The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 86: INSECURE

Jourrel glanced at Cheryl, his breathing wheezing. Her chest was so strong. He felt so tight.

One arm patted his chest, while throwing his face out the window. Jourrel could not hide his dead red face.

Rico chuckled amusedly at seeing it. "Basic bucin!” his taunts in a slow voice, his gaze remained focused on the path they were going through. Even slowing down his pace, wanting to see Jourrel who was getting misbehaved because of his missus.

“Jou, why? You sick?” asked Cheryl to move her body. To be able to look at Jourrel's face.

“I ... I'm good!” Jourrel let out a long sigh, venturing into Cheryl's beautiful netra that was so soothing. “Cher ..”

“Why the hell? Didn't you say you liked me? Even love me? Then, what's wrong?” cecar Cheryl is confused by Jourrel's way of thinking.

Jourrel rubbed his face rough, cupping Cheryl's cheeks until their bodies faced each other. “Iya, I love you. But, I'm a nobody, I'm just an orphan who has nothing. While you? Cher, to be honest, I'm very insecure. I'm afraid to confront your papa, your uncle. They're the big guys Cheryl,” Jourrel tucked Cheryl's hair.

“I see their love so great for you. I'm sure they want the best for you. Before this taste is too deep, until it ends up hurting each other.” Jourrel took a deep breath. “It would be better if we did not start it, if in the end we parted,” he said with a heavy pull on Cheryl's nape until their forehead and nose pointed together.

A pair of Cheryl's neutrals blurred, until the blinking made a clear bulb fell on both cheeks. “Who would you dare to judge my father and uncle like that, huh? You do not know him already adjuge like that,” exclaimed Cheryl did not accept.

“Not so, but usually what happens to his cyrcle will be like that. Please understand, I just don't want to ensnare you. I can't promise you anything, other than a sincere heart, Cheryl.” Jourrel further pressed down on Cheryl's rebellious nape wanting to move.

Their breaths melted into one. Her emotions felt for each other. Jourrel held him back, so that Cheryl was not too emotional and wanted to understand the intent of her heart.

“You are wrong! Don't equate my father and uncle with anyone else. They're different! It is your principles, responsibilities and sincerity that they will question. Not whose son, how much are you worth and what is your rank, Jou!” cheryl muttered the chest of Jourrel with her fist.

The man immediately pulled the girl into his arms, “I'm sorry,” he said kissing Cheryl's head on top.

“Jourrel! Didn't Mr Leon ever say, if you love little miss, fight! From that sentence should be able to conclude on its own. You are not as sensitive as Mr Tiger!” rico's grumbling who couldn't bear to interrupt.

Jourrel turned his head without taking off his embrace. In his chest felt a nod from Cheryl while returning his embrace tighter. “Say the word uncle! You are not as sensitive as papa!” whispered Cheryl chuckled.

Rico clucked while shaking his head. Not felt, they had reached the small road to the Jourrel house. Rico rushes down after the car stops, intending to open the door for Cheryl, but is too late.

The girl was already standing firmly beside the car waiting for Jourrel and immediately grabbed his arm.

"Why, Uncle?” ask Cheryl who saw Rico glued.

“No, it's just, I just realized. It was a baby born prematurely, a baby born full of blood, sweat and tears papa and your mother, now an adult.”

Suddenly Rico lowered his head, remembering Cheryl's stressful, heartwarming and sad birth process. Because right when the cry screams, the father actually fell into a coma.

Cheryl smiled, took her hand off Jourrel and switched to hugging Rico. Like hugging his own father. “Uncle, thank you for being Cheryl's third father!” he said he was leaning his head in Rico's arms.

Rico stretched his arms, “Perhaps if he was alive, he would now be almost the same height as you. And growing up to be a beautiful girl,” said Rico remembering his late daughter.

“Uncle don't be sad. He must be so proud to have such a great father as unce!” cheryl held both of Rico's hands together. The man simply nodded, forcing his lips to smile.

“Let's come in, Tristan is waiting,” invite Jourrel so that the two do not get late in the sadness.

Cheryl walked by the two men. Both arms were coiled possessively on their arms.

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