The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 83: I FAILED!
“Sorry, Mom.” Jourrel was crying. “Sorry cannot please mom. Sorry can only make you disappointed!” it's getting sobbing.
Jourrel yells while hugging his mother, “Wake up, Mom! Let's go home! We take all our rights back, ma'am. Wake up!” her screech woke her mother and hugged her so tightly.
Jourrell lost half his life. He has lost his purpose in life. Jourrell lost his reason for fighting.
“Jou, sincere. I'm not sick anymore,” said Tristan trying to calm his best friend.
Jourrell doesn't care. She kept her mother's body, forced her to get up and hold her tightly.
“Don't believe it, mom can be in pain!” lerai Tristan took off Jourrel's arm. Several nurses were preparing to capture Dina's body and lay it down again.
Jourrel rebelled as Tristan locked onto his movements, hugging him so tightly from behind. When she was released, Jourrel smacked Tristan in the face with his fist, expelling her grief and pain.
Gita shouted, she immediately helped her husband stand up. Swiping the blood that flows in the corner of the lips of the husband. “You okay?” tanyanya's worried. Tristan just shook his head.
“You've never done anything so I! I was willing to do anything to cure him. I mortgaged my conscience to bring him back home and take our rights. I'm willing to bet my life to make mom happy again!” jourrel shouted in disrepair. Then he looked back at the mother who had stiffened.
Can't! Jourrel couldn't stop his tears. “And now all in vain, Tristan! All futile! I failed! Haaaarggh!” he knelt on the floor. His body was weak and powerless. His head was bowed in. Her chest is too tight. It's really painful.
“Pa!” Cheryl breaks her embrace. He looked into his father's eyes, unable to stop his crying.
Tiger nodded, he understood his daughter's wish without having to speak. “Yes! Please!” said slowly.
Cheryl steps closer to Jourrel. Then kneel before the broken man. Catch both of Jourrel's shoulders shedding.
“I've failed, Cheryl. I failed,” murmured in tears.
Cheryl wrapped her arms around Jourrel's neck, then hugged him tightly. “No! You haven't failed. Don't give up!” cheryl put their eyebrows together. Gives strength to the man.
Those two lovebirds don't care about anything anymore. Tiger and Leon themselves just silently observed, not interrupting or forbidding as before.
“I'll help you. As long as you don't give up. Let's take care of mom's funeral. Let the mother rest in peace and quiet. Yes?” cheryl cupped both of Jourrel's cheeks.
The man nodded, resting his cheek comfortably on Cheryl's palm. His eyes that had been bowed, now lifted slowly until the two looked at each other closely. Cheryl parsed a smile on her lips.
“Thank you,” said Jourrel was moved. He hugged the girl tightly.
“Spirit yes!” cheryl patted Jourrel on the shoulder.
Tristan and Gita sigh in relief. They're worried that Jourrel's lost control. Cheryl was lucky to be with him. The couple threw each other a glance and broke each other's smiles.
“Wait! What happened to mom?” Jourrel took off his embrace, then looked at Tristan. He's calmer now. As he remembered, he left his mother still at home. How can I stay in the hospital and leave it forever?
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