The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 16: ALMOST

"Like who?" cheryl asked, and was impatient. Both of his eyebrows raised with bright sparkling eyes. So excited when it gets a glimmer of clues.

Jourrel swallowed his saliva nervously. The rush of the heart that was already in the middle of nowhere made him act quickly. "Admend it! The tan! I already know the bonyok tea like this to drink first, cake!" he touched the throat.

Tristan squinted suspicious eyes. Cheryl is lazy. "Ck! Weak!" his grunts turned the lazy eyeball.

"Tin! Tin!"

The sound of a horn echoing on the plate seized the attention of all of them. Rainer opened the window, turned to the boss.

"Urgent!" his screams pointed at the car, to let Cheryl in.

"Oh, Ok!" cheryl shouted a little.

The beautiful girl stood up. He said goodbye to Tristan. "I'm saying yes. If so, call me right away!" he stuck out a clenched hand immediately replied by Tristan.

"Ready, Princess!" tristan said blinking one eye.

"But! Flirtatious!" lazy person. Inadvertently his eyes collided with the eyes of the eagle Jourrel. "What?!" the thrill challenged with both eyebrows raised.

"Cheryl!" rainer's yelling again made him look over.

"Yes! It's bawel!" Cheryl waved at Tristan and sauntered away with graceful steps.

Really, Jourrel's chest is like a big hole. Until the burden that hit him from earlier just poured out. 'Almost!'

"Why you? Kayak nahan mules, ampe dried so!" cynical Tristan when accidentally saw the pale face of his best friend, whose head is now leaning with his eyes closed.

"Go get a drink first!" reply Jourrel shaking hands.

Tristan got up from his seat, opening the tightly locked steel door. Just a little, because the workshop's operating hours start in two hours.

One bottle of cold water was brought by Tristan after he returned from the inside, then thrust at Jourrel. The man immediately gulped down the cold drink in several large gulps.

The pain and pain subsided a little. His breath was short. He looked at Tristan with a serious look. "So you know that woman?" ask Jourrel.

"Cheryl?" Tristan made sure, which only Deheman replied by his best friend.

"Know dong. She's the queen of riders. The only woman to be the greatest racer of all debuts! Cool, right? His defeat could even be counted as fingers. That's usually because the engine is problematic" Tristan said proudly, even now an amazed look shone from his face.

"Wait!" Tristan recalled the conversation he had cut off earlier. Moreover, coupled with the condition of Jourrel who was injured because of Cheryl. "Don't tell me, you're the guy Cheryl meant to be?" tristan said with a probing look.

"What do you mean?" he pretended not to understand.

"Nyelakain Cheryl's. It's not a coincidence, is it? Your vehicle has both had a lot of scratches. And all of a sudden you ask for a full modification." Tristan moved quickly and gripped the collar of the Jourrel shirt.

His gaze turned sharp, with prominent veins. He doesn't accept anyone interrupting Cheryl. Jourrel seemed to be choking on his own saliva. But he kept a flat face, covering up his nervousness.

I was shocked by the change in Tristan. All this time he had never seen his best friend angry at him, even though he was always bothered.

"What evidence? You know myself I often modify. Not recently, right? Why do you feel like you're cornering me, huh?" challenge Jourrel to remove both arms of Tristan.

"Where am I not suspicious? You guys are fighting here, even Cheryl can make you battered like this!" firmly Tristan pushed Jourrel's shoulder until it crashed on the back of the chair.

Jourrel rolled his eyes lazily. "Gue has a personal problem with him. It happened before last night. If you don't believe, just ask her!" ketus Jourrel looking for the right reason.

"If you are proven to want to save Cheryl, you yourself will be doomed first! Keep it all right!" threatening Tristan held back his emotions that began to flare up.

"Lu's not the Tristan I know. Just because of that crazy woman you even ruined our friendship for years!"

Lazy pressed on, Jourrel stood up. Opened the gate violently and was about to pick up the motor.

"Eh! Where you going?" tanya Tristan ran with her long strides, then stood right in front of the big motor Jourrel.

"Surge! I'll find another workshop!" jourrel was about to start the engine.

"Curtain! How to mengambeknya more PMS girls. I said it if it was proven. If not, sorry! Get off! Downhill!" sergeant Tristan pushes Jourrel's body.

Unbeknownst to Tristan, a grinning grin rises on Jourrel's thin lips. Currently he still needs a lot of information that must be dug to launch the action.

"Whose girl is that anyway? The rest of him behind him!" cebik Jourrel back down from his dashing bike.

"He .. mmm .. dream, heart adoration, crush, ah anyway this heart always beats many times if the same deket him!" Tristan said with a big smile.

Gluey!

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