Trapped in Jorell's Love
Chapter 8 - Slap on Mom!

Day after day has passed, Mazaya's attitude is still the same. In fact, Jorell is always looking for ways to attract Mazaya's attention. Stefani and Joseph feel sorry for Jorell.

"Have it, don't constantly look at the person who doesn't notice you. You'll be tired of yourself later" suggested Stefani.

"It's okay. I still have enough energy and mentality," replied Jorell.

"It's up to you, Rail. Yes, although I also know Mazaya is a fine woman. But, his nature and attitude are really much different from yours."

"I know" Jorell replied.

"Yes, I went to the pantry first, so thirsty."

Jorell nodded.

It was Joseph's turn to ask.

"Rel, are you constantly approaching Mazaya because you like it or are you just curious? Because honestly, I still can't deduce from your attitude."

Jorell seemed to be thinking of answering Joseph's question. At first, he was just curious about a cute woman. But, for a long time he was interested as well and increasingly curious and somehow now the woman became an object that always attracts his attention and makes himself a spirit to do something. Does that feel included with the likes?

"Like can arise because of curiosity, right? Maybe that's what happened to me" Jorell replied.

Joseph understood a little. Because there are a few men who like the challenge of conquering women. If you conquer a woman who already likes it is very easy and there is no adrenaline. Unlike if you conquer a woman who did not like it from the beginning and then turned to like it.

"Just fight, if you're sure it's true liking. Replied or not like it, the important thing is to try. Our hearts will be broken and hurt. There will always be a way to heal that wound."

Joseph said that while patting Jorell on the shoulder and then went out of the room. He agreed with Joseph.

"Fight? Yeah, I gotta keep fighting for that cuey woman's heart."

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One night, Jorell was walking around the compound. Along the way, he could see people walking alone, people holding hands, even a pair of young people kissing in public.

Jorell just bobbing heads with the kids of today. At least if you want to kiss, look for a closed place not in a public place that can be imitated by many people.

Occasionally, Jorell put his hand into the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing because the coldness of the night had already pierced into the surface of his skin.

When he was about to return home to his contract, near a narrow alley, he heard someone being slapped so hard.

Plakk!!!

"Uhh!" Jorell was horrified to hear the slap.

"It must have hurt a lot" Jorell murmured.

Curious, he looked into the narrow alley. How surprised the man was when he found out Mazaya was slapped. Wanting to break up and help Mazaya but he undoes when Mazaya calls a middle-aged woman who slaps him as mother.

"Slap and hold Mom! If slapping me is your happiness. Was it not enough that I sacrificed? Are you not satisfied with making me like this? I told you, never see me again! Because we have nothing to do anymore after mom chose to go with mom's boyfriend. Is not enough, Mom? I've been tormented physically and mentally by you. Not enough?!"

Plakk!!!

"Based on a bad boy!! I am the mother who gave birth to you! You should have kept obeying me! I just came to ask you for money, but why are you even looking for me with everything that happened in the past."

"In fact, everything that happened in the past is still in my heart. It's better that you leave, before Mario knows that his mother is the one who left his child for a man. Hmh! Very cheap."

"Mazay!"

"Don't call my name! I feel disgusted to hear it from your mouth!" reject Mazaya.

"Hurry up and give mom some money!" pinta Mazaya's mother again.

Mazaya who was bored also gave a wad of money in his wallet.

"Take it and never come back! Don't meet Mario and don't try to instigate him. I don't want him to be the kind of person I am who harbors such deep pain."

Mother smiled happily when she got a lot of money from Mazaya and left Mazaya without saying thank you.

Mazaya took a slow breath to ease her emotions. She could not cry because her tears had disappeared many years ago because she cried so often. Even when sad Mazaya could only be silent and contemplated. Even when happy, sometimes it is difficult to express it. Mazaya grew up cold because of the circumstances that forced him. The past made it this way.

After feeling a bit of calm, Mazaya came out of the narrow alley and walked slowly. However, he realized, there was someone standing nearby.

"Wine! Mazaya seems to realize I'm here? Should I run away? Or am I just hiding? Or am I showing myself in front of him? She would be so embarrassed if I knew about this, right? Oh, blimey! I have to how is this?"

Jorell panicked and was anxious about those choices. Before finally making his choice, Mazaya was already in front of him.

Jorell gulped his own saliva. He was caught off guard and nervous. Sweat as big as corn seeds came out so nervous.

Mazaya looked at Jorell for a while then he walked away without saying anything.

This made Jorell confused.

"Huh? She just left? He didn't want to scold me for eavesdropping? He didn't want to ask me how far I heard it? Huh uh?"

Jorell was confused by Mazaya's attitude. He even patted his face to realize his confusion that this was not a dream.

"There was not even a look of sadness in your eyes. What is your heart made of Mazaya?"

Jorell wondered again as if there was a Mazaya in front of him.

Within a considerable distance, Jorell walked behind Mazaya. He made sure that Mazaya could return home safely.

"What's the matter with you? Why don't you get along with your mom? You seem to hate your mother so much? Holy hooch! I was so curious! But I still don't have the courage to ask that directly."

After making sure Mazaya had actually entered into his contract. Jorell was still standing in the same place.

"If only you would allow me to come closer. I'm definitely going to get close until there's no more distance between us."

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