The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 39: THE COMING OF THE IMPROMPTU

"Why, Brother? Brother knows?" axel asked when he heard Cheryl's murmur.

The girl threw a serious look at Axel, even her forehead wrinkled deeply. "Eeemm .. no, it's just like a person" the girl replied.

"Who? Could that be the guy?" accuse Axel of enthusiasm.

"Huh? I don't think it's possible. We can't just accuse. Right there, I'm going to sleep. So tired!" said Cheryl, put her blanket back together and closed her eyes.

"Cepet healed my beautiful sister!" Axel moved out of Cheryl's room, giving her time to rest.

After the door closed, Cheryl reopened her eyelids. He grabbed the photo paper from Axel's prints. Observing him lamat-jolan. But before long keep it in the nightstand drawer and close your eyes to rest.

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Sunday morning was sunny, unlike usual Jourrel eagerly woke up without having to hear a door blow from his mother. Jourrel immediately out of the room, it turns out there is no activity from the mother.

Jourrel understood that her mother's declining condition made her concerned. The man walked into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Then she switched to the kitchen. Deftly Jourrel washes the rice and sheds it. For the side dish, Jourrel chose to go out looking for the nearest stall only. He can't cook. No matter the face of the pillow and its random appearance. Most importantly, all ready when her mother wakes up.

Upon Jourrel's return with Cheryl's motor matic, he arranged all the dishes on the dining table. After that, Jourrel began to clean up his house that was not too big.

Sweeping, mopping, dusting in every corner of his house. Jourrel was surprised when he pulled up the sofa and found 10 hundred thousand buckets. "What money? Don't you ever want to hold this much money?" mumbled wondering.

"Mom! Mama!" call Jourrel to bring the money to his mother's room.

To knock, the door is open. "What's up, kid? Why yell? Sorry, I woke up late, yes" he said looking around the already bright sunlight.

"Mom, whose money is this?" ask Jourrel to give you a wad of money.

"Why ask mom? You know for yourself I'll never bring that kind of money. I'm scared, Jou. Mother must immediately remember the incident first," said Dina who was also surprised.

The woman even supported her body on the edge of the door. The other hand gripped his chest that was throbbing pain.

"Sorry, Mom. If reminded. Jourrel found it on the couch while cleaning it earlier. Yaudah, do you want to rest again? Jourrel already bought side dishes. The rice is also mature," he said immediately supporting the body of the mother.

"No need, son. I'm gonna fall again. Mother's head feels like it's going around in circles," complained Dina.

Jourrel assures her that he helped her get back into her room. And help to break down the body of the mother. After that he went to his room, sitting on the edge of the bed while holding the money in both palms.

Jourrel fell silent, looking at him seriously. Like walking down the time aisle. "The only foreigners who came here were Cheryl and her driver. Could it?" Jourrel's chest throbbed the sooner he imagined it, his hand rubbing his face rough.

"Oh my God, Cheryl!" he throws his body in the bed. His arms raised shut his eyes.

"God! The cure is still left on the bike!" Jourrel was aghast, remembering the time to buy the side dish earlier Cheryl medicine was still hanging.

He immediately took a quick shower, wearing jeans, a white T-shirt and a blue jeans to perfect his appearance in the morning.

Jourrel propels the motor at high speed. Until it is not felt now it has arrived in front of Cheryl's luxury home. Jourrel did not directly press the bell on the gate, for fear of being asked many things. He would rather call Cheryl.

Although he had not received an answer for so long, Jourrel remained patiently waiting. It is far away from the gate.

"Hmmm! What the hell, Rain. It's Sunday, time for rest! Just interrupt! Just go there weekly with your girl or where the cake is, before tomorrow we fight," Cheryl cerocos with a distinctive sound of waking up, without seeing the caller first. Because usually, it was only the assistant who bothered him not knowing the time.

"Ehm! Can you come out for a second? I'm in front of your house" Jourrel said withholding his laughter.

"DIG!"

Cheryl was aghast, when her two neutrals turned perfectly when she realized it was not Rainer's voice. Except the Jourrel sound.

It was a moment to gather his consciousness. His heart was beating violently, accompanied by a powerful blood rush.

"Jhoni?" his murmurs were sounding.

"It's me" Jourrel replied convincingly.

"Huh?" Cheryl immediately jumped out of bed, pulled up the multi-layered curtains in her room, and opened a glass window.

His eyes were immediately fixed on the front of the gate. From such a far distance, it appeared that Jourrel waved his hand while looking up at him. One of his eyes narrowed due to glare. Her disheveled hair actually adds an aura of good looks of its own.

Cheryl widened with her mouth wide open. He panicked for a moment. Sliding the curtains roughly and then pacing around in his room.

"Why did he come here early in the morning? Huh huh? What am I supposed to do about this? How should? Aiih that's the kid why the kek jelangkung came! Where is the impromptu anyway!" grouse Cheryl.

Suddenly his brain hangs, not knowing what to do due to the sudden arrival of Jourrel when he was still asleep. While Jourrel chuckles at Cheryl who misbehaves like that.

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