The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 91: FORGIVING EACH OTHER

“Job Jou! What are you doing?” cheryl exclaimed in shock as well as holding back her laughter. But it still flinched in its original place. There was no desire to help the man.

“Cher, please! This is not funny,” said Jourrel strengthen his grip.

Cheryl flicked her lips, she crawled closer to Jourrel. But just pay attention to it, reluctant to extend help.

“Aren't you a hit man? Time never play to the roof gini?” sydney Cheryl raised her eyebrows next to her.

Jourrel's breath gasping. The sunlight started to burn his skin. He did not dare to look down.

“Never, Cher. Most in roof top. It also did not climb the roof of the kayak gini. Go up the stairs. Come help,” whine Jourrel ventured to take off one arm and stick up, hoping to be greeted by Cheryl. His feet were troubled going up.

“Try me and call me dear. Wanting to cry,” goda Cheryl put her ear while pulling her long hair so as not to get in the way.

“Honey, please help ya, Beautiful, Please. Don't we plan to go to the field? Don't you want to learn to shoot? I'll teach you, my dear!” rayu Jourrel who had been sweating all over her body. His hands were already very red due to such a strong grip.

“You promised! I'm holding your word, honey!” cheryl said with a coquettish tone flashing one eye.

“Iya! Aye! Okay, I promise,” replied Jourrel quickly. He forgot what he said to Tiger. In his current mind was just how he could survive and execute his plan smoothly.

The next second, Cheryl jumped right on Jourrel's body. His arms tightly hugged the man's neck. The Jourrel handle is detached.

“Honey!” jourrel shouted echoing in the mansion. His heart seemed to jump from his chest.

Both of them fell right on a terrace room with synthetic grass. Cheryl was piercing Jourrel's body, Jourrel's breath dashed. He glanced over and found Cheryl smiling sweetly on his lips.

“Cher, we're still alive ‘kan? We're not dead ‘kan?” jourrel did not dare to move. Turning his gaze around.

Cheryl chuckled amusedly at the panic on Jourrel's face. He then sat down, sliding his body to the edge of the balcony.

“We are still alive,” he said staring into the courtyard of his house that is so wide.

Then Jourrel breathed a sigh of relief, his hands fumbled over his face and his whole body, then moved quickly toward Cheryl and sat down next to her.

“Cheryl! What's up?” tiger shouted running around followed by Leon, Rico and Axel. They broke through Cheryl's room when they heard Jourrel's scream. I was worried something was going on with them both.

The two lovebirds then stood up, “Nothing, Pa. Just dropped lightning from the top floor,” said Cheryl raised her index finger up.

Tiger looked up, he did not understand Cheryl's intentions. Axel immediately responded, he widened, “Crazy! Brother jump from above?” axel was surprised.

“That's how it is,” Cheryl said casually.

“Befit, Brother Jou must be in shock. Brother Cheryl is normal!” said Axel who knows the extreme habits of the brother.

Cheryl grimaced, showing off her row of white teeth. Then looked at Jourrel who still seemed to regulate the rhythm of his breath.

“Jesus miracle child!” leon's lips rattled Cheryl's hair in a fit of anxiety.

Tiger tightened his molar, staring at the girl without blinking. Cheryl was instantly speechless as her bead clashed with the father's netra.

He looked down, then turned back to them all. “If you still want to get angry mending papa just come out. Everyone, get out!” throw away the beautiful girl still in sulking mode.

“Ehm!” Tiger cleared his throat while scratching his forehead. “Papa .. apologize. Shouldn't yell at you like that,” I'm Tiger in a low tone of voice.

“Papa is not wrong! Isn't all papa's decisions absolute and inviolable?” sindir Cheryl folded her arms around her chest. Still reluctant to look at his father.

Jourrel pulled Cheryl's elbow, the girl turned her head, “Respect the person you're talking to. Especially your parents. Do not let one day you regret,” said the man was able to jerk Cheryl's heart.

Only then did the girl turn around, staring at her father with tears beginning to pool at both corners of her eyes. “Sorry, pa,” muttered with bated tears. He was afraid of losing, afraid that regret was not treated.

The son and father embraced each other, apologizing and forgiving each other. Jourrel was relieved to see it. His lips developed a wide smile.

“Jourrel,” call Tiger makes the man gasp. The smile on his lips instantly faded away. Cheryl herself immediately stretched her arms. He looked at his papa and Jourrel in turn.

Connect~