The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 85: MY HAPPINESS IS YOU

Leon and Tiger return to the main house. Leon had already put himself in front of his laptop screen seriously. Intercommunicate with Gerry's assistant to trace the footsteps of Alvaro Company which suddenly disappeared from the business world.

While Tiger himself also find out through his network in the mafia world. Be it rivals or allies. All he's investigating with the mob members he's connected to at the base.

The two great adult men did not exchange sounds, only the sound of a keyboard echoing in their secret room.

On the other hand, Cheryl accompanied Jourrel until the funeral procession was completed. All the SSG members who had previously arrested Jourrel were also present and praying. Rico is still loyal behind Cheryl, his job of keeping the girl unfinished.

“Come home, your papa must be waiting for you,” pinta Jourrel as they walk hand in hand out of the tomb.

Cheryl shook her head, “No. Papa is busy. I asked for permission earlier, the important thing is uncle!” point Cheryl back, right behind Rico.

“But I want to go home, Cher. You imitate. Don't tire. Thank you so much for all your help and also your family,”, Jourrel touched Cheryl's arm while looking at her gently.

“No, Jourrel. I'm coming to your house!” kekeh Cheryl's.

“Hah! Headstrong.”

“As his mother!” chirps Rico interjected making the two lovebirds look at each other. Cheryl glared, while Rico threw his face away while whistling. As if saying nothing.

Tristan and Gita are still waiting in front of the car. The two smiled when they saw Cheryl and Jourrel approaching.

“Doctor, thank you very much for the help,” said Jourrel nodded his head.

“Sama-sama. Aren't we friends now? Or maybe it can be called a brother,” always the beautiful girl of the doctor's profession.

Jourrel frowned, not understanding what Gita said. He looked at Cheryl who was only raising her shoulders, as well as not understanding her.

“Bro! I know this might not be right to tell you. You might be surprised to hear it. But also happy because of losing a rival," said Tristan chuckle increasingly make Jourrel do not understand.

Tristan looked at each other with Gita, then nodded at the same time. The man lifted Gita's stained fingers and showed them to Jourrel.

“Kok the ring is the same? You guys ...” asked Cheryl pointing Tristan and Gita alternately.

“Yes! We are married,” Tristan said.

“So these two weeks you disappeared from marriage?” Jourrel made sure, answered a nod by Jourrel. “How can it?” it was hard to believe.

“Come home! I'm obviously at home!” Tristan took off his hand link, then rushed into the car followed by his wife.

Cheryl and Jourrel rush to the car driven by Rico. The two men sat in the back seat. Cheryl did not want to remove the link of her hand, even leaning her head on the sturdy shoulder of the man. It's too comfortable.

“Cher,” call Jourrel sound slow.

“Hmm?” he said without looking.

Shut up, no more noise. Only the roar of the car engine dominated their journey. Cheryl knitted her pair of eyebrows, turning to the man next to her. “Why?” ask the girl because Jourrel didn't talk.

“I ... I ...” Suddenly the man stuttered. Confused how to process words. Rico just smashed his lips without wanting to chim in.

Cheryl raised both eyebrows, waiting patiently for the sentence that Jourrel would say.

“I want to go back to Medan. Thank you very much for everything. Perhaps, a thousand thanks cannot repay your kindness and your family.”

Jourrel tied his hand between Cheryl's fingers. “Maybe today was the last we met. I don't know when to come here again. May you always be happy Cheryl. Anyone who will be your companion later, will definitely be very lucky,” he said slightly vibrating. Smiling even though his own heart was slashed.

Cheryl clutched firmly in her hand. His eyes were squinting sharply. His breathing began to roar violently. But as much as possible the girl held back her anger. Because tofu, Jourrel was still in a bad mood.

"Okay, please go. But it has to be with me!" firmly the girl tightened her body. "You can go anywhere, as long as I'm with you!" continued.

"Ke ... Why?" said the man was nervous because their distance was too close.

"Why did you say? Still why? You said yourself I wish I was always happy, and you know?" Cheryl cupped both of Jourrel's cheeks and stared in both of her beads. "My happiness is you, Jourrel!" he said seriously.

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