The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 65: DON'T WANT TROUBLE

“Uncle!” exclaiming Cheryl cut off their eye link.

In the heart of Jourrel sighing in relief, he thought the man was Cheryl's father. However, there was still a sense of anxiety in his heart.

Jourrel tried to untangle the smile on his lips, neutralizing the heartbeat that had been like a marathon, while giving a little polite nod to Rico.

“Do not move until the doctor comes!” rico with his serious face. His arms stretched out suppressing the nurse call without turning his sharp gaze at Jourrel.

The man nodded too. The atmosphere became awkward instantly. Until the arrival of the medical team who immediately checked the condition of Jourrel.

Nearly an hour into a series of examinations, doctors confirmed his condition was stable enough. Only the recovery of wounds to the head and the scars of the operation. The drugs given have the best quality, supporting the healing process of Jourrel. Plus, she has good endurance.

“Please just take off everything. I've been better,” his door raised a gaze of supplication.

“Alright, if there are any complaints immediately contact us!” the doctor said, Jourrel just nodded. Cheryl did not ban it after the doctor decided it was like that.

The nurse immediately removed the oxygen hose and the infusion, then prepared a wheelchair. But the man refused. He just wants to walk. Not wanting to trouble others and trying to do it yourself as hard as it is.

“Bogged!” ketus Rico squinted his eyes.

Jourrel only responded with a small nod. Cheryl herself closed her lips. He stared lazily at Rico then stood beside Jourrel and touched his arm.

Jourrel froze, turning to Cheryl until their beads tightly intertwined. Do not ask how the heart beats when physical contact occurs.

“Eheemm! Suddenly hot!” ledek Rico rubbed his nape while throwing a sideways glance.

The middle-aged man stepped with his firm legs out of the room first. Hiding a smile that was unnoticed by the two lovebirds.

Suddenly, Jourrel and Cheryl become misbehaved. Jourrel tried to put both feet on the cold floor.

His eyes closed for a moment, regulating his breathing because he was still a little weak and dizzy. But his determination is so strong. ‘I cannot be weak. Mom needs me,’ Inner Jourrel opens her eyes while taking a rough breath.

“Pelan-pelan. Change your mind? Want to bring a wheelchair?” tawar Cheryl is worried that she is still holding Jourrel's right arm.

Cheryl patiently equated Jourrel's slow pace, towards Dina's mother's room early in the morning. “Sorry yes, uncle rico is indeed the war. But he's really good at.” Cheryl opened the conversation again.

“Nothing. I think he's your father,” says Jourrel.

“Not. Papa's still out .. uh, in Palembang. Uncle's been helping to take care of me since I was a kid. Yes you could say it's like papa himself anyway, hehe.” It is almost a mistake about the existence of the father abroad. Cheryl doesn't want to make a big gap between her and Jourrel. Afraid that man would stay away from her.

“Oh,” says nod.  

The distance of their room is actually not far. But Jourrel occasionally stops when the occasional pain strikes him. Cheryl was faithful to accompany. Sometimes he asks her to joke. And not take off his arm. Rico smiled to himself behind them.

When she got to the front of the room, Cheryl opened the door wide. They entered very carefully. Until Jourrel's step stopped when his gaze was straight ahead.

He found Tristan sleeping, resting his head on the edge of Mother Dina's bed. Jourrel felt claustrophobic when he remembered that his best friend loved Cheryl.

“What's up? Why quit? Pain again huh?” cheryl looked at him curiously.

Jourrel released Cheryl's hand link on her arm. Squeeze the taut fingers and then lower them. “I can be alone,” said Jourrel continued his limped steps.

Jourrel growled to himself. How can he enjoy the atmosphere, when his best friend is always there for him. He even wanted to replace his position to take care of his mother. She knows exactly how Tristan feels about Cheryl. “Stupid!” he said he clenched both his hands.

“What?” Cheryl frowned when she heard Jourrel's swearing.

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