The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 31: THE CURE IS OVER
Cheryl brushed aside Jourrel's hand a little rough, her gaze turning sharp. "What the hell is touch-touch!" said ketus.
Jourrel snorted, he himself did not know why he had to do such reflexes. Jourrel scratched the back of his suddenly itchy head. "Yes, that's .. that means, don't talk carelessly!" said gagu.
Cheryl just rolled her eyes lazily. He looked around like he was looking for something.
"Search what?" ask Jourrel.
"Where's the nurse call button?" his murmur was upset.
Jourrel frowned, "Emang why?" He took two steps forward and is right on the side of the bed. One arm stretched out to the back of Cheryl's body, then pressed the button that was searched for earlier.
His gaze was fixed on the woman. The distance created is so close. Even when Cheryl looked up, she could feel the warm breath of the man.
"Oh, what the hell!" pissed Cheryl pushed Jourrel's chest.
Instead of getting upset, the man just laughed. He retreated a little. "Just push the button. It's behind you" he pointed with his chin.
"Say dong!" reply Cheryl with ketus.
"You were out of the accident is still the same," said Jourrel but only responded to the sharp gaze of the girl.
A few minutes later, the doctor and two nurses entered the room. Cheryl straightened up her seat and stared at the arrival of the medical team.
"Dok, I can go home, right? Sus, please take this off. Ribet is so used in ginian everything" Cheryl pointed to the infusion and the oxygen hose attached to her nose.
The medical team frowned in surprise, they looked at each other then the doctor immediately approached. "Let me check first, Miss," said the doctor.
"I'm healthy, Doc!" elak Cheryl's.
"That's noisy. Why the hell? Sleep on!" jourrel said with a look of intimidation.
Slowly Cheryl returned to her body assisted by Jourrel. I don't know why he just complied. Maybe because many pay attention to it, do not want to argue things that are not important.
"Please, Doc!" jourrel said, he backtracked to give the doctor space and time to do his job.
Of course, because the car he owns has high safety standards. The father had prepared it long before Cheryl could drive. Although it had experienced shock, it could be overcome easily by Cheryl. She is not a weak girl.
"Fine, since there are no alarming conditions, you are allowed to go home today as well, Miss. But my advice, wait until the infusion runs out." The doctor turned to the nurse next to him, "Please hurry, Sus!" her door.
"All right, Doc." The nurse nodded obediently then accelerated the rate of the infusion drops to run out quickly.
"Then, excuse me, Miss. Sir, please complete his administration" said the doctor, who was immediately accepted by Jourrel.
"Well, thank you, Doc," the man replied kindly.
After the departure of the medical team, Cheryl clucked in annoyance. He reached for a phone call to his assistant. Without waiting for long, the phone is connected.
"Rain, please cariin motor matic. What brand is up to. Straight to the hospital...." Cheryl looked to find out where she was.
"So Kusuma!" join Jourrel who understands Cheryl's confusion.
"Hadikusuma Hospital. No old ones!" lick Cheryl.
"Wait around! Not even greetings nyerocos from earlier. Who is this motorcycle for? What are you doing in the hospital? Abis hit people?" guess Rainer's behind the phone. He thought his boss had run into people and intended to be responsible.
"Don't ask much. Come here and bring the bike! If it's past an hour, I'll cut your pay!" threaten Cheryl.
"Bussets! Yes okay, yes. Wait, Your Majesty. The order is coming soon," Rainer replied resignedly.
Jourrel knitted his pair of eyebrows. He watched every word Cheryl said. Even reluctantly blinked looking at that pretty face.
After calling Rain, he put his phone down roughly. Accidentally raised his eyes again until the net collided with Jourrel. "What, look-look?"
"It looks like the effect of the medicine is exhausted. I'm not working anymore and back to fierce mode" murmured Jourrel slowly.
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