The After One Night
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The storm covered than had to watch his wife's friendly ade-gan with another man. At least until Cheryl's memory recovers she must be willing to stay away. The storm believes Sandy will never betray her.

On the garden couch there, Raka, Raja, and Dhyrga await his arrival. The storm stopped its steps right in front of her in-laws.

"The Daddy." Said the Storm and then gave a solemn submission.

"Let's sit together." Dhyrga invited his daughter-in-law well, they sat in a circle on a white sofa with leaf creeping, the breeze felt.

"Why do you want to kidnap Eza?" Raka started a live chat at the core of the conversation.

"You know?" Storm frowns. His eyes combed the three faces of his wife's guardian.

King nodded. "of course. You don't think we're tightening Eza's surveillance?" His word.

"But Eza's chauffeur and nanny got Papa's men locked up, why can you let that happen?" Tukas Storm.

"Our people are many. Not just them." Dhyrga. If one is held captive dozens of people take turns protecting and sharing other tasks.

Storm chuckles. "So in other words, I'm not needed?" Ticus.

Raka shakes. "Isn't that so, please don't always think negatively of us?" The man no longer said ketus, his age was dusk.

"The reality is like that. You're good enough to look after my wife and children, while I can only make wounds in their hearts." Lirih Storm.

"Then what's your plan?" The king then chimed.

"You sure you want to imprison your own Papa?" Connect Raka. Dhyrga just silently observed the silent look of his son-in-law.

Of his people, of course Dhyrga can also know that the accident that hit Cheryl Arsya, came from Gustav. And this is the reason why they are calling for the Storm to negotiate.

"Gustav want you to go to jail? He's your own father." The king repeated Raka's question.

"To protect my wife's child, why not? Am I not worthy of doing the thing I've been ignoring for the past seven years?" Resolute Storm.

Dhyrga chuckled small. "So far Cheryl hasn't remembered you."

That voice sounded disdainful to Hurricane Admiral. "We'll see for the next month. If it's hard for him to remember me, I'll follow you." Reveal it.

"Don't want us a storm." Dhyrga recited his son-in-law's words. Why is it as if the Storm assumed that a breakup would be a happy move for his family.

The storm lay faint. "But the direction of this conversation, it's been there, Daddy."

"You never even wanted to see her, is it that easy for Cheryl to remember you?" Keep Raka back.

The storm lowered his face. Now the mood has switched. "I'm not afraid of any situation. Tired, failed, sick, tormented, poor, even if I was banished from my family though, I'm not afraid."

He then published a smile for himself. "Only one that I fear and have not been able to deal with until now. The time when Cheryl remembers asking for divorce from me and repeating the word back." Sluggishly.

"Storm." Dhyrga.

Storm's up. "I have to go. Thank you for letting me go back and forth to this house just looking at my wife's child." Pamphitt.

"Be careful." After a long silence, Dhyrga allowed.

The storm smiled flatly and then stepped away from the place by wiping the small circle from its neutral angle. That fact made him too melancholy. Tears that rarely come out, lately often seep.

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This morning Cheryl woke up after the scent of the flowers pierced her sense of smell. Every day, the flowers are the reason Cheryl opens her eyes.

Cheryl smiled sweetly. "Sister Sandy always goes after giving these flowers. She's so romantic." Mumbled.

"Mommy." Eza climbed onto his bed, with a shocking voice. The boy was already neat in casual clothes.

Cheryl giggles. "Eza, Mami's shocked, honey."

Ezra. "Sorry."

Cheryl's brief kiss landed on her son's smooth forehead. "Today Eza wants to go with Papi Hurricanes, right?"

"of course. Go." One more time Cheryl kissed Ezra's forehead.

"Thank you, Mama." Ezra got out of bed, he ran enthusiastically because today the Storm took him camping.

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Tonight the storm brought his son to dinner outside. And they just arrived after stopping by to buy some toys.

From time to time Ezra gets used to it even though he still can't give the Storm of love as fully as he did to his mother.

It's okay, as much as possible the storm fixed their relationship. If he does not get his wife, at least his son does not hate him.

The storm came down from the car with the sleeping boy inside the house.

"Eza sleeping Bai?" Krystal reprimanded with a welcoming smile.

The storm nodded in between smiles. "Hmm, Grandma."

"Take it upstairs." Krystal.

According to the storm, he climbed the stairs and then headed to the room of his wife and child. Usually at this hour, Cheryl has fallen asleep after taking the medicine.

The Storm stole his wife's cheeks and lips before she came out of the room. Recalling that, the Storm smiled excitedly.

"Open the door." Arriving upstairs, the Storm spoke to one waiter. And immediately implemented.

Until the room opened the storm did not see any occupants. The storm then put his son on a monochrome abstract super king bed.

Cheryl's giggling voice suddenly sounded from the other room. With the stormy steps towards a room decorated with nightstands and glass cabinets.

"What color does this lingerie fit?" Cheryl turned her body, looking at the reflection of a sexy figure from her large mirror.

"Dear." Storms round the eyes, saliva instantly down the throat. Inside, Cheryl is dressed in thin, black color that adheres perfectly to her sexy body.

The storm has not seen this beautiful sight. Without realizing it her lips lifted up sweetly. "Sexy." Sluggishly.

"What is the Madam wearing like this for?" The servants threw confused gazes at each other.

How not to be surprised? Cheryl still lost her memory, it was Sandy who accompanied the beautiful woman every day even before the divorce occurred.

Then, suddenly Cheryl dressed as deliberately invited her husband to spend a hot night together.

"Sister Sandy won't sleep with me. I became suspicious. Is it possible, I no longer look seductive?"

"But the lady is in the process of treatment. Just wait until Madam is fully healed. Rest assured, Madam must know the reason why Den Sandy won't sleep with Madam."

Cheryl frowns. "You guys why the hell? I've been cured. I can touch my husband."

Fuck Cheryl's thin outfit. The storm again covered the smooth. Too crowded if he continues to be there and hears Cheryl's words even longer.

He has done a lot of effort, one of them by giving a bouquet of flowers, chocolate boxes, beautiful dresses, and small gifts every day, hoping Cheryl remembers it with codes on each greeting card.

The storm heaved a heavy sigh while fixing his son's thick blanket, then proceeded to step out with an injured heart.

The glasses began to be seen in both his jet eyes. "Please don't cry."

Downstairs, there was already Dhyrga, Sandy and the others standing in welcome. "Eza sleeping?" Ask Dhyrga.

The storm smiled faintly in between steps that would not stop. "Hm."

"Where are you going?" Sandy scolds her handsome friend. Why does the storm seem so rushed to leave. "You're not staying over?"

As soon as the Storm's steps came to a halt, was it still appropriate for the Storm to smile at his best friend? He then turned closer with a clap on Sandy's shoulder slowly.

"Why am I staying? My wife is just waiting for you." His whisper.

Sandy looked at the protest. "you mean? Are you suspicious of me?" The drill.

The storm chuckled wryly. "I'm sincere if you want to continue in my position. It's not really me, but you're what Cheryl wants. Until this moment. He doesn't even want to remember me. It may be true, my love is too painful to remember."

"Dad." Sandy called but the Storm had already passed behind the door of the other room.

"What's up this time?" Dhyrga asked Sand. Honestly, he didn't hear anything the Storm said just now.