The After One Night
[Mike and Misya]

Gustav still combed every side of the city of Great Britain. Gustavo didn't want to go home all night. He spent his wife's money, his life always on the streets, hoping to find his son before Dhyrga Miller and the rest of the family.

On the other side again. Sandy and her friends are already in a town close enough to Scotland. They leave the winter tournament only to find the whereabouts of his captain.

There aren't enough tracks left by Cheryl and the Storm. Their departure was almost smooth without any gaps.

We also switched to the comfortable residence of Dhyrga Miller. There are Krystal, Raka, Raja and Dhyrga who are still trying hard to find a bright spot in his way.

"How, are there any more clues?" Dhyrga looked at his sister-in-law's wishes.

One month Cheryl and Storm disappeared like swallowed by the earth. The king is still tracking Cheryl's whereabouts via CCTV as well as from the last few signals when Cheryl's phone is active.

Far away from the city at the moment. Cheryl and Storm instead went to London where they went to college, precisely to the opposite area.

"Could they be out of this country?" Timpal Dhyrga is back.

"It's very possible, but I don't think that far. If not to Scotland, maybe other safe areas." King Said.

"The lancaster? Manchester's? Or, ...?"

"We comb it randomly. Because from here, I can't find the exact point. Cheryl must have been very careful. He knew I'd track him through CCTV."

Dhyrga nodded slowly. "You're right. He was determined to leave the house. She didn't think about how her mom got hurt."

Krystal smile. "Sometimes love blinds everything. And so is the love of parents. Believe me, life experiences out there, will help them mature. Don't worry too much." His word.

Raka grunted softly. "Are we free, Laura and Gustav will accept Cheryl as his son-in-law?"

"Even if it is true. I'm the one who doesn't want to, Cheryl has a demon in-law like Daddy." Dhyrga.

"Then? What's the end of their story?"

"Of course they should split up! I'm sure out there, there are still plenty of men willing to accept Cheryl with sincere love." Dhyrga.

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In another corner of town. Cheryl's half wet curls. With a midi dress she blends black sponge sandals.

Today Cheryl makes cheese sandwiches, thin omelet, vegetables, and super-thin slices of beef. Breakfast is pretty special because it's the first day Hurricane comes to work.

Mike and Misya are pseudonyms that they choose for their everyday calls.

The owner of the rented house told him about the job vacancy at a hotel bar and yesterday Hurricane proposed to him. With the appearance of attracting female HRD, Storm Admiral was accepted without much testing.

It's Cheryl's second month pregnant, the doctor says she's healthy. Luckily their money is still enough to take care of the needs of the baby in the stomach, from pregnant milk, check up to the doctor and so forth.

Some of Cheryl's jewelry has been sold for everyday supplies. There is a diamond ring left from Savira that may be useful during childbirth.

"Boyle's Morning." Cheryl placed the plate containing her husband's sandwich on the dinner table.

Storms coming out of small rooms. His steps towards his wife's body. "Why just one sandwich? Which baby?"

"Cheryl breakfast milk earlier. Besides, no one can go in again this morning, Cheryl's sick." The little lady sat on her chair.

The storm sat. His hand rubbed Cheryl's slightly poking stomach. "Did my pregnant son torture you?"

"Not really. As long as there's you." Cheryl smiling. And that's where the power of the Storm comes from.

"My wife is too sweet." Soft kiss Storm hits Cheryl's smooth cheeks.

"Beware Brother yes, working in crowded places such as hotels and bars may be able to meet with Papa's relationship." Cheryl took her husband's sandwich and shoved it.

"Just calm. I'm alert, honey." The storm devoured his food while looking at his wife's pretty face.

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Seconds by seconds passed. The earth rotated and the day changed its name. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and so on.

Friendly weather. Tonight Cheryl came to her husband's workplace.

That afternoon the son of his landlord Alice took him outside, and Cheryl gladly accepted. Alice also came here with her lover.

The sparkling light of the bar is now dancing on Cheryl's retina. The perfume that made her nauseous tried to avoid Cheryl. Cheryl's pregnant belly is getting fuller. He wears a pink dress, flip-flops, and a long coat.

Cheryl still looks very elegant. No one thought that the beautiful woman was the wife of one of the regular servants in this bar and hotel.

"Maike." One man in a tight black shirt called out. He's Trap a Storm co-worker. Their uniform is just a shirt around his arm.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Your wife is coming Mike."

Cheryl smiled as the Storm turned her head swiftly towards him. "Hey." She showed food to her husband.

"Dear." The storm approached his wife. Coincidentally two hours ahead of his break time. The job of the Storm here is to make a drink like a bartender and then go home if it's eight hours of work.

"So alone?" The storm pulled his wife into a special room of employees.

"No. Cheryl the same Alice. Coincidentally Alice also wants to come here as a guy. So Cheryl's in the car." Cheryl sat on the sofa of the staff, and then the Storm followed by her side.

"Cheryl makes fried rice for sister's dinner before she gets home."

"Baby's nauseous smelling spices, but still bothered to cook fried rice?" Rutuk Storm.

Cheryl chuckles small. "It's okay. Cheryl likes to fuck around." She opened her husband's lunch box. It's a simple thing that makes them very happy.

"Why wear a short skirt like this?" Seeing his wife's smooth thigh, the Storm was more focused in that direction. The storm was made envious of young couples who made out shamelessly.

"Where's stomach? Today our baby is troubling you?" Storm's hands rubbed Cheryl's most sensitive body parts. Sometimes looking back to observe the situation around.

"We'll eat first, right?" Fresh Cheryl.

"Maybe this was it, right? We've just had dinner together." The storm scowled while squeezing his wife's chewy fruit. "Can you?" The Storm's Reset.

Even though it was every day, the Storm as if I didn't get it. Maybe they can do it at home, but believe me adrenaline is more encouraged when doing that activity in a place like this.

"Can." Cheryl opened her thighs, trying to give her husband the easiest access.

"Take off his coat." The storm had Cheryl take off her coat to cover her wife's smooth thighs.

The storm jemari again began a utak-atik ritual. "Don't yell or they'll fire your husband." His whisper.

"How can you not scream?" The storm chuckles at his wife's protest. "Slow down, whispers can."

Cheryl's breath is now on. The storm always left him asphyxiated wherever it was.

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Meanwhile, in a luxurious room that was still part of the bar where the Storm worked, one sexy-clothed woman stared at the man in the suit.

"I want this man to serve me directly." The woman showed the photo to the manager of the hotel bar.

"The next two hours Mike's still resting. But later after that, I'll make sure Mike himself will serve you even accompany you overnight."

"good. Now leave. I'm waiting for Mike to come here." Said the woman. Then the man went outside.