The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 32: THE TEST OF PATIENCE

"Did you just say?" cheryl's scream widened her eyes.

"What?" Journey asked back.

"Heh, my ears are still normal, yes!" his mouth squinted.

Jourrel raised next to his eyebrows, "Certainly? Oh, I'll take care of the administration!" said Jourrel waltzing out of the girl's room. Reluctant to prolong the debate, although it must repeatedly suppress a sense of patience.

While Cheryl pressed her throbbing chest from earlier. He patted both of his hot cheeks, "He? Why is he so good?" he muttered with Jourrel's change as well as to himself.

Cheryl covered her face with both hands. "Ouch! Cheryl, remember what mom said. As good as anything a foreign man should remain vigilant! Except for my own brother! Remember Cheryl! Stay alert!" press Cheryl on herself.

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After completing the signature of all the administrations along with the fees, Jourrel returned with a bag of medicine in his hand. Stopped at the doorway and stared at the medicine and the documents folded neatly in his hands. A faint smile fell on his lips. Then shook slowly while opening the door.

As it turns out, Cheryl was already getting ready to go home. A nurse removed the medical device that was still attached to her body. The girl went to the toilet, about to change clothes.

Jourrel hurriedly helped him. But this time it was beyond expectations, as Cheryl rejected it firmly. Do not forget the beautiful bead pelotan that actually looks funny in the eyes of Jourrel.

"Okay, don't help!" jourrel raised both of his hands. Take a few steps back to make way, but Cheryl gets off the other side of the bed. Jourrel just took a deep breath. His back is against the wall.

While waiting, Jourrel sent a message to Tristan to ask about the condition of the bike. Again the man had to sigh violently when he got a reply from his best friend, because the bike was badly damaged.

After coming out of the toilet, Cheryl is already beautiful with a semi-formal shirt and trousers. Her pale face did not fade her beauty at all.

Jourrell moved his head. Stiffen for a moment without blinking an eye. Despite always getting a sour face and also a ketus greeting, Jourrel did not take it seriously.

"Want me to order a cab?" tawar Jourrell.

"No need!" ketus Cheryl grabbed the bag and clasped her phone.

"Why? Our vehicle is being handled by Tristan, just taken to the workshop and checked first. He had a sudden business again. And he sends you his greetings!" clearly Jourrel at length.

Cheryl turned her body, she ruffled her waist and was still staring with an aura of hostility. "Jhon! What kind of bad guy Lu abis? Abis ngalamin like that earlier, you think I can ride what car? Hello, my brain that has an IQ above this average, can not be as easy as it forget, how does it feel on the verge of death?" cheryl's squealing pushed down next to Jourrel's chest.

"Oh!" the man was short. He was confused as to what to respond to.

"Oh doang?" Cheryl grinning. He walked out with slow steps.

Although his physique seemed fine, but of course the accident caused trauma in his heart. Cheryl doesn't want to look weak. He tried to cover it in his own way.

Out of the elevator, Cheryl was immediately greeted by her assistant in the hospital lobby. A motor matic still wrapped in plastic is already hanging there.

"Hey, are you all right?" tanya Rainer ran over to Cheryl. He grabbed both of the girl's shoulders and examined every inch of her body.

"I'm okay. Where's pesenanku?" asked Cheryl tidying the bag over her shoulder.

"That!" Rainer turned around and pointed at the black motor with a fairly large body.

Cheryl turns her head, "Huh? Very big, Rain!? Don't want me! Find a smaller one. Issshh time yes, later if the bells in the back?" the protest folded both arms.

"Huh? How's how?" Rainer did not understand.

"Replace the slimmer body!" he said without dispute.

Rainer exhaled heavily. The disturbed holiday, coupled with the boss's confusing wishes, was enough to test his patience this time around.

"Okay, choose yourself. Thankfully the sender has not returned! I'll call the officer."

Rainer approached the dealer, explaining that his boss wanted to replace another type of motorcycle. Rain asks to bring a brochure to Cheryl to choose her own.

After quite a long discussion, finally the motorbike was exchanged with other models according to Cheryl's wishes.

"Don't be long, Mom! I'm waiting here. Rain, you paid, didn't you? If you ask for compensation, then give it." Cheryl landed her ass in the waiting chair. Jourrel remained silent and continued to follow Cheryl. He stood beside the chair Cheryl occupied.

"Wait, is this a bike for you?" tanya Rain was curious. Cheryl nodded. "Huh? Make what? Sultan's son on a motorcycle?" continued surprised.

"My father Tiger forgot his name" Cheryl said.

"Well, can you ride a motorcycle? Style lu!" Rainer squinted his eyes.

"What's it use to help, Bambang?" midget Cheryl.

"Gue can't ride a bike, Oneng!" Rainer was about to push Cheryl's forehead with his finger. But immediately pushed aside Jourrel sprightly. He was worried, because Cheryl had not fully recovered.

Then Rain turned his head and realized the presence of Jourrel. The two stared at each other strongly. His forehead is pucker deep. "You?!" he said pointing at Jourrel's face when he remembered something.

Connect~

Duhh. bener2 ratu ni tiger cub.