The After One Night
[Attempted]

Her name is Cheryl Arsya Kiehl Miller, currently eighteen-year-old beautiful girl is studying S1 at one of the country's top universities London England.

Day after day Cheryl went through with joy, friendship, and not to forget also pent-up love.

"Where are you going?" Ciko was the girl's name, Ciko Cheryl's best friend from high school. They live in the same apartment.

Well, an ordinary apartment unit, not a Penthouse is like a rich kid's custom. Cheryl Dhyrga's beautiful daughter is that simple.

"Gue's going to, ..."

"Bring to the basketball court again huh?" Ciko cut no like.

It was customary for Cheryl, every hour of her way home from college, to watch an arrogant senior basketball practice that was not to be admired.

"I swear, I can't sleep if I haven't seen anyone's face!" Refuse Cheryl.

"It's all right, you." Pouting, Ciko packed her books. Then let a comrade-in-arms just like that.

Cheryl smiled, her running steps became the center of attention of all men who were amazed by her personality and natural beauty.

Smart, beautiful, sexy, kind, moreover she is also the only daughter of a handsome CEO of a real estate developer. Cheryl weight bebet seedlings achieved a perfect assessment.

As usual, Cheryl stopped in front of the drink machine. He swiped his credit card after pressing a few buttons.

One can of cold drink slips down. Cheryl took it and was taken to the college basketball court.

The echoes of the youth's cries began to sound in the ears, Cheryl sitting on one of the stadium seats. His lips were smiling, his hands were propping up his chin, he was staring in awe at the handsome young man who was currently running around while playing an orange ball.

Hurricane Laksmana, the name of the handsome young man of twenty years. Beans nose, sweet lips, pure white skin, Asian oriental face. His body is high field, no doubt the Storm is very beautiful.

Badai was born and raised in Indonesia, from Junior High School, their high school, now both studying in the same campus and foreign country.

It's no coincidence, Cheryl always finds out where the Storm continues her education and follows it.

"Ekm Ekm, is that a drink for me?"

"Eh, ..." Cheryl turned to the tall, handsome man sitting by her side.

"Sister Sandy." Cheryl grinned at her loyal companion Hurricane Laksmana.

"Tu drinks for me? Or is it the same, for him?" Sandy repeated the question.

"Make him dong." Cheryl is back. What a sweet smile a Cheryl. Sandy admits, she's interested in this girl.

Sandy tied the shoelaces while muttering softly. "The storm already knows every day Lo must have bought drinks for him, but so far he has not responded to Lo right?" Ask.

Cheryl shakes. "It's okay, Cheryl doesn't care much. Pretty welcome Cheryl's drink, Cheryl's happy." Said.

"Lo's amazed? Or loved?" Sandy looked back at the beautiful girl.

"Hehe." Cheryl whetting. Sandy's question was enough to nudge the grin of her white teeth. "Whatever her name is, Cheryl likes the Storm."

"So?"

"Title again." As usual Cheryl thrust a can of drink at Sandy.

"OK." After being ready with the shoelaces neatly tied, Sandy scrambled the little tops of the girl's head, she stood with Cheryl's canned drink to give to the Storm.

"Storm!" Shouting Sandy. Cheryl smiled as the Storm turned to her after receiving a cold drink throw from Sandy's hand.

"spirit." Cheryl provides support by airing small fists.

The storm turned indifferent. "Make it!"

Cheryl's smile dimmed as the Storm threw her drink at another friend. It was indeed cold attitude of that handsome young man. Every day Cheryl noticed but did not respond or just returned a little sweet smile.

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"Taxi!" Looking at her watch, Cheryl ran towards the public vehicle.

Brugh.... Cheryl's books are falling apart. He looked up, the cold scorn he found through the cynical gaze of a Storm.

"Trails don't just use your feet, they use your eyes." The sound of reprimand from the young man.

Carrying an unfriendly gaze, the Storm stood before Cheryl. One by one Cheryl picked up her books and then stood up straight again staring at the handsome face of her idol. "But just now Brother Storm hit me, didn't it?"

The storm smiled bitterly. "Do I have to apologize to you?" It sounds cold, but Cheryl likes to call me you.

Cheryl shakes. "No need, I'm not crazy sorry." His word.

"Taxi!" Cheryl turned to yelling at another taxi and stopped right in front of her body.

Cheryl pulled the door handle, then the Storm grabbed her arm until the girl turned her head for a moment. "You like me, don't you?"

What kind of question is this. Cheryl puts a wrinkle on her forehead. "You mean?"

"Usually, people who like men, will be willing to do anything, including succumbing to taxi services."

Cheryl clucked her tongue. "It's dark, it's gonna rain again. If we want to go together, aren't our apartments side by side?" Said.

The storm chuckled faintly. "So you expect me to sit in a car with you?"

"Nothing's okay, but I'm not gonna budge because I'm a girl, it's dark." Cheryl got into her cab, which upset Hurricane.

"Damn!" The young man circled the car, as soon as he entered the other door. True, Cheryl said, the day is getting dark, it might be difficult to get another taxi.

Cheryl smiled as the Storm sat by her side at a very close distance. "That's good, we're both." Her reprimand.

"You're lucky this time!” The storm mumbled softly. Arrogant and arrogant is the battle.

The storm folded his hands to the front of his chest. Cheryl opened her sling bag, grabbed her phone and fiddled with the flat device.

A text message crammed in, a number of worried questions from Ciko had Cheryl found.

Soon it will rain, all the media has reported extreme weather this afternoon. But Cheryl's sure she'll make it to the apartment before it rains.

"When did you start obsessing over me?" After a long time of silence Cheryl turned to the young man who interrupted the question.

"Do you know I like you?"

The storm chuckles. "Of course everyone knows! Every day you follow me wherever I go."

Cheryl has a little laugh. "But you never responded to me one bit. I guess, you don't know."

The storm turned cynical. "Aren't you supposed to call me Brother?"

Cheryl giggles. "All right, Brother." Cengengesan.

Turning straight ahead, the Storm pulled the tip of the lip. "No need, Brother sounds more strange." Her mistake.

"I guess, the call darling sounds more friendly." Cheryl was astonished to see the wry look of a Laksmana Storm.

"So you don't have a boyfriend because your whole life has only admired me, have you?" The storm sneered at Raka Rain's first granddaughter.

Cheryl nodded. "Maybe it is."

"Unfortunately you are not one of my ideal female ranks."

"I know." Cheryl dimmed her smile, then her eyes turned to look towards the window.

The rain began to fall thinly, his heart was getting warmer after word for word rejection was spoken from the cold mouth of Hurricane Admiral.

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...Notes. Unlike Queen's romantic comedy, this story is a bit of a vibrating goosebumps pulsating even tight as well and certainly different from before....