The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 72: WHY CHOOSE ME?
“Ah no! Uncle misheard the times,” elak Cheryl averted her eyes.
Rico scratched his ear, “Iya lah. Uncle is on his own. Are you feeling better yet?”
“Udah. I'm the one driving. Watch out!” the man's orders rushed down from the passenger seat. Slightly staggered while walking, but could regain his balance while occasionally holding the body of the car.
Cheryl grimaced to see Rico, and she sat down gracefully in the passenger seat. Feeling bad for his bodyguard.
“Where else?” bargain Rico started running his car.
"Eat first uncle, whatever where you want,” said Cheryl smiled thinly.
“Ready, Boss!” rico replied excitedly.
The four-wheeled vehicle was traveling at an average speed. Not long before they arrived at a restaurant that was quite luxurious.
In between the lunches, Cheryl requests that Rico be on her side and always defend her, no matter what. Cheryl also requested that she never report extreme things she did to her mother. The girl continued to persuade and whine, which might have been Rico's love for her.
"Yes, but I hope this is the last one, Miss." Rico ruffled his hair. Cheryl simply replied with a big smile. Not nodding or shaking.
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Tristan runs after Doctor Gita and gets into the elevator that will take them to the basement. The girl's lips smirked thinly, yet indifferent to Tristan's shock.
“Please explain what it means," Tristan said.
“Mmm ... later I'll clear. Take me somewhere,” said Doctor Gita with a straight forward view.
Tristan did not understand her feelings now. Curious, startled, to the point of not knowing what to be happy about hearing Doctor Gita's request.
"Where is your car?” ask the beautiful doctor to circulate his gaze after arriving at the basement.
“Wow! Cool!” praise Doctor Gita waltzing gracefully without waiting for the owner.
He went in and sat down at the wheel. Sitting sweetly there. Tristan was stunned to see the girl's strange behavior. He just scratched his nape that was not itchy.
After twenty minutes of travel in the direction appointed by Doctor Gita, they arrived at the public cemetery.
Doctor Gita got off when the car stopped, and Tristan followed. The girl just focused on her goal, without looking around her.
Until it arrived at the navel with a photo of a middle-aged man on it. Doctor Gita immediately squatted down, rubbing the tombstone with teary eyes.
“Pa, Gita coming,” greet the girl in a wavy voice. “Sorry, instead of rebelling, but Gita can not accept the man of choice mama. Gita wants to choose for himself, hopefully papa bless ya,” he sobbed.
Tristan took a sip of his saliva, crouched down and patted Gita on the shoulder, rubbing her slowly.
After being content to pour out his heart, Gita stood up. He left Tristan. He then landed his body on a chair under a banyan tree.
“Ni child! Jeez, really good!” grouse Tristan stepped in annoyance.
He sat next to the Gita. Letting the girl drain her tears until she is satisfied. Then hold out a handkerchief.
“Still!” said Gita grabbed the square object that was directly used to wipe the tears along with the liquid on her nose.
Tristan looked at him seriously, “Doctor. Out of the millions of people on this earth, why did you choose me?” ask Tristan curiously. He must have a clear reason before making a wrong decision.
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One more will follow...
Jan forgot his trail 😘