The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 87: THE UNEXPECTED SOULMATE

The arrival of Jourrel with Cheryl instantly made Tristan stand. He arrived a few minutes ago. The four of them sat down, Rico chose to wait outside. Not wanting to interfere in the affairs of young people.

“So how?” Cheryl who seemed so enthusiastic, could not wait to hear the story. He sat next to Jourrel.

“Mmm... started the time I waited for mom.” Tristan looks at Gita and then starts telling her everything.

Starting from the marriage invitation of Doctor Gita, pre-marital agreement because both refused arranged marriage, until the meeting Tristan with Mama Gita who was immediately rejected outright.

Mama Gita has her own candidate as her son-in-law. But Tristan is not giving up. Keep trying to conquer his future in-laws. To keep his promise to Gita.

Until the 4th day, Gita's mother still rejected her. All sorts of ways have been done, still rejected. Finally Tristan uses the last way, which is to bring his papa to the house of Gita.

How surprised they all were, papa Tristan and mama Gita knew each other. They were close friends, and intended to match each other with their children.

Gita is flabbergasted to have met with papa Tristan. She thought her mother would match the old man with her. Who would have thought, it turns out their plan is actually to match their children.

Tristan himself always refused the arranged marriage arranged by the father. Because of that he was rebellious, rarely went home and slept more often in his workshop. Moreover, in his heart was already engraved Cheryl's name.

“Hah?! So, why do you have trouble using the event to marry all contracts. Hahaha!” ledek Cheryl laughed out loud.

“I don't know, at first I thought Mama wanted to mate with her papa. Kan I parno first,” pointed Gita at Tristan while smiling stiffly.

Cheryl's getting dizzy. Both of his arms pressed down on his stomach while bending over, as he could not stand his laughter. Then beat up Jourrel's arm in agitation. He is anxious to hear the story of Tristan and Gita.

“The reason is yes, you again to a place must go through many twists, climbs and derivatives first. In front of our eyes there is a straight path without obstacles. That's not it?” cheryl laughed with her hands.

“Yaudah anyway! Don't be mutekin mulu! So because it is in accordance with the wishes of our parents, as a result of accelerated marriage. They were excited themselves, especially the mother-in-law. He said faster is better. To the extent that we did not spread the invitation at all,” continued Tristan leaned his head on Gita's shoulder.

To make the girl feel uncomfortable. Not used to such situations. If only the two, must always be brushed aside, rejected for various reasons. Not for the moment. Gita just smiled.

“Indeed before you have never met each other's parents?” cecar Cheryl who has been talking a lot since. Jourrell is just a listener.

“Never. It was a long time ago. Maybe we were just kids. Can't remember!” tristan replied still leaning comfortably.

“Ooo! Yaudah congratulations to you. What do you want for a gift?” tawar Cheryl's.

“Not all his house?” joking that girl.

“Ah, no. Later addictive!” sahut Tristan laughed as well.

Gita and Jourrel took a deep breath. Without wanting to catch up on the conversation they both had. Although there was actually a covetous feeling in their hearts.

“Emang do not want to pay for that reception? Later Extraordinary Riders let convoy on the road to drive you both!” exclaim Cheryl enthusiastic.

“Mmm. Gita took a lot of time off. It will be easy later. You're the first person we'll ever repot if you really want a reception!” tristan.

“OK, ready!” cheryl quickly said.

 “Judah if so, we go back first. Don't forget to make the design, Cher!” tristan stood up.

Cheryl nodded, “Ready, Boss!” he stood up and hugged Gita. “Congratulations yes, Doc. If you want to ask Tristan ulcernya, just chat. I'll unload all!” whispered Cheryl but in a loud voice.

“Heh! Watch out, your car I hold!” threaten Tristan pulls Gita's arm.

“Udah I picked up, week!” cheryl's reply stuck out her tongue.

“Dihh! Beware if you are talking!” the man pointed to Cheryl's pretty face.

Cheryl Abai, just waved at Gita until they came out of Jourrel's little house.

While Jourrel was unmoved, still sitting on the sofa with a sullen face and looked annoyed. “Seru yes, chat! Until he forgets his right left," Jourrel said without looking at Cheryl.

“Eh?”

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