The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 13: MEETING AGAIN

"That, Mom. I think I fell out of bed last night. Continuation until morning," the reason is Jourrel.

Honestly, he himself was in a state of panic and tremendous shock. She thought her mother had gone out of the room. Wrong, he did not check the situation first before coming out of hiding.

"You're a kebo or what? Fall to the floor until it is not felt. What's cold sleeping on the floor?" Dina shook her head.

"Hehe, hey, Mom!" sahut Jourrel.

"Just so! Shower there. Breakfast is ready!" dina's word just breezed from the man's room.

Jourrel immediately retracted his lips. His smile faded and rubbed his chest, unraveling the remains of shock there.

He was looking for his cell phone. Then immediately contact someone. Who else if not Tristan. For a long time he waited for a continuous tone that never answered. He growled as he walked back and forth with his cell phone on his earlobe.

"Hello!" tristan said still with his voice.

"Where?" Jourrel speaks without a stale base.

"In bed!" cetus Tristan opened his eyes. But he had already heard the voice of the caller.

"Ck! Wake up. I'm waiting in the workshop! I'll ask a lot if I'm unemployed at home. No old clothes!" he resolutely dominated without letting Tristan retaliate to anything then instantly turned it off.

Jourrell throws his cell phone in bed. Then do the morning routine as usual. Bathe, dress neatly in a shirt and dress as usual so that his mother does not suspect.

"Jourrel" called his mother when they were having breakfast together.

The man looked up, still busy chewing his mother's food that felt so delicious.

Dina's lips covered a thin smile, she clasped her son's long fingers, "Sorry mother yes. Because of mom, you have to slam bones during the night. I'm just a burden to you. Maybe if your father was still around, and it never happened, we could live a quiet and happy life now" the middle-aged woman said in a sad voice.

Jourrel almost choked with his food, hurriedly swallowing it, "Don't say it like that, Mom. Mom was never a burden to Jourrel. Take it easy, we'll get our rights back. You must be eager to heal quickly! Don't think about it," she squeezed her mother's hand back, rubbing it slowly with her thumb.

"There can be no word if. Let it happen, Mom. Jourrel only has a mother. So please, you have to stay healthy to accompany the days of Jourrel" he continued.

Dina nodded even with a heavy breath. Jourrel left immediately after his online ojek order had reached his home.

"Yes, Son. Be careful," concluded the mother let go of her child.

Jourrel rushed onto the motorbike that had been waiting for him since. No longer know where to go other than Tristan's workshop.

The only place to avoid all the burdens that hit his chest. Tristan always accepted it with open arms. Although often Jourrel vent his frustration on Tristan. They've been together ever since they got to High School.

Arriving at the workshop, the spacious place was still tightly sealed. He immediately sat down and lit his favorite cigarette to accompany his solitude while waiting for his best friend to come.

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"Rain, you please anter Axel first huh. Pick me up at the usual shop. My car has to go to the doctor. Hehehe" Cheryl chirped as her assistant picked her up.

"Okay, Boss!" sahutya.

"Why not the same driver, Axel?" Jihan chimed in from inside the house walking slowly out.

"So big brother's appointment, Ma!" The young man showed off his row of neat teeth.

"Yes, Ma. Departing yes. Bye, Ma!" exclaimed Cheryl ran a little to her car before Jihan asked again. So did Axel, who immediately sat next to Rainer.

Cheryl turned on the horn and started driving at moderate speed. His feet wanted to step on the gas pedal.

Rainer also started to drive. After the departure of her children, Jihan left for the boutique briefly to keep an eye on her subordinates. There are already many talented employees, so he only has to supervise and provide input only.

Cheryl forgot to contact her subscription workshop, she immediately darted away there. How surprised the girl when she saw Jourrel sitting relaxed while smoking cigarette smoke on the porch of the workshop.

"That perverted human again?!" shouts glare sharply.

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