The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 102: THE TRIAL OF PROSPECTIVE IN-LAWS

Cheryl frowning forehead, “Villa rent? Hotel?” The girl took a long breath. The view is straight forward, “Jou, villa deket here almost 70% belongs to papa. Hotels far from here, mostly belong to om papa,” said the girl.

Jourrel's chest grew increasingly claustrophobic, repeatedly exhaling heavily. However, they cannot reduce their nervousness at all.

“Cher, back again,” invite Jourrel to weld.

“Ck! Judah! Turn around there yourself. Don't come around anymore! No intention of hmm!” ketus Cheryl was upset and got out of the car and ran into the house.

Jourrel leaned his back while exhaling a rough breath. His head looked up with his eyes closed, “Aaaarrghh! It's not like that, Cheryl! You don't know how it feels to be me!” she ruffled her hair.

In the sportcar, Jourrel continued to try to calm down, his lips forced to smile and string word for word to face his future father-in-law later.

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Cheryl's footsteps paused for a moment when she saw her very romantic father and mother in front of the television. Joking and staring at each other in love. That made Cheryl even more upset. He just ran through his parents, into his room.

“Lho, Cher! Where's Jourrel?” tanya Tiger looked up because her daughter was already upstairs.

“Not knowing!” cheryl shouts violently shut the door.

“Eh, why are you a child?” Jihan looked up after being shocked. Then look at each other with her husband who only puts both shoulders.

“Ehm! Excuse me, Sir, Madam,” said Jourrel nodded politely as the two middle-aged men looked at him.

Jourrel decided to enter immediately, having gathered all determination of courage. Sent by a waiter to meet Tiger and Jihan.

Tiger and Jihan immediately moved in unison. Walking closer to the man who was so tense beyond when facing his enemy.

“Sit!” tiger said.

“Thank you, Sir,” he said sitting on a sofa not far from him. Followed by Tiger and Jihan who were opposite to him.

Jourrel swallowed his saliva over and over again, holding both hands on his thighs, with nervousness he had difficulty controlling.

“You want to be quiet until when?” Jihan opened her voice when she could not wait to see Jourrel who had been silent since then after saying hello.

“Sorry, Mistress.” Jourrel took a deep breath. Then pulled both corners of her lips. “I'm Jourrel, come here to propose to your daughter, Cheryl Anastasia." For whatever reason, Jourrel's heart was currently jumping around in there. His hands were trembling though not so subtle.

“You want to marry my daughter? What did you promise?!” todong Jihan with a firm voice.

Jourrel trying to survive, “I can not promise treasure or wealth. Because Cheryl already has it, even way above me. I will always try to make him happy. Although I do not know how our life will be, I will continue to fight with all my love for him. I will continue to look after him, be his protector and be his home to go home. Sorry if I am presumptuous and do not know myself, but I love your daughter, Madam,”, Jourrel said in a voice that began to shake.

Jihan was still in her stance, although in her heart she began to be touched and wanted to cry. “What's the reason you love her?” tanya Jihan stared at the Jourrel bead deeply. To see the seriousness of Jourrel's answer.

Relieved, although not in accordance with what he compiled earlier. However, Jourrel was able to speak fluently. That alone made him proud of himself.

“What did you do when I rejected you!” challenge Jihan.

DEG!

Jourrel strengthened himself, still smiling even though his chest was hit by such a huge burden.

“I will keep fighting until you can accept me,” Jourrel said firmly even though his eyes were glazed.

“Go home!” jihan's toilet looked away.

“Sayang?” call Tiger who is surprised by his wife's decision.

“Do not interfere!” timpal Jihan firmly. Then look back at Jourrell. “Come home! You didn't hear?” yelling Jihan again moved from her seat.

“Good, Mistress. I'll come again tomorrow.” Jourrel stood bowing respectfully then turning his body stepped towards the door.

“Prepare all wedding documents!” jehan shouted as Jourrel was about to reach the door.

As soon as Jourrel's body froze, he did not dare to move. Still doubtful about what he heard. But his chest was mixed at this moment.

“Don't be long or I change my mind!” added Jihan again which immediately made Jourel turn and run towards Jihan and Tiger.

The man shook Jihan's hand steadily and confidently, “Thank you, Madam. Thank you so much for your trust! Sir, thank you!” jourrel shakes Tiger's hand.

Tiger patted Jourrel on the shoulder, smiling with a small nod.

“Honey! We marry soon!” jourrel's screams blared all over the room.

Cheryl who had eavesdropped against the handle of the stairs was now running with her legs up. He was also tense to hear Jourrel was fired by the mother like that. Her tears had already broken when she thought her mother would reject her. And was shocked when he heard Jihan's last words.

Without shame or hesitation Cheryl jumped into a tight embrace of the man she loved. His arms tightened, and Jourrel returned the embrace even tighter.

Weeping should color the big building of Tiger's. Jihan was embraced by her husband, she also shed tears when she saw her daughter look very happy with the man of her heart choice.

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