The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 44: BEING SURROUNDED

"Jhon! I want to get someone. Please anterin to the supermarket first!" cheryl yells pull on Jourrel's backpack.

Their motor was driving in the crowd. His voice would not be heard if he did not scream. Cheryl felt safer when she saw Jourrel wearing a backpack. He did not need to make a distance for fear of their bodies intersecting.

"Jhoni! You're not a denger?" cheryl was annoyed at not being responded to by the man.

"Ready, Princess! It's stuck in front. Where's the heat again!" sahut Jourrel turned his head, when stopped next to a container truck, the car was able to hide their bodies from the sun.

"What's the other way?" ask Cheryl to turn her head.

"There is, but a rat's path," he replied.

Actually it could have been Jourrel through that jam. Because the motor is not so big, able to infiltrate into small cracks. However, he is worried about Cheryl who is not used to it.

"It's okay. Than the gini freak!" cheryl covered her helmet glass and patted Jourrel on the shoulder. "Gass, John!" cheryl is excited.

Finally, Jourrel turned back to Cheryl's wishes. He was moving at average speed. The road they walked was far from the crowd. The left right is the rice field. Towering trees also lined up to accompany their journey.

Even though it was noon, the wind that was blowing was so cold. Cheryl opened the glass of her helmet. Both of his hands tightly hugged Jourrel's purse, his head looking up with his eyes closed.

"Jhon, I'm not heavy, am I?" ask Cheryl.

"No!" sahut Jourrel lied. Of course the weight, must maintain the balance of the motor, pulled the same Cheryl. But he enjoyed it.

"It turns out to be fun to ride the bike too!" said Cheryl again sat up straight and accidentally looked at the rearview mirror.

His forehead frowned when he saw two black cars, following them. He went to the front and whispered to Jourrell. "Jhon, there's a cake to follow!" muttered the girl.

Jourrel turned his gaze backwards, at a glance. Then focus on the road again. "Known?" jourrel asked through Cheryl who was almost on her shoulder.

"No. But maybe Gevano's man. Still don't accept him" Cheryl replied.

"Face it! Shame on my papa if you run away!" cetus Cheryl put her bag between Jourrel's body with her.

Then opened the suit that had wrapped his body neatly. Jourrel tickled as one by one the buttons of the suit came off.

"Hey?! What are you doing, Cher?" pekik Jourrell panic.

"Ready-ready. Not funny to wear a coat," he said casually take off his work coat, leaving a black shirt typical of women, long-sleeved. It was also opened the top three buttons, showing a black lacy thank top as well.

"Nitip in your bag, Jhon!" cheryl opened the man's backpack resliting.

Without waiting for an answer, Cheryl had already put in her suit. Jourrel himself was in a state of misgivings, afraid that the girl was suspicious. But the worry did not happen. Because Cheryl was focused on looking at the car that was getting closer to her. The girl took off her helmet.

"Udah, just melanin," said Cheryl tied her hair high.

"You sure?" Jourrel.

Cheryl looked around, then nodded confidently. "Yes!" sahutya.

"Wear the helmet again. Don't let go of whatever happens. It's quite possible to protect the head" said Jourrel, which Cheryl soon did. He was good at hooking up that head protector.

And after the speed of the motor swallows, a car crosses in front of them. Behind him also stopped the same car. Jourrell had to stop him.

Two lovebirds got off the bike. Where they were surrounded by big-bodied people with scary faces.

Jourrel looked at them one by one. He recognized some of those paid people. Because Jourrel is often invited to join their members. But he always refused.

Jourrel and Cheryl turned their backs on each other. Watch out for the swarm of men carrying the bat.

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