Jenny whispered in Junot's ear.
“I again make a task, there is a real lecture..” said Junot.
“Temenin me to Om Artha's office huh? Later in the day matkul,”
Junot sighed again. “Iyaaa,” murmured agreed.
