The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 70: KING OF CROCODILES

In the hospital....

Tristan walked a long way, wanting to reach the elevator immediately that would deliver him to the hospital cafeteria. At the roof top.

The door was almost closed, but a hand held it back open.

There were only two people in the elevator. Tristan leaned against the wall of the elevator, folding both hands in front of his chest.

In front of him a beautiful woman was opening a cardigan that wrapped her sexy body. Leave the black tanktop shows a beautiful and clear body curve.

Tristan glared for a moment, while holding his back. “Woy! Crazy you huh? Open-opening in public places!” tristan said taking off his jacket and then draped to the girl's shoulder.

His body creeps, afraid also when presented body mole nan seductive. Fear of not having the power to restrain.

The girl turned her head, both of them turned right at the opening of the elevator door. A few people who took turns in made both of them aware of the daydream. So it quickly severed their eye link and sauntered out. It just so happens that they have the same goal.

“Doctor? You want to do pervert huh? Crazy, doctor anyway but kok... ” accuse Tristan of staring full of intimidation.

“Aarrghh!” Tristan groaned as her legs were stepped on with fairly high heels.

Doctor Gita sharpened her gaze. “Anyway by the way! Look, my clothes are wet! It seems like an unlucky crucifixion because of meeting you! And my work hours are over. It's time to go home!” sahut the beautiful girl with a sniffle.

“Oh! Sorry!” Tristan scratched his head.

“Yaudah was taken in his jacket. Let's not be a land crocodile!” connect Tristan.

“Thank you king of crocodiles!” doctor Gita's reply forced her lips to smile widely. But while rolling his eyes lazy. Doctor Gita then breezed away first leaving Tristan who belied not accept.

His steps were getting longer until he taught the beautiful girl. “Where is this handsome crocodile king, heh?” elak Tristan is not welcome.

Doctor Gita raised one corner of her lips. “Where is the nutting ngaku?” sit in an empty chair.

Tristan almost protested, but Doctor Gita raised his hand. “Sstt! Silence please. I'm here, I want to calm myself. Not to argue about anything unimportant! If you don't want to go!” doctor Gita's orders to shake his hand.

Tristan lands her body in a chair opposite Doctor Gita. He propped up his chin with both arms, while looking at the doctor for long-goals. He felt, the look on the woman's face was like she was harboring trouble.

“Doctor,” call Tristan.

“What?!” ketus the girl looked up.

“That's what? Snot or what?” tristan pointed at his nose.

Doctor Gita. Hurriedly grabbing onto tissue and pressing both of his noses. His head lowered, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Nothing. It's ordinary! Later clog yourself,” elak the girl twisted the body, still covering the nose with tissue that was exposed to red stains.

Tristan doesn't understand how to handle it. He ordered warm, cold drinks and some food. Then back to his chair.

“Doctors are okay?” ask Tristan to worry.

“Now!” doctor Gita shook her head.

No more talk. Tristan refused to move. There was a sudden sense of worry that intruded his heart.

Until some time passed, various types of vegetable food, meat, seafood lined up at the table. Drinks are warm, cold and all available. Doctor Gita swearing.

“You want a party? Overrated!” the girl asked, starting to get tough again.

“Neg. Just because you don't know what good food and what the doctor likes, so just order it all! Relax, I paid the bill. As my apology last night,” said Tristan at length.

Doctor Gita did not speak anymore, he immediately grabbed one of the dishes and devoured the food. Tristan did the same. Although both are faced with awkwardness, but try to be ordinary.

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“Nak, Cheryl!” mumble Mother Dina.

Jourrel who heard immediately walked up to the mother. He grasped the weak fingers and kissed them, “Mother,” call Jourrel.

Dina's mother's pair of neutrals began to open up, gnawing very slowly. His breath was also blowing slowly. He then rolled his bead, until he met the eyes of his son's eagle.

Mother Dina's gaze turned giddy, her hands clutching so firmly. Aware of being grasped by Jourrel, Ibu Dina took off and brushed him off firmly.

“Go! Don't show your face in front of mom! I'm disappointed in you!” said Mother Dina threw away her face. He did not want to linger staring at the face of the only son of his puppet.

“Bu,” call Jourrel again.

“Don't call me mom!” yelled Dina's mother held back her anger.

Connect~

How is the condition of uncle ric yes 😰