The After One Night
[Pregnant?]

Cheryl took her books away after the Storm approached anxiously. "Baby."

Sandy is silent about doing nothing, the young man deliberately lets his two best friends solve their heart problems. In the end, Sandy will marry Cheryl three days later.

"You sick?" The storm followed Cheryl's footsteps, which kept her pointy nose covered with books.

"Go and leave me alone!"

Undaunted, the Storm continued to grab her girl's smooth hand. "We still need to talk about our problems, right? You know, how hard it was to get out of Papa's house, even to the point of lying to her."

"There's no need to be ungodly just to get close to me!" Cheryl sped up her steps to get out of the library.

The storm chuckled faintly. "So this is Cheryl Arsya's real character? After one night with me, you're looking for another young man to marry?"

Sontak Cheryl turned to the ugly young man. "It's not like you're the victim of the storm! Here you are the one who hurt me! You said it yourself, one night with me, just for fun, did you forget?"

"That's the shape of the effort I've made the number of times I've stayed away from you. And I never managed to do that. From seven years ago I always failed to get Cheryl Arsya's name out of my life."

Cheryl laughs cynically. "Who would believe you? You even kept mocking me with your rejections. The rest of my stupidity is over, Bai. I want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn't have a toxic story like you." Ticus.

"Dear." The girl left the place, unconcerned by the Storm Admiral's call. "Cheryl Arsya."

Brakkk... Not getting a good answer from her girl, Storm smashed a small flower pot that was innocent by the side of the corridor.

"Argh! Damnit damnit! Goddamn bum! Loser you Storm! You can't even persuade him. Be prepared to witness a happy marriage between your lover and your best friend!" What he was pointing at himself.

Kriii....

His cell phone rings. The storm soon grabbed the flat gadget out of his black jeans pocket. A contact says Mama called.

"Hm." The storm never ignored a phone call from her mother.

📞 "Don't be late coming home huh, honey. Tonight Helena wants to come home and meet you. You promised Papa you'd accept the girl of his choice, didn't you?"

"Hm." The storm made a sound, though it would never truly obey the will of its parents.

📞 "Alright, Mama close first. Mama wants to cook for her welcome, you be careful, well, put on your jacket."

"Hm." Storm's nodding.

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Tonight Cheryl sits pensively on a rattan hanging swing. A large teddy bear and a thick blanket of fur warmed his body. It was still around the Storm that kept dancing in his mind.

Cheryl is not alone, on the sides of the place that has heating facilities there are many families, including her mother and father.

"Ekm Ekm." The handsome young man named Rega son Rain scoffed as he came to his cousin's hanging swing. "Sister, Ecm Ekm."

"Hm." Cheryl Hapal is right, the behavior of her cousin's reve often disturbing the calmness of her daydream. "What's wrong?"

The young man crouched down looking at Cheryl who was still swaying slowly on the swing. "May Rega give me a present for Cheryl's fierce friend?" Ask.

"Missy?" Cheryl made sure and Rega nodded while grinning. "What gift?"

"Perfume." Rega took out a glass box bottle from behind his back.

"gig!" Cheryl again burst out, as a stinging scent pierced her sense of smell.

Rega backed off by itself. "Loh, Brother why? How nauseous is that?"

"It doesn't smell good Rega! Keep that perfume away from Cheryl!"

"It's a limited edition perfume, bad timing anyway? It's expensive." Resilient Rega.

"But the smell makes you nauseous, throw away! Ughhhh!" Cheryl couldn't stand the smell as if shaking her stomach.

"Chery." Queen frowning. There's been something strange about her daughter lately.

"gig!" Cheryl ran to her room. No matter to Rega who was expecting help from him, this nausea was torturous.

"So how is the perfume? Ck!" Rega clucked, welding.

"Lo can't really find a girl who is classy. Ciko Time? He's Mbak Mbak who is much the same age Lo." Axel reprimanding.

"What brother's susan? Likes Rega want to like the granny cake, mother cake, than Lo, not normal, until now Lo never fancied the same girl." Rega scowled and returned to his private room.

Axel just shook his head lightly.

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Queen comes to Cheryl's room, and her daughter is now under a thick pink blanket.

"Why you, honey? Sick? Your body is hot gini loh." Queen asked after checking her daughter's body temperature.

Cheryl nodded. "Maybe it's cold weather. Cheryl has a little fever." Said.

"You sure it's just a fever?" Queen seemed to imply something.

"Mami mean?"

"When you were pregnant, Mami hated the same thing as fragrances." Queen tries to be a mother and friend to her daughter.

Departing from experience. He was also once in the position of his daughter, he understood how young passion would more easily trap teenagers into the abyss of disdain.

"Then?" Cheryl frowned, staring at the wonder of her peaceful Mommy face.

"The last time Mami observes, you often get nauseous when you smell your sisters' perfume."

"Mommy's suspicious of Cheryl?" The girl got up from her bed. His back is resting on the head of the bed.

"Mommy just wants to make sure that Cheryl and Sandy's relationship doesn't get that far." Said Queen.

Cheryl was silent for a long time, and then she remembered something. "Of course not, Brother Sand is a good young man, he's polite Mam."

Queen smile. "Thank God. Hopefully Sandy, like Daddy, can always be there for Cheryl, under any circumstances." Her speech.

"Aamiin's."

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Shortly after Queen came out of her room, Cheryl began to think again. He recalled how the tragedy of the night happened.

His wet hair was spoiled by the gentle hand caress of Storm. With a Storm hair dryer it helps dry out its blond curl mane.

After quite a long time playing with the bathtub, both came out already complete with each towel.

Cheryl sat down grinning on the soft bed, observing the peaceful face of the Storm as it sprayed the hot breeze from the black hairdryer.

"Cheryl just found out, you can be this warm to me." Cheryl fingered the Storm's plain chest. Comfortable, quiet when touching.

The storm shifted the gaze from Cheryl's hair to the girl's pretty face. And he felt half his world had been taken away.

"But I'm not as good as you expect, you'll hate me so much after tonight." Storm Speech.

Cheryl giggles funny. "It was just your cold talk. Cheryl knew it didn't really happen, because hating you I tried repeatedly and always failed." Her speech.

The storm touched with sincerity Cheryl Arsya said. Again he cut their distance. And back gently clenched Cheryl's chewy lips.

"Ah." Cheryl's breasts are squeezed, she is pushed when the Storm hides her body without a plan. This activity is so opiate, curiosity also enjoy making love want to continue them to enjoy all night.

...Connect in the next part yaa, thanks for the support all 🙈...