The After One Night
[Butik]

"Thank you, I hope all the business gets resolved quickly." Cheryl greets her five lawyers in turn.

Well, it was witnessed by the Storm who had only dared to observe his wife from a distance.

He wiped his forehead with great pressure, it felt dizzy to find Cheryl met with many legal advisors.

"Why don't you just come?" Jimmy interrupted the proposal that the Storm wanted to do but did not dare to work.

"Early in the morning he met a lot of lawyers, what was his purpose other than trying a divorce?" Storm wails.

"If I go now, I'm sure we're fighting again, then as usual, he runs away from me, doesn't focus on driving like yesterday, then crashes again. That's just the next one!" Added later.

Jimmy giggled elegantly. "You think too much."

"I used to try to do, prove, show, but he took the decision unilaterally." Suddenly the storm said. The heavy trauma Cheryl left behind was, going away from her without much talking.

The storm gets into the car, followed by Jimmy taking over the wheel. "We follow him. I want to know, after taking care of his lawyer, where else is he going?"

"Good." Soon Jimmy's plugging gas. The car passed from that place. No thirty minutes, Cheryl's car pulled over in a building surrounded by transparent glass.

"Well, boutique." The storm chuckled with bitter faces. "Isn't this too synchronized with Cheryl's activities, Jimmy? Cheryl just went to the lawyer, and now to the boutique! What else but ordering a wedding dress?"

"Why are you being paranormal?" Jimmy chuckles. "Maybe Miss Cheryl is bored, and then takes the escape by shopping, isn't such a woman's activity commonplace?"

"Keep breaking my argument!" Sela Storm. He then opened the car door, walking half-run across the glass building.

"You want to see him young master?" Jimmy was trailing behind the master.

"No!" Hurricane ketus.

"Then?"

"I want to make sure that your words are true." Jimmy smiled at me. "May be right."

The storm came to the side of the door. His tall body he hid behind a mannequin in a bridal gown. Inside there, apparently Cheryl was busy stretching a very mini silver-colored dress.

"Oh my goodness, this dress is so beautiful my dear Sisil. the design is perfect." Praise Cheryl. The storm just frowned, because the dress that Cheryl praised was too mini for her.

"It definitely suits your skin color Young mistress." Sisil, the gentleman goulash the owner of that luxurious place.

"May I try?" Ask Cheryl.

"OK, please go to the next room, Sisil will follow, bring another dress, and matching shoes."

"Ok ready." Cheryl walked to the room on the right. Seeing that, immediately the Storm swung a step towards the room.

"Gentleman where are you going? This is a special boutique. Can't just walk in." Jimmy reprimanded as he followed the footsteps of the Storm.

"Fuck up!" Ketus Storm.

Jimmy slightly looked at the hue of the master's face that might start a mess in there. "Master is angry again?"

The storm looked at Jimmy wryly. "How can't it? You see that dress Cheryl was holding? What dress is that?!" Keto.

Jimmy giggled, this was definitely jealousy that was not easily acknowledged. "That's the name of the backless dress sir. Women do prefer dresses that open their backs to attend an engagement party or wedding of elite people. Precisely if the Madam buys a long dress in white, ..."

"Shut up! It's noisy!" The storm interrupted Jimmy with a grunt. Arriving at the doorstep of the special dressing room, the Storm stopped a step.

"Why stop here, sir?" Jimmy went back to reprimanding.

Storm grunting. "How do I approach him? He must be angry." Sluggishly. Both stayed there long enough.

"Mrs Cheryl, Sisil is coming!" The sound made the Storm raise its legs to block Sisil's path. "Eitz!"

"Tu-lord Ba-storm!" Sisil. The Storm's handsome face dazzled him to a wide gape. He had only seen that face on social media.

"Do you want to go into my wife's dressing room?"

"Your master, the question is funny." Sisil pulled out the Storm's arm while giggling. "Sisil is her fashion stylist Mrs Cheryl Loh, Sisil used to accompany Madam fittings clothes."

"What?" The storm rolled his eyes. His lips were so grim.

Jimmy's approaching the ears. "That's not what the young master imagined. Remember, fiting, not replacing your wife's dress." His whisper makes sense.

"This what?" The storm then asked for some transparent boxes that Sisil was carrying.

"Yet."

"Mrs Cheryl."

"Let me bring him in!" The storm seized the boxes and then brought them into the locker room.

Jimmy widened his smile so that Sisil no longer protested and asked. Let the storm meet Cheryl Arsya today.

The storm stopped his steps right behind his wife's sexy body. Saliva he gulped with great difficulty.

This scene is truly amazing, now Cheryl is wearing a small laced mini dress with her back exposed perfectly up to the waist.

"I swear, this is really nice Sisil, dong shoes please, give me a color that matches the color of my dress." Pinta Cheryl's.

The storm raised one eyebrow, then opened a box of silver blink-blink shoes to thrust it right at Cheryl's feet.

Cheryl chuckles. "You are the best, Sil." The woman put on her shoes then looked at the large mirror while brushing her hair.

"Do you think my hair fits in? In the booth, dipole? Or, ...?" Cheryl's speech comes to a halt when her husband's handsome face is caught in her retina.

"Storm."

Cheryl turned to look at the man. Just know, apparently the Storm always happens to pass anywhere. Yesterday in the mall, in the library, in the hospital, and now in the boutique.

"Well, are you here? You following me? Aren't there enough minions you sent to keep an eye on me hmm?" Grumpy Cheryl.

Wanting him, the Storm said what his true intentions were, not just protecting from a distance alone. See, even to this day there is no clarity about their marriage.

Storm interrupts. "Happy? Your body is seen by other men besides me, happy?"

Cheryl cringing. "It's just you here."

"You just thought I was the gleaming guy, right?" Cheryl's forehead was a little flinched at the word gurgling. "Remember Cheryl, even though she's not normal, she's still a boy!"

"I know." Refuse Cheryl.

"Then you're with, ..."

"You're too much." Cut Cheryl then.

The storm is not out of thought, are women always like this when invited to negotiate? "She used to accompany you in a change of clothes, right?"

Cheryl shakes. "No, there are usually other employees who are women."

"What a coincidence dong, today there's only that gleaming guy who serves you in this boutique." The storm chuckles.

"What exactly is your purpose here? Is it just to seek debate?" Tukas Cheryl's.

The storm was stunned, honestly he was afraid Cheryl was angry if the woman knew she was indeed intentionally lurking. "I-i ..."

"You're following me?" Cheryl's little cecar again. Those blue eyes stared deeply into her husband's jet netra.

"I just, accidentally passed by. There's a relationship that's asking me to meet around here." Kilah Storm.

"Then go!" Cheryl pushed her husband's chest tight out of the room.

"Wait, Cheryl, ..."

"Go if you accidentally pass by, and remember, no longer pass around me!" Cheryl yelling.

"But, ..."

Brakkk... The glass door was closed. Cheryl looks melengos with a face that is difficult to explain how her condition.

The storm snorted staring through the passage of that beautiful back. "Why is it so hard not to get angry?" Mumbled.

Jimmy smiled. "Have you asked about the lawyer? Then, did you ask why Madam bought the dress?"

The storm turned cynical. "How do I ask, he just kicked me out!"

"Then may you try again after this. Just wait a minute, maybe the Madam will respond to you."

"Actually what's your food all this time Jimmy? Why is that so difficult?" Hurricane ketus.

Jimmy just smashed a sweet smile, maybe he was trying to threaten the whole world with diabetes.