The After One Night
[Sweet memories]

Cheryl ran, until on the river bank the girl stopped her steps, her shortness of breath, only sobs were heard continuously, she was no longer able to parse words.

"Ryl's." The peaceful voice that sounded from behind made him want to drop his head on the chest of the handsome young man's field.

Sandy warmly embraced Cheryl's body, occasionally inhaling the fresh scent of the girl's long mane. "Why don't you ever want to tell a story this big? You must have been depressed all this time, right?" Sluggishly.

"Cheryl is devastated, Cheryl is ashamed, Cheryl has not been able to seek protection with anyone." Cheryl sobbing.

"Sst." Sandy hissing. "Now we go home. We'll talk at home again." Bring along.

Cheryl shakes. "Cheryl doesn't want to see the Storm again, Cheryl wants to go home to Sister Sand." Her request.

"Yes." Yeah." It doesn't matter to Sandy, she doesn't live alone. In her father's house, Sandy lives with many servants and guards.

A car park they headed to together, Sandy opened the door of her four-wheeled vehicle and Cheryl entered carefully.

Gegas Sandy entered the door of the steering wheel to then bring his car passed from the place. No talks after that. Cheryl and Sandy are silent with their own inner struggles.

Cheryl understood, The storm is nothing more than a loser. There is no sincere and serious love that the Storm has. The proof until this moment the young man did not want to pursue him.

Cheryl believes, the arrival of the Storm just now is not because of love but just to damage her mood. The storm was too bad to be a couple. And Sandy's too good to turn down.

From a small storm always makes it destroyed with small rejections such as throwing all the gifts into the garbage can. And stupidly he never tired to chase after him.

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In another place and time. The storm has reached a modern British classic house. Gustav came down and the storm came down with his hands still in handcuffs.

"Storm, Son." A woman named Savira ran in tears when she saw her handsome son being treated like a prisoner.

"Give me the key!" Savira shouted, then snatched the handcuff key that the burly man thrust out.

"How can you treat my son like this!" Crying sobbing Savira opens the handcuffs that ensnare her son's two hands.

Gustav raised one eyebrow. "Tell your son according to me! And don't let him get out of this house, before realizing his mistake!" The cold went away from that place.

"Ma." The storm hugged her mother tightly to get a word of calm.

Gustav's screams made his wife and son immediately enter into his luxurious residence. The private homes that Gustav had in the country were quite expensive.

Savira escorted her son into a room located on the second floor. A padded bed with old ash bed sheets became his second seat.

"What else are you doing Bai? Why did Papa do this to you?" Savira stroked softly the Storm's cheek.

He started a casual conversation with his only son. Savira gave birth three times but the Storm was the only one left to grow up and become a handsome young man.

"Is loving a girl a mistake?" The Storm's view did not want to switch from the marble floor he stood on.

Savira smiles. "Of course not at all. Who is that girl? Eveline?" Ask.

Storm shakes. "Not her, but Cheryl." He looked at the peaceful face of his mother who then dimmed his smile. "People dear Cheryl. Even want to have it, is that a form of error?"

"Cheryl, the girl who chased you from Junior High, right?" Savira made sure and was answered with a nod of her son's head.

"Feelings, love, especially want to have someone is not wrong darling. But Cheryl Queen's daughter, Raka Rain's granddaughter, you know your Papa's history?"

"It has nothing to do with it. But still, having a family relationship with the person who once made your Papa's life miserable is that possible?"

"Consider that Cheryl is from Harlan Miller, not Raka Rain, and then the problem is solved. No one else needs to be hurt." Resist Storm.

Savira shook her head despite not saying anything. He was confused what else to say if he had dealt with Gustav's main enemy.

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Shortly after Savira came out of her room, Storm rose from her seat, then entered into a special closet room.

There was a nightstand that he purposely locked with a private code. It was here that the Storm kept all Cheryl's gifts for the rest of her life.

Hundreds of knick-knacks from Cheryl, he deliberately stored in this drawer. There may be hundreds more left in Indonesia. This was only a small part of Cheryl's gift she brought to England.

One crystal ball contains a sakura tree, Storm take. The sweet memory of Cheryl running around the school corridor just to give it to her is now ringing.

At that time the Storm stood on the side of the pole while reading his favorite online comics. The storm was still very sweet with gray white clothes.

"Bai, make Lo." Dias names the young man who used to be Cheryl's loyal courier.

"From?"

"Who else? Yeah, from that cute class grandpa." Dias pointed towards Cheryl who was hiding behind the corridor dividing pillar.

The storm glanced at Cheryl. Cheryl's teeth look so sweet. But the Storm always remembers his father's message.

"Grandfather he made Papa a kara, Grandpa he imprisoned your Grandma Laura for the rest of his life. And the grandfather he made Papa had to eat the rest of the rice on the side of the road! Listen to the Storm, whatever the girl gives you, throw it away, throw it, and remember, never take it! For you, smiling at him is haram."

"What the hell, it doesn't matter!" The storm dumped Cheryl's gift box into the trash can right in front of the girl's eyes.

Until this moment the Storm still remembers how Cheryl was wandering away after seeing her rejection.

Then, the Storm took the box back from the trash can. And every time he threw away Cheryl's gift, he kept it.

"I'm sure Sandy can make you happy, but I'm more sure you'll be happier with me." Mumbled.

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Two days after staying at Sandy's house, Cheryl had just returned to her apartment. Two days stay together, they just do not reprimand each other.

In Sandy's guest room, Cheryl continues to be engrossed in her daydreams. Until finally Sandy took the initiative to drive Cheryl home to the apartment. Maybe that's the mood Cheryl still misses.

Cheryl and Sandy take the elevator to reach the eighth floor. Without a word both of them came out of that vertical transport.

"Even." In front of the door of the Hurricane's apartment. Eveline sat leaning back in a condition that was not okay.

"Sister." Cheryl and Sandy speed up to approach the Storm girl.

"What's going on here, huh?" Sandy crouched down, and so did Cheryl. "The storm must have upset Lo, right?" The accusation.

Eveline looked slowly. "The storm hasn't come home since two days ago. Until now his HP also can not I connect. I think he's deadlocked I'm Sand." Sluggishly.