The After One Night
[Guys I]

^^^Jakarta, Indonesia.^^^

The 49-year-old is named Dhyrga Miller. The CEO of the Millers-Corpora group is enjoying a cup of coffee with his business relationship.

Armand Cavalera is the name of one of the most famous textile company owners in the country. The 45-year-old is the father of Agastya Sandy Cavalera.

Dhyrga and Armand are now engrossed in talking about the continuation of the relationship between their proud daughter's sons, Sandy and Cheryl.

Precisely next month, Dhyrga Miller invited the Armand family to come and unite their two beautiful children.

"Sandy is single, right?" Dhyrga again ensured the status of his relative son.

Armand chuckles. "Jomblo, how not? Sandy's been waiting for Cheryl's response." Reveal it.

"Yes?" Dhyrga. He recalled how he had been loyal to only one woman during his life, the beloved mother of Cheryl Arsya named Queen Kirana Rain.

"The plan is for two weeks to come to London. Somehow it's there, Cheryl often makes me uncomfortable sleeping these late." Add the sad Dhyrga.

"That's an old man. Don't you be the father of a girl, I've often caught up with my son's company." Connect Armand.

"Armandic. If they agree, I want to get them married as soon as possible. Be honest. I'm afraid something's happening beyond our parents' expectations." Dhyrga Cetus.

Armand chuckles. "I'm getting ready. As Cheryl agreed, Sandy would be willing to get married at a young age. For financial matters, don't worry about it. As long as Sandy's not working, Cheryl's gonna be my dependant." Her speech.

Dhyrga. "That's not my concern, Armand. Understand, parents' fear of a pretty girl like Cheryl isn't just that. There are still many things I fear about his future."

"I know." Armand smiled. With a light talk, the two continued the conversation around a planned matchmaking.

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^^^London England.^^^

Handsome storm with his blue white sports shirt. By 20:00 he had reached the basketball court where he used to practice physics.

Being an athlete outside of college hours does require dedication and considerable time sacrifice. The storm loves sports especially playing basketball.

There have been many achievements that he achieved over the past ten years just for the field of sports that alone. Indeed, the Storm is not so master the social science majors that his parents determine.

Endre, Lukas, David, Fiktor and others were already in the middle of the field. The storm approached with excited steps.

One week or so, the storm couldn't find Cheryl. The last time they met was when the two engaged the residence inside the same elevator. Even Eveline was still at his side.

Although secretly his hand touched the thin-thin tiny fingers of Cheryl. But the girl immediately moved away and continued to stay away.

Really, Cheryl's sick confession the morning after from the nightclub was enough to occupy her mind lately.

"Gather-gather!" Echoing, Fiktor made a loud voice. The storm was busy walking in all directions. There was one person he should have met but not yet seen in his retina.

"Where is sandy?" The storm turned to David who was busy stretching his muscles.

"Today he's permission." Luke then replied.

Storm frowns. "Why?"

"You don't know? Today Sandy will propose to Cheryl directly." David Timpal.

"What?" Bag heard the lightning in broad daylight leaping, the Storm swerving full. "Applying?"

"You really don't know?" Luke sharpened his gaze. Isn't Sandy his closest friend?

Bringas, Storm grabs the collar of the shirt that coils around Luke's neck. "Where? Now where did they meet? Did they involve the parents?" Her lick.

Lukas shook his head. "No, not yet, I don't think so. Their parents will be coming in about two weeks from now." Evidently.

"So where's Sandy now?" The storm hits Luke and David.

"You, why Bai?" Fiktor reprimanding.

"Tell me where are they?" Storms screaming. David and Luke actually look confused by the facial expressions of his best friend, this letter is too strange to recall how the Storm ignored Cheryl all this time. "Say Luke!" Impact again.

"Romance Empire!"

"I have to go!" The storm ran to the edge of the field, grabbing his sling bag before continuing his run out of the stadium.

"Storm!" Fiktor shouted at his team captain.

"I'm clearance!" While running, the Storm shouted back. Everyone just shook their head lightly.

Arriving outside the campus, a taxi he stopped and then boarded it. "Romance Empire!" Ticus.

Hope you're worried, the storm's sitting in that car. His eye bead kept glancing at the round glass of the watch circling his wrist.

"You're Cheryl Arsya's. Only mine." Mumbled wailing. "Can you please go faster, sir?" He patted the driver's shoulder agitated.

"Good." The driver nodded, then increased the speed of the car.

Luckily there is no traffic jam like our beloved Jakarta, hope Storm tonight is soon up and ruin Sandy's application event for her girl.

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A few hours later. A romantic restaurant floating on the River Thames.

Sandy commented on the sweet smile while sitting face to face with the beautiful girl of her parents' choice. The weather's pretty sunny, it looks like tonight's not gonna rain.

He looks good in his casual suit. Blue jeans, tight white shirts, as well as long small chain necklaces that add to the masculine impression.

Cheryl wore pink shorts combined with a plain white big size blouse.

His boots match the color of his pants. Her blonde hair is straightened. And unable to be pushed aside, Cheryl is so charming tonight.

"Ekm Ekm." Sandy chuckled after a small thump. I don't know, like always, Sandy's nervous tonight.

A week ago, he planned this event, and Cheryl agreed to come to this romantic place.

"Gue, uh I, ..."

Cheryl giggles amusedly. "What the hell? Why is Sand so nervous? So, why the hell?"

"Gue doesn't normally call Lo by your name." Sandy chuckles.

"Yes, I'm usually better." Cheryl.

Sandy smiled, grabbing the girl's smooth fingers. "But we want to be husband and wife, right?"

"Huh?" Although it sounds familiar matchmaking plans between them, but Cheryl is surprised if Sandy agrees with their mother's father's proposal.

"You must have heard our matchmaking gossip, right?" Sandy confirmed.

"Hardener." Nod Cheryl.

"Lo agrees?"

Cheryl dimmed her smile. "I don't think Cheryl would have bounced to say she agreed." Sickly flow.

"Why?"

"Because Cheryl's got I'm Sand!" A voice that makes Sandy and Cheryl turn at the same time. On the side of the table, Storm stood upright in his basketball uniform.

"What's going on here?" Sandy stood up immediately. And the Storm pushes the body of his best friend's field with a punching grip.

"Storm!" Cheryl closed her wide open mouth in surprise. How does the storm know this place?

"Cheryl's got I'm Sand!" Cetus Storm.

Sandy chuckled sneering. "Since when did you realize there was Cheryl Hum?"

The storm smiled bitterly. "Kalo Lo asked since when I realized there was him in my days. Just so you know. Long before I slept with him!"

"Storm!" Cheryl yelling. It was never expected that the storm would tell the dark incident to others.

"Sleep?" Sandy frowning. So this is what makes Cheryl hesitant to answer her proposal?

The storm chuckled faintly. "He was once the same as Me Sand! Cheryl I've slept with! Cheryl has me! I'm the former."

"Storm!" Again and again Cheryl did not expect the statement of the handsome young man. "You bastard Bai! Hicks." Cheryl ran away after listening to her sobs.

"Ryl!" Sandy tries to catch up with her future fiance, even before the Storm prevents her movement. "Lo still want to be with my old girl?"

Sandy's jaw is hardened. The words of the Storm really never once sounded comfortable in his ears. "That bastard Lo Bai!"

Bugh.... One hit landed perfectly between the lips and nose of Hurricane Admiral.

The young man giggled. "It sounds silly indeed, but it turns out I love her Sand. And that one night, I made sure it would be the beginning of my relationship with him!" Cetusya.

"Rancid ass, psychopath! Crazy one! Less sane!" Sandy yells.

...Okay patient well, will be up again really......