The After One Night
[Recommissioned]

📨 "Sorry Brother Cheryl." Cheryl sent a text message to her husband, and across the street the status of Storm was typing.

Long Cheryl had been waiting for a reply to the Storm, until the next two hours did not come.

Cheryl made a phone call to her husband but then she found the voice of the operator saying 'the number you are going to is off'.

This is a risk Cheryl has to take. The angry storm did not matter, as long as the tribulation of Hurricane Admiral ended, he was willing.

"Where are Daddy's grandchildren?" Dhyrga continued to hug her daughter, giving a longing kiss.

Cheryl smiling. "Last time in check. He's healthy, his heart rate's good, and his development's good." His word.

"The storm treated you so well?" Dhyrga asked seriously, thank goodness her daughter-in-law did not make the slightest blister on her daughter's smooth skin. Cheryl's still well-groomed, like when she ran away from home.

"Yes." Yeah." Cheryl nodded proudly while smiling. "The storm is even more attentive than Daddy who is too busy with office affairs. My storm's as busy as it is, he's always taking his time for Cheryl."

"Baby was happy with her?" Dhyrga. Apparently, the Storm is still superior in Cheryl's eyes than her who was a child to meet the needs of her daughter. That's a normal attitude from a father.

"Very." Cheryl nodded. "But Cheryl was convinced Cheryl's decision was right. Because at any time, men like the Storm will never accept your help Daddy. And the only way to rid him of this misery is, let him go back with his parents." Her speech.

"And well, the highest level of loving is, willingly. Not many realize that letting go is also the embodiment of loving." The king chimed in with a smile.

Dhyrga. "My daughter is big-spirited. May your storm be successful with its achievements. And pick you back up."

"Aamiin's."

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The storm arrives at Gustav's second home purchased from Savira Li's company's money. Which mother's eyes did not melt, seeing her handsome son become thin and numerous scratches on his skin.

Savira kissed all the grooves of the listless face of Hurricane Admiral. He was grateful that his son was back in the end. "Where can you go without a lot of savings? You must be having trouble out there."

"Storms aren't kids anymore, Ma." The young man broke his mother's embrace and then wandered away, climbing the stairs.

Savira knows how her son feels. The boy must have felt betrayed after Cheryl who fought back to her parents.

Whatever it is, Savira Li is happy. Let the storm continue its education. Achieve success according to the appropriate. Become the Storm Admiral the heir, not Mike who is just a waiter, errand boy and collect dime.

Savira turns to Sandy, Luke, David, Endre and Ernest. "Thank you for bringing home my storm, son."

"Tante together." Sandy represents another friend who can only grin.

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Arriving upstairs, Gustav greeted his son with a smile of happiness. "How is my strong son?" Ask.

The storm did not answer. He tried to wander without another word from Gustav.

"See Storm. You see for yourself now, don't you? Which woman wants to live with you hard? From here we know, that all this time, your cheap wife's love just looked at your legacy." Gustav manipulates his son.

The storm also did not respond to Gustav's words this time. He then proceeded to enter his room without making a single statement.

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Speaking of time, it is so cruel, time does not want to go slow even if only for a moment.

Five months have now passed, Storm Admiral is again living the days like the heir son. College, playing basketball, exams, holidays, and more like before having a wife.

This morning the Storm was already handsome with white t-shirts, sneaker shoes, jeans, black pants, and hair with a masculine order.

From the rungs of the steps the Storm swung towards the dining table. He sat down by Savira's side and they were just the two of them.

"Boyle's Morning." Savira said, then thrusting a sandwich on the plate of the Storm. A glass of milk was given as a complement to his son's breakfast.

"Morning." Like before coming into contact with Cheryl, Storm returned to being a cold young man.

"Papa to Indonesia, take care of our company. There are a lot of our new products on the market." Savira started to open a small talk.

"Good." The storm then ate his bread. The storm is now more efficient to talk, more focused on learning, and trying to master economics that he did not want to dive into.

"Cheryl gave birth to you." Savira tells her son.

The storm wiped a speck of tomato sauce at the end of his lips. "Yes?"

Savira nodded. "With Papa not around, you try to look at Cheryl gih. Mama listen, Cheryl gave birth to a boy. We go there yuk. Must be a handsome like you."

"Mama alone." After a long period of silence, the storm again interrupted.

Savira grunts. "What are you, Bai? She's your wife. The one born is your son, my grandson."

The storm smiled bitterly. "He had the perfect family. Storms are no longer necessary in life. Forcing Cheryl to stay together, it's been hundreds of times Storms have tried. Even whining, asking for her trust, but she prefers to live comfortably with her parents, what can a Storm be?" His word.

"Try to get rid of your stubbornness. Mama agrees with Cheryl's decision to go home to her parents, and you don't have to bother working, do you have a long future?"

"Mama please go to Mama's daughter-in-law and granddaughter, because Mama-in-law is good. But the storm wasn't a good husband. The storm doesn't take care of the wife. The storm believes Cheryl no longer needs men like me." The storm gulped down his milk and then left the place.

In between his steps, his old phone rang at a glance. Incoming text message tone is heard. And this phone is a special phone that he only activates when he becomes Mike.

📩 "Baby we're born, Pi." The text message came from Cheryl's number and it's for the last time. Thousands of text messages on it only he opened and read, but he never replied.

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In another shelter. Cheryl stared at the screen of her old phone. Thousands of messages that she sent to her husband never got an answer even if only one letter or just misdelivered.

The storm completely ignored him after he chose to go home to his parents.

"So the storm doesn't bale anymore?" Ciko asked softly, answered by Cheryl's nod of the head.

Cheryl's condition is still weak on the patient's bed, only last night she gave birth, thank God the baby is healthy and very similar to her husband.

"Keep, what's the end of this story? You're married, you even have a handsome baby, but she doesn't care about you?" Ciko again.

Cheryl smiled a little. "It's a risk I'm Ciko. When I stepped out of the house without his permission, I knew this would happen. This is the reply I must have received after betraying his efforts. And I was willing to sacrifice to end his misery. Loving is not about having, hanging out and touching, because sometimes letting go is also necessary." Lirih.

There was a deep longing that Ciko caught from the overflow of glass in the eyes of her best friend.

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