The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 47: HEART GYMNASTICS

"Jhoni! What's up?" ask Cheryl again patting Jourrel on the back.

They had almost entered a small alley, the only road they had to take to Jourrel's house. Jourrel stopped his bike, opened his helmet and turned to the confused Cheryl.

"Would you like to go there?" point Jourrel towards his house.

Cheryl nodded quickly, "Yes, why?" tanyanya's confused.

Jourrel rubbed his face rough, his heart as if exploding inside there, yet he already had no other choice. "That's ..it's my home," he said, turning in any direction.

Shocked, the beautiful girl widened her eyes and immediately opened her helmet glass, "What? Your house?" he was barely believing.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thus ... Dina's mother is your mother?" Cheryl made sure, answered a nod by Jourrel.

"Huh, the world is so narrow. Yaudah come on, why stop here!" tell Cheryl to breathe heavily.

"So, this is all ...."

"For mom," Cheryl said, cutting out Jourrel's words quickly.

"There's no need to bother," declined Jourrel felt bad.

"I love you, not you! Ah, I'm hunted!" exciting Cheryl.

Jourrel sighs in relief. At least one fact has been conveyed, he still has to gather a lot of courage to uncover other facts that might stretch their relationship, or even Cheryl turned to hate him.

Slowly, he returned to running the motor through the path carefully. He was sure, his mother would be very surprised and did not expect the arrival of Cheryl. She admired Cheryl very much.

Arriving on the terrace, Jourrel immediately entered the house, while opening his helmet. "Let's go in, I'll be happy. He always told me about you!" ask him to open the door.

Cheryl frowned, "Oh huh? Tell me about what?"

"When you help him, sit down. I call mom" he pointed to the guest sofa. Then he walked to his mother's room.

Jourrel knocked on the door slowly, calling his mother. "Mom, someone is looking" he said.

Before long, the door opened, "Who, son?" ask Dina.

Jourrel stepped aside, shifting his legs a step so as to show the beautiful girl who was now sitting in their living room.

"You brought it?" dina asked.

"It's a long story, Mom. Come meet first, he also brought a lot of groceries. I didn't know if the goal was to come here either" he said half a whisper.

Dina sauntered in a hurry, she could not wait to meet the beautiful girl. A wide smile decorated his pale lips, immediately sitting his body next to Cheryl, looking at her affectionately.

"How are you, Mom?" cheryl asked, returning that gentle smile.

Somehow his conscience was knocked to reach the old woman. It still imprints their first meeting, leaving behind deep empathy and concern.

He does always do good to everyone, especially those who look needy. Unbeknownst to her parents, Cheryl became a donor to a social foundation. Things his mother, Khansa, once taught him.

"Mom's better," Dina said, holding Cheryl's hand.

His gaze led to the door, where Jourrel brought in all the groceries at Cheryl's behest.

"Yesumptu, Son. Why bother anyway."

"It's just a little, Mom. Please accept yes. Sorry, Cheryl didn't mean anything" he said cautiously fearing offending.

"Thank you very much, Cheryl. I can only pray, may you always be in the protection of God and happiness always overshadow you," said Dina sincerely.

Jourrel relaxed hearing the mother's words. He looked down at the kitchen table after putting down the groceries. He would be very sorry if something bad happened to Cheryl. Especially when I was almost lost because of it.

Cheryl paled, "Aamiin, thank you, Mom," she replied.

Moments later, Jourrel brought a drink and put it on the table. "Please drink first" said the man.

"Thank you" said Cheryl to grab the glass and drink it immediately.

"Jourrel, bring the cake in the fridge. This morning I made it" exclaimed Dina, choking Cheryl for a moment.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" The girl coughed while widening her eyes.

Jourrel approached and patted Cheryl on the back slowly. The girl looked up, until the netranya who began to water now collided with the bead of the eagle Jourrel.

"Be careful" said Jourrel softly.

"Are you okay, son?" Dina herself looked worried.

Cheryl patted her chest, repeatedly clearing her throat to neutralize the tightness in the chest. Then he turned to look at the woman next to him. "Jourley? Jourrell Alvaro?" asked Cheryl in a hoarse voice.

He guessed whether it was a coincidence or not. But the name Jourrel was the first time he met. And Dina nodded, she thought the two of them had indeed gotten to know each other.

While Jourrel widened his eyes so wide. She was shocked when Cheryl found out her real name. His body froze instantly with such a powerful blood sigh. His heart hit his chest cavity.

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