Forced to Become a Rental Boyfriend
Chapter 1 A Job
Hustle and bustle of the city of Jakarta signifies that the city is occupied by a city that never sleeps. Traffic jams and air pollution from motor vehicles have become the food of the people of Jakarta. The difficulty of living in the city makes Yoga Pratama— a final-level student who is studying at one of the state universities there difficult to find a job just to pay for a place to live and eat everyday.
For three years Yoga lived in Jakarta and during that time he only worked as a shopkeeper in one of the individual mini markets around his rented house. Born from a simple family and only raised only from a mother makes him have to slam bones for the cost of living while studying in Jakarta. Luckily Yoga has an intelligent brain so he can go to school with a scholarship.
“ Anyway I don't want to know, you have to pay off arrears for the last two months, otherwise you have to leave this place!” said a middle-aged man, the owner of a 3x3 boarding room in the suburbs.
Yoga just nodded then lowered his head. His salary as a minimarket keeper in fact is not enough to cover all his needs, especially he also had to send money to his mother for the cost of education only wayang sister who is now sitting in junior high school.
The mother who works as a washing worker makes Yoga can not stay still. Although her mother likes to refuse her remittances, Yoga still sends her because she does not want her mother to continue being a laborer.
“Billed again same pack kentung?” said a man who rented a room right next to his room. Yoga just smiled a little and went inside his room. He sat up and squeezed his hair.
‘You must be strong Yoga! You must be strong! One more year you go to college, you have to be strong!’ Yoga tries to strengthen itself so that it does not give up on the situation.
Drr! Drr! Yoga's phone shook and he quickly picked up the phone from his best friend Reski.
“Bro, where are you?” there was a music noise that made Yoga not clearly hear the voice of his best friend.
“Hah ... what did you say?” Yoga came out of his room, he was scared because of his lack of signal, making an indistinct sound to be heard.
“Lo where is it? I have a job for you!” instantly two corners of Yoga lips curved.
“There's in kostan. What job is it?” tanya Yoga is curious.
”Just get here first. I'll send you the address. Don't come by!” Reski turned off his phone.
Yoga stared at the small clock on his study desk. He frowned, because now the time has shown at eight o'clock in the night. Yoga wonders what jobs there are at night like this. Yoga shook his head wasting a lot of questions in his brain, then rushed to catch up with Reski at the place his best friend was referring to.
As usual, Yoga went with his favorite duck bike. He crossed the outskirts of the city until he reached the place his best friend meant.
“This 'kan place —” Yoga gaze directly fixed on a man in front of him who was waving his hands.
Yoga nodded, he first kept his favorite bogo helmet and ran a small approach to Reski.
”Lo long time anyway!” irked Reski immediately pulled his hand into a famous discotheque in Jakarta.
“Hey ... Lo why?” Reski followed Yoga, patting her shoulder.
”Sorry Reski, not that I refuse sustenance, but if the job you mean is here, sorry I retreat!” back Yoga turned her body, but Reski quickly grabbed her shoulder.
”Bro, don't be naive as a person. I know you need money to pay for the boarding and send it to Nyokap, right? Calm down, not here how it works. This job is easy and certainly halal. You better go in first and meet me. She needs a lot of help lo.” Reski tries to convince Yoga to enter the disc.
Hearing that this work is halal, Yoga also follows Reski into, even though his heart is in doubt. This is the first time Yoga has set foot in a nightclub. He frowned feeling uneasy with the loud sound of music. Yoga glared in shock and quickly turned his face away when he saw many women wearing revealing clothes.
”Bro, are these poor girls all like me?” bisi Yoga makes Reski do not understand what he means.
“Lo mean, what?” Reski asked back.
“Their clothes are very minimal like a lack of materials. What they can not afford the closed material.” heard what Yoga said made Reski laugh loudly.
“Ha ha ha, so you stay in Jakarta do not usually diem in kostan sama learn aja. This is the style of the name, it does not need to be discussed again. I want to know you to someone, he really needs the help of elo.” Yoga is not understanding.
‘Says work, but how is it now even help anyway?’ Yoga wonders to himself. He just resigned to follow the steps of Reski through a crowd of people who were busy dancing to music that was being played.
Reski's steps stopped right at a long table and seemed to be having a party there. Men and women mingle with each other without distance making Yoga that sees it quite uncomfortable.
“Lo wait here first yes!” whispered Reski and he approached a beautiful woman in a tight dress in red sepaha.
I don't know what Reski whispered to the woman so that her gaze immediately looked at Yogya from top to bottom. Seeing that, all the gazes of people were staring at him, thus making Yoga misbehaved and just smilingly nod while scratching his nape that was not itchy.
The beautiful woman waved her hand, thus making Yoga approach her. The woman then stood up and circled Yoga making Yoga more curious about what work she should do so she should come to a place like this.
“Not bad! A little in the polish, then he will become the idol of the women,” said the woman made Yoga glare. His mind floated, he was afraid that he would be made a woman's satisfied. Yoga quickly retreated and released the embrace of the woman named Tasya.
“Sorry, I can't seem to work here. Reski forgive me!” Yoga lowered her head and intended to get out, but Tasya quickly pulled Yoga's hand until her steps came to a halt.
“Hei handsome, where are you going? I will offer you a big enough money, as long as you want to help me,” whispered Tasya who made the feathers of Yoga stand up because of his breath.