The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 71: BE MY BRIDE!

The thing that Jourrel feared the most had finally happened. His eyes bead was teary, the tightness began to whack.

Not only Jourrel, apparently Dina's mother also cried. He refused to look at his son. Plus, he was unable to feel anything on half of his body.

“Sorry, Mom.” Jourrel sound corrugated.

No reply was heard, because Mother Dina chose to be silent in her tears. Very disappointed with his son.

Moments later, the medical team came to their room. Doctors performed examinations, including Jourrel's wounds.

“Dok, why can't half my body move?” asked Mother Dina in her tears.

The doctor who had just checked looked at each other with his nurse. Then he breathed heavily.

“Mother has mild stroke symptoms. My guess is, there are some motor nerves that experience interference. Next we will contact the physiotherapist to ensure the condition of the mother as well as her handling,” explained the doctor.

“What?” sahut Jourrel jerked.

Dina's mother was silent for a moment, “Why I didn't die!” muttered later.

“Mother! What are you talking about? I'm definitely cured!” argue Jourrel.

“Mother, just relax. We will do our best for your health. Excitement yes, Mom,” by the doctor.

Silent, the room was quiet again. All of Jourrel's words were not responded to at all. The middle-aged woman completely silenced him. Jourrel also chose silence, giving time and space for the mother.

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“It looks like I've been thinking about compensating for your irreverence last night!” Doctor Gita squinted her eyes. “This food is not a redeemer. I can pay for it myself!” he continued while feeding one piece of meat to his mouth.

“Dih, loss dong!” cebik Tristan ate with a rough movement.

“How the hell? Here I change!” The doctor extended his hand.

“No! The self-esteem of men! Time yes paid women.” The man rolled his eyes lazily. “Then what should I do? Is there a doctor's bone that shot? Broken it? Or why?”

There was a faint smile on the pretty Doctor's lips. He took a sip of his orange juice and stared fixedly at Tristan.

“Mmm ... Yep! Ouch!” the girl groaned her arms.

‘Feelings were fine!’ grouse Tristan raised his eyebrows next to his.

“You must be my bride!” doctor Gita made Tristan choke on food.

The man coughed brutally until his chest felt tight. He grabbed the glass on the table, threw out his pipette and sipped the drink straight from the glass.

“Hah? I'm not impregnating you, Doctor! What a story I have to marry you!” tristan was still in shock. His breathing was still panting, his face flushed red.

Doctor Gita chuckles, “Long story! If I don't want to be able to make a report to the police, including evidence of a visa for beating a doctor,” threatened the girl to stand up.

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Meanwhile at the Extraordinary Riders racecourse, Cheryl stops after 10x rounds. There was a speck of relief spreading in his heart.

But I was surprised when I looked to the side. His eyes glared as he shouted, “Uncle?!”

Cheryl immediately went down, running to get the available mineral water not far from the start of the track. Cheryl did build some kind of cafe there too. A place to hang out for all the members of the club.

“Lho, Cheryl!” yell one of his friends.

Cheryl ignored him, running again towards Rico who was pale and looked so weak.

“Uncle! Drink!” pinta Cheryl bent down and thrust out the cold drink.

Rico immediately sipped the water until the toilet. He leaned back while closing his eyes. Sweat had washed his entire face. His breath was still blowing irregularly.

“My heart still seems to be missing there!” chirps Rico pointed at the end of the road.

Cheryl patted Rico on the shoulder, “Uncle slumped by the way!” screech the girl.

“Jeez, miss! I almost died!” he said with a sigh of gasp pressing on his chest.

“Iihh! Uncle has decades of cooperation Papa kok weak gini anyway!” the girl's lips removed Rico's seatbelt so that the man could breathe easily.

Rico opened his eyes, “Hey, little miss! Don't forget, 20 more years I'm escorting Madam. Driving above average can be shot in my head, Miss! Hiihh! Moreover, my age is no longer young! Fortunately, I have no history of any disease!" roico rolled his eyes lazily.

“Hahaha! Yes also. Ah uncle why be Axel squared. Sorry, Uncle! Cheryl Khilaf,” he said wide and hugged his bodyguard since the baby.

"Hemmy! Miss, all the way Miss yelled what? At first glance, call the name Jourrel," asked Rico curiously. Because of his heart race and intense fear, Rico was completely out of focus on hearing Cheryl's screams.

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