The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 103: THE WEDDING

One month later ....

A spacious and magnificent building has now been filled with stunning decorations and flower arrangements, as a witness to the sacred promise of living as two people who love each other.

Jourrel was already standing gallantly in an all-white suit matching the bride's dress, in the presence of the priest who was about to marry her religiously. In the country, Jourrel and Cheryl have officially become a couple. Given, their names have been recorded in the civil registry office.

Their wedding was held in Palembang. Only special people attend the wedding. No television broadcasts, no coverage and such. Cheryl wants her marriage to be sacred and not too crowded. Remember, the girl never liked to expand her privacy.

Some company officials Sebastian Group, both in Jakarta and Palembang, did not miss the members of the club extraordinary riders who were so shocked and became a national heartbreak day for them, when they received the wedding invitation. All accommodations and lodging were provided by Tiger and Leon.

The newly-accounted bride is also not left behind. Tristan and Gita also witness Jourrel and Cheryl entering a new life.

The clink of music began to echo as a sign of the presence of the bride. Cheryl clutched firmly in her father's arms as she walked slowly over the red carpet. Famous MUA makeup, plus a beautiful white dress and luxurious work by the mother, perfect the appearance of Cheryl today.

In the long run, Jihan has designed a wedding dress for her beloved daughter. Stay perfecting size when approaching the D-day.

Jourrel turned around when the MC had signaled that the bride had been standing right behind him with the middle-aged man still dashing and dignified. The two men stared at each other strongly. Nervousness, trembling and a great beating heart now felt Jourrel.

“I release my daughter who I've been guarding for 25 years. If you dare to hurt her, even a single hair, I blow your head off right then and there!” firmly Tiger without a stale base. He wanted to say a lot, but his throat was stuck. His eyes are already glazed.

“Good, Papa-in-law,” Jourrel said steadily, received Tiger's helping hand and fused with Cheryl's springy fingers.

Tiger was not strong anymore, he immediately turned around quickly and sat down in his place. Tiger was crying. Jihan thrust a tissue at the man while rubbing Tiger's sturdy shoulder that shook violently.

“Hey, the mafia boss is crying so hard? How embarrassing!” scapegoat Leon sat right next to Tiger. Khansa pinched her husband's waist, glaring at him for silence. Leon showed off his row of white teeth.

“The heartbreak of a father, is to release his daughter when married. You'll feel it one day. Just be careful if you cry, I record and spread it all over the world!” threatening Tiger wiped his two eyes that could not stop shedding tears.

Jihan herself was confused, how to calm her husband. In fact, he who from the beginning most insistent want Cheryl married.

“Today, exactly 25 years old. A day we will never forget in a lifetime. Especially Cheryl. On her birthday, Cheryl begins her new life. May you always be happy, my daughter,” said Jihan whose lips twitched watching her daughter's wedding procession.

Rico, a loyal bodyguard who has spent decades devoted to the family, also glazed over. Smiling though in his chest tightened to hold back the cry, yet embarrassed to be let out. “Congratulations my little miss, happy birthday and happy new life,” mumbled Rico with a trembling body despite standing firmly.

Khansa hugged Leon's arm, resting her head on her husband's shoulder. Smiling happily at the sight of her beloved niece has already achieved her happiness.

The sacred promise has been said, the embedding of the ring of the two brides was over. All the wedding ceremonies went well. Jourrel and Cheryl have officially become a married couple. The two looked at each other with love. Cheryl looked up slightly, while Jourrel looked down at Cheryl's slender waist. The other hand grabbed the nape of her bride.

“I didn't expect, my target is my soul mate,” said Jourrel pasting their noses. “I love you, my wife. Happy birthday,” she continued to close Cheryl's body.

“Stupid is God's secret. Who would have thought, the one who had been after my life was my soul mate! I love you too, my husband,” said Cheryl with a big smile. And soon, Jourrel kissed her lips in front of everyone, with nothing to fear.

A thunderous applause on that magnificent wedding building. With a 5-level wedding cake, various archipelago dishes and luxury food are served along the guest table. Colorful drinks also filled the table.

The event was connected to the reception after the completion of the documentation session with Cheryl's family and friends. He wants everything to be done quickly without a time lag.

Congratulations rolling one by one served the bride and groom. Some of Cheryl's colleagues are still hard to let it go with other men.

“Damn it! No need to teach!” reply Jourrel slapped Tristan's arm.

Gita kisses Cheryl's cheeks while congratulating her. Although there is still a little bit of pride and jealousy, because it knows the bride is a woman who is judged by her husband. “Congratulations yes, Miss Cheryl,” he said.

“Thank you, Doctor Gita. How, Tristan not macem-macem ‘ right? Tell me to let me finish later,” joked Cheryl.

“Ya don't dong. I don't want to be a flower widow,” chirps Gita laugh who also breaks their partner's laughter.

Axel took to the stage after a somewhat quiet atmosphere. He walked alone, stood in front of his brother and pegged for a few moments.

The two brothers stared at each other. Only their eyes spoke to each other. Jourrel just kept silent and looked at them in turn.

“Sister! I'll be lonely!” axel finally spoke. Both of his eyes had already blurred as they were filled with tears. “Nothing else is sure I fight, race, sacrifice to mama. I'm going to miss my sister!” he said it again in a loud voice.

Cheryl hugged her beloved sister. “Dek, one day you will also find your own life. Learn really yes. Until you can handle the company, I'm still in Jakarta kok.”

“Tetep is different.”

“What? We have a sister. Nothing has changed. And never change. If there is anything, do not hesitate to come with your sister. Strong as a guy,” said Cheryl patting her sister's back.

Jourrel was envious of their closeness. As an only child, certainly never felt the warmth of his brother, other than Tristan of course.

“Jagain. He was chatty and fierce. But he's nice. Very good even!” Axel hugged his sister-in-law.

“Definitely!” sahut Jourrell.

Afterwards the teenager went down with a look down. His step was gontai considering his togetherness with his brother all this time.

Xavier walked alone, without a smile, greetings, the man stuck his hand out in front of Cheryl. “Congratulations, Brother!” katah. Switch to Jourrel with the same speech.

“Where's luna, Vier?” ask Cheryl who didn't find her cousin.

“Busy, Brother. Can not come,” said Xavier then say goodbye to come down.

Cheryl breathed a heavy breath. “He's his son Om Papa. Why is it a duplicate papa anyway? Cold, irritable talk,” said Cheryl astonished.

“Maybe while pregnant, aunty you hate very much as your papa,” cetus Jourrel.

“Hah? Crackle-pumped? Ngaco you!” Cheryl slapped her husband's arm.

Jourrel laughs, “Maybe!” her mouth hugged Cheryl's waist and tightened her body.

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