The After One Night
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Showing her puffy eyes, Cheryl was alone in the room, from this morning the non-virgin girl did not move. Thick blanket rolled up her tiny body.

His cell phone kept ringing, from chat, phone, to whatever notification it was, no one got a reply from him.

In the silent reverberation created in the pink room, Cheryl regretted her stupid feelings. Not the loss of virginity, but rather the sincere feelings that do not want to disappear from his heart.

Even today, Cheryl still can't hate a Hurricane Laksmana. Moreover, he blamed himself for being too naive.

From childhood he was always differentiated with his two twin brothers, doubtful, ostracized by the mother of his father, but now he proves that his one grandmother's trivial talk is true. Cheryl's feeling pretty useless right now. He doesn't even have a learning spirit.

Ting tong's... The number of times his bell rang. Cheryl knew Ciko must be very worried about her. But, not a little bit Cheryl wants to shuffle from her position.

"Sorry Cheryl, Kiko. You really, reaching for the Storm is not as easy as my shadow." Mumbled anyway.

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In the room of the Storm. The young man slammed his backpack in any direction before he also dropped his body on his padded sofa. He just got home from college.

Outside, Ciko screamed and called Cheryl's name, but there was no word from inside.

The storm snorted coldly. There's something strange about him after last night. This whole day the storm did not respond to chat from his lover. His thoughts always led to the girl he took her virginity on the basis of liking.

"I'm not wrong, he's a fool! I was just a man who wanted to serve him then, was he not happy to spend the night with me, then who was harmed? Of course there's none!" Mumbled.

The storm was still able to sleep soundly after a long time he smeared his sensual lips to express his own justification. And the night also waded with every breath of all the inhabitants of the mortal earth until the morning replaced the role.

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The afternoon came back. On a basketball court filled with handsome young men, Storms were present filling this gathering.

As always, as the core team of Storm and other teams multiply the training before the next big game to represent the campus.

Dressed in a blue and white basketball uniform, the Storm ran around uninspired, his jet eyes constantly glancing towards the empty stadium seats usually filled by Cheryl's beautiful figure.

It looks like Cheryl didn't come to see him today either, maybe she's still mad at him. And this is Cheryl's second day out of sight.

Brakkk... The storm failed to receive a ball throw from Sandy. The orange ball even came out of the field.

"Dad! Comeon, focus!" Fiktor the coach voiced his protest with their daily foreign language.

From the beginning of the training began, the storm could not follow this game. His focus is always off the ball which he should be able to control easily. How many times have the Storm failed to score a point.

"Lo why the hell?" Sandy rebuked the grim-faced handsome friend.

"Gue rest first." Not wanting to hear the direction of the coach, the Storm pulled over from the wide field.

Fiktor knew the storm wasn't okay. The game's fucked up this afternoon. Maybe by taking a short break their team will be better in the future.

While enjoying each other's cold drinks, all the teams sat on stadium seats to rest their sweaty bodies.

Someone opened the shirt, someone opened the shoes. Their breaths were equally unconditioned so jaded.

"Lo what's the problem, huh?" After sipping his drink, Sandy again asked the Storm, while the other team only listened because they did not know the language Sandy uttered.

"Nothing. I'm just less fit anymore." Shrill the Storm while lifting one of his legs onto the chair. His hands began to stretch his shoelaces. His athletic body had been soaked by his tired sweat.

"BTW, Cheryl where to? I didn't see his face today." In a foreign language, a friend named Endre asked what he really wanted to do.

"But it's a pity that the Storm ignores a girl as beautiful as Cheryl." David's voice as he laughed.

"The storm is too stupid!" Sandy said.

"Well, he's stupid. If I had been the Storm, I might have taken Cheryl for the night together." Everyone laughed crisply.

Right now, the Storm eased a sharp look at Endre. The young man's words made him go up.

"really. I'll take Cheryl to the nightclub, I'll give her a chiffon cocktail, so drunk we make her float." Timpal David cengenesan.

"The body, it's so sexy!" Luke swerved his hands together to form the sexy body of a Cheryl in the shadow of her curse.

"His slender waist was loh!" Ernest.

The storm is starting to dislike the direction of this conversation. She almost exploded hearing Cheryl's sexy body covered with dirty thoughts of her friends.

"What more sweet lips!"

The storm was throbbing, remembering that night he was the first to enjoy the softness of Cheryl's clove.

From the upper lip, the lower lip to the lowest again. Don't forget, the Storm also heard how Cheryl let out her sigh when she made the girl float.

Sandy chuckles. "Your thoughts are dirty, but for me personally, just holding his hand, it's peaceful. Just look at how her always smiling face is sweet. Seeing that alone, it seems like I can be happy." Said scowling.

"Ck tsk!" Endre interrupted with a crack of his lips. "But other male eye assessments. And I just wish I could touch her lips, it's done."

Brakkk.... The storm threw the basketball down and dropped all the cold drinks from his friends.

"You can be quiet!" The storm snapped while standing. His eyes were so sharp that he was filled with cursing anger, as he combed through the handsome face of his friend.

Everyone gasped no exception Fiktor who sat at the end of the field with his lover.

"You jealous?" David taps.

"You know I don't like any discussion of that stupid girl!" Serge Storm. "All of you. Brain trash!" He left the place after shouting.

"Dad!" Endre reprimanding.

"Easy." David chimed. "It looks like the storm is having some personal problems." Said.

Sandy ran in her best friend's footsteps. "Lo why the hell?" Her reprimand.

The storm turned cynical. "Don't interfere in my business this time!"

Sandy nodded. "Ok, no problem, but, what exactly is the reason you're angry? What's the problem today? Why is our team so bad?" Her lick.

The storm grabbed the collar of a shirt belonging to his best friend. "Mending on them Lo! Because it's not all my business, you should know!" His cynic.

Staring deeply at the storm's jet-black net, Sandy chuckled at a glance.

"Tell me, it's Team Lo who's a garbage-brained!" The storm left after saying those cold words.

Sandy just shook her eyes at the passing of the back of the sinking Hurricane field behind the stadium door.

...Huaaa, thank you guys who want to stop by, may you comment the spirit, so Pasha does not feel alone this writing... Sometimes your comments inspire me.....