The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 68: FIGHTING FEAR

“Where?” ask Jourrel a little freaked out.

Tristan shook his head, still trying to contact the girl, “No lift,” he said struggling with his flat object.

Jourrel exhaled his heavy breath. The girl's sad face before leaving this room was still clearly recorded in her head.

Not long after, I heard a knock on the door of the room. Tristan hurried to open it. He thinks Cheryl's back. But it's not.

“What's up?” tanya Tristan knitted her brows. Because in front of him were standing some medics who smiled at him.

“Excuse me, Sir. Please give way,” said one of them opened the door wide.

After that, an empty gurney was brought in and aligned with Ms. Dina's patient bed.

Jourrel who is still holding the remnants of his pain does not make much noise. Just staring confusedly at those who are busy fixing the empty patient bed.

“Mr Jourrel, please rest comfortably. Doctors still have to control your health,” said the nurse who had participated in the examination earlier.

“But I didn't ask for it!” elak Jourrell.

“True, this is your responsible request. We have to make sure you recover 100%. Please, Sir,” the nurse added politely.

Jourrel turned his gaze to Tristan. They throw each other questions. But soon, Tristan understood.

“Who else if not Cheryl!” sahut Tristan relax. Put a hand in his pants pocket.

Sesal crept quickly from the tip of Jourrel's foot, to grip his heart firmly. Even ignored, Cheryl is still so attentive.

“Sana. Mother has increased. This morning should have been a wake-up call. We just wait!” tristan's suggestion moved his head towards the bed.

Then, the food deliveryman also sent two portions of the patient's meal, according to the advice of the hospital's nutritionist.

“Gue to the canteen first. Want to nitip what?” bargain Tristan before breezing off.

“Neventless. Thanks, Tris,” said Jou after sitting in his patient's bed. Slowly he flushed down his body, occasionally grimacing withstanding the pain in his stomach. “Sorry, Cher. Thank you so much,” his murmur closed his eyes.

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Meanwhile, in the car....

Rico patted his shoulder while looking at Cheryl. A pair of eyebrows moved up and down, making Cheryl put on a strange face.

The girl was indeed silent from now on, adjusting her breathing that began to irregular. Remembering the accident that happened to him. But because the car drove slowly, he began to be able to control his mind.

“Sini! No cry, no need to be arrested!” rico patted his shoulder.

“Who?” refute Cheryl.

“Hmmm.

Cheryl thumping lips, “Diih, uncle pretentious. Oh yeah, where are we going? I'll take the car first can't I?” tanyakanya.

“Where?” Rico asked back.

Rico chuckles, and asks the driver to turn around and visit Tristan's workshop.

Cheryl believes the car is in order. He is lazy to open a phone that is already in silent mode. I don't want to be disturbed by anything.

“Your mama used to be sad to make a beautiful dress design, Miss!” rico fishing rod.

“Uncle! Don't miss dong. There are still many projects that I have not done the design! I want a brain refresh first!” the girl's protest was upset.

“OK! Diem!” pasrah Rico's.

When they arrived at the workshop, Cheryl immediately looked for the whereabouts of her car, asking one of the employees.

“The car is done, Miss. Boss said, no need to pay. Due to a mistake from us,” reported a young man rushed to fetch his car.

“Lho, free? Wow, don't don't...” Rico teased him again. However, Cheryl immediately raised her sharp gaze at Rico. Which immediately locked his lips back.

Cheryl's sports car stopped in front of her. The employee who brought him down immediately and invited.

“Uncle who drove yes. We're going to the arena!” pinta Cheryl's.

“OK!” sahut Rico went to the seat behind the wheel.

“Thank you, yes. Tell your boss the same. The car I took.”

Cheryl sauntered softly, sitting next to the wheel with her heart racing. He must be able to fight that fear. It is impossible to be forever frightened.

“Slow down, Uncle!” exciting Cheryl.

Rico nodded, he started the lady's car, driving it at an average speed.

Almost 20 minutes they just arrived. Cheryl immediately asked Rico to stop at the track. His gaze was straight forward, suddenly his chest felt tight. 'I must be able to fight it!' his determination in heart.

“Uncle, temenin Cheryl yes,” pinta the girl weld.

“What? Tumbens! But, what if I hang, Miss?”

“Uncle! Don't talk like that dong! Chalking move!” he immediately went down and changed positions.

Rico raced slowly, “Ni child no plan to jump to death with ‘ right? Really cool if you're upset!” murmured Rico shuddered.

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