The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 23: WHY SHOULD YOU?

Cheryl was so panicked when the old woman's body fell to the floor. He crouched down while propping up Dina's head. "Mom! Mama! Uncle hurry! Mom fainted!" cheryl shouted in fear.

His fingers trembled trying to grab the phone from his bag. He quickly scrolled through the flat object screen to find the contact he was looking for. "Uncle of prey open the door!" The girl was fussing on herself.

Uncle Coy, Cheryl's private driver rushed to open the not-so-wide door. Then again trying to bring Mother Dina assisted Cheryl support her legs.

"Mama's county! Aunty! Aunty please Cheryl!" the girl was scared.

"Darling, what's wrong? Take a deep breath, let go slowly to calm down. Just said it again" Khansa said across the phone.

Cheryl did as Khansa ordered. Taking a deep breath, closing his eyes. Focused all of his panic. Then throw it violently along with his breath.

"Aunty, these are fainting mothers. How am I supposed to? What am I supposed to do? I'm scared, aunty!" cerocos Cheryl is fast.

"Don't panic, Cheryl. Try, check his pulse, his heartbeat. You need to calm down first" Khansa said slowly.

Cheryl nodded though she was invisible to Khansa. He approached the old woman on the sofa. Grabbing an arm and touching his chest to make sure. "There's still, Aunty. But slow down, how's dong?" he said full of worry.

"Loosen all clothes, make sure the room is oxygenated, rub the palms and toes to keep warm. Stimulate also his nose with wind oil yes, rub it on the chest a little. Prepare a drink when you wake up. Cheryl can't panic" Khansa explained in detail.

"Good, Aunty. Don't matiin!" Cheryl turned to Uncle Coy who was still flinching waiting for the young lady's order. Cheryl put the phone on the table, she crouched down and clasped Dina's hand.

"Uncle, have wind oil or something?" asked Cheryl whose face was beginning to sweat.

Uncle Coy reached into his pocket. "I usually wear this, Miss," he said, proposing a roll-on wind oil.

Cheryl immediately grabbed it, smashed it into the part Khansa mentioned and stimulated it right under her nostrils. "Auntie, let's get up!" said it. "Uncle, please get me a drink."

The man gave a glance. From the living room can be seen immediately the kitchen. He nodded and swiftly poured water on the glass, bringing it forward.

"Miss, you can always put yourself well," praised Uncle Coy in awe.

In the room, Jourrel ran from the basement when he heard a woman's scream that he believed was not her mother's voice. After coming out of the narrow door under the bed, he opened the door without making a sound.

The man's body was still completely hidden behind the door. Just a peek, to make sure things are out. His eyes glared when he saw the girl in panic.

His chest gusted heavily at the condition of the mother. Both of his legs suddenly crumpled. However, Jourrel did not dare to come out of his room.

Cheryl herself, forgot that in the house there were not only three of them. His panic and worry could not make him think clearly.

"Enggh!" Dina moaned moving her eyes to open.

"Ah, Mom you're finally conscious. Uncle, where's the drink!" cheryl breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheryl helped wake Dina up and put the lips of the glass in her mouth, "Drink, Mom."

After taking a few sips, both of Dina's eyes opened perfectly. He circulated his gaze, a little dazed and then touched his head which was still pounding violently.

"Mom, you're okay, right?" ask the girl gently.

"Son, are you still here? Sorry yes, mother must be very troublesome for you," said Dina unpleasant.

"It's okay. Mommy still sick? Why not just go to the hospital?"

Dina smiled bitterly. "No, Son. Mom is fine. He is indeed in treatment. Thank you very much, son."

Not yet had time to answer, the tail of his eyes saw the phone screen flashing repeatedly. Khansa is still connected to him. But there was another call from Tristan. He also grabbed that flat object.

"Mama's county! Thanks yeah. His mother is conscious. Aunty take care of your health. Love you" Cheryl said.

"Aunty should have said that. Thank goodness that's it. Yes, yes, honey. Aunty's got a lot of patients. Love you more beautiful boy," replied Khansa turned off her cell phone connection.

Before long, there was another call from Tristan. The girl re-attached the phone to her ear after wiping the screen. "Yes." Yeah."

"I'll soon unplug it. Can you come here now?" tristan said that he had waited too long.

"Okay, wait a minute!" Cheryl turned it off.

He then said goodbye to Dina, because her condition had improved. Cheryl slipped some cash between the sofa without Dina knowing.

"Mom, Cheryl said yes. Because there is business. Mum is healing, yes" he said with a gentle smile.

"Thank you once again, Cheryl boy." Dina was about to move but was banned by Cheryl.

"Mother rest, don't take it. Excuse me, Mom." Cheryl went up and down, followed by her driver.

After some time had passed, Jourrel ran over to his mother. He crouched down and touched both of his hands. "Mom" he called slowly.

"You woke up, yes" said Dina smiling.

"What's going on? You haven't taken your medicine?" ask the man to worry. Dina exhaled a heavy breath while nodding.

Jourrel immediately stood up to prepare the medicine for his mother and reached out to the woman. After swallowing a few grains according to the doctor's prescription, Dina again leaned her back.

"Mother was helped by a girl, very beautiful. He seems to be a rich kid. His face looks like a bule. But it has a very good heart," praised Dina in light of Cheryl's kindness.

Jourrel shook to hear it. His heart was getting dodged to do his job. However, he has already signed the work agreement.

"If there's no girl, maybe mom won't make it home." Dina smiled telling it.

Jourrel's eyes glazed over, he was at war with himself. Her chest is so tight. Can he continue his mission?

'How do I take the life of the man who saved my mother?' he murmured in the heart. Both of his eyes were red. Unknowingly her tears dripped down her cheeks.

Hurriedly Jourrel wiped it before his mother realized. "Next time don't forget to take the medicine, ma'am. I'll take her to the room so I can rest" Jourrel said to his mother.

After escorting Dina to the room, Jourrel ran out of the house. Keep running through the bushes behind his house. His footsteps were long and full of emotion. Truly, he was falling increasingly into such a deep vortex of dilemma.

"Geezra!" the man shouted as he reached a hill far from his home. Jourrel even grabbed his short hair.

Jourrel continued to shout while throwing stones at the unkempt lake a few meters below.

"Why should you, Cheryl! Whyyy?! Why did you save my mother?! While I was planning to kill you, aaargggghhh!" his hysterical screams dropped his body on the weeds. His shoulders were shaking from crying.

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Don't be surprised if the title changes ygy 🥰 thanks for much support 😘 visuals a few more chapters after the contract. patient 😊