The After One Night
[Remember]

Storms out of the elevator. And for the second time, the eye was greeted by the cry of Ciko in front of the door of Cheryl's apartment.

From still on the way, the Storm had opened the CCTV that he installed in front of the door of his apartment. The truth is, Cheryl didn't come out two days ago.

His sane mind wondered. What's with that jolly girl? What is it about a beautiful face that usually becomes eye pollution during storms?

Hold still. He just didn't calm down after a long night yesterday, what else is a woman Cheryl. Cheryl could have ended her life secretly.

"Cheryl why?" The mind of fear dominates itself to ask suddenly at a confused Ciko got a reprimand from a Storm.

"Aren't you talking to me?" Ciko looks in disbelief.

"Lo thinks there's someone else besides Lo?" The storm raised his voice.

"Yes sorry, I'm just surprised to hear Lo's expensive voice." Ciko gave a small laugh.

Storm pucker lips. He walked towards the door of his own apartment. Intention to ask he paused after Ciko as if not friendly to him.

His feet were faithfully standing at the door of his apartment unit. His tail glanced behind his body. The storm is still curious about Cheryl's current whereabouts.

"Gue call Sandy. He can help me! My God, why don't you think about yesterday's try?" Ciko muttered anxiously, to which the grunts of the girl made the Storm rise in blood.

Why call Sandy who can't come here? What does Ciko think the storm is here? Is that transparent of her?

📞 "Yes Ms." Sandy's voice was heard because Ciko hardened her call.

The storm didn't shake from the door. He still wants to hear the continuation of the story about Cheryl tonight as well.

"Sister Sandy can come to Ciko's apartment with Cheryl now can't?"

📞 "Well, what's the matter?"

"Today Cheryl didn't come out of her apartment. Ciko's worried, her Mommy Daddy calls Ciko on. Neither did their phones answer Cheryl." Complain Ciko.

📞 "Yes?"

"Yes, how's dong!"

📞 "Oke-okay, I'm going there now. You try to do whatever you can, or, call security if you can."

"Yes Brother." Anguk Ciko's.

📞 "I'm closed!" Ciko rubbed her chest after being quite calm with Sandy's willingness tonight.

The storm opened the door. He stepped in and then closed the door to his apartment.

His steps continued towards the living room, where he could find the CCTV screen while sitting on the sofa.

One by one his shoes he hit haphazardly. Jackets and t-shirts he was released to leave only a tight black singlet only. His backpack was opened to grab the phone from inside.

On his face was painted a tinge of anxiety that had somehow come from when and what was the reason.

Not enough to be calmer, Storm gulped down the rest of his morning drink that was still lying on the room table.

Hope anxious. His eyes are now focused on his monitor screen, out there Ciko is still trying to press the bell many times even to call some guards to help him bang on Cheryl's door.

Not long after that Sandy came. The storm tightened his body to make it more intense with his CCTV screen.

Looking out there, Sandy was about to break down Cheryl's door but then it opened slowly.

The storm squinted his eyes. He carefully observed the beautiful girl standing in the doorway of the apartment owned by her neighbor.

The storm snorted his breath slightly. There is a little serenity that he found after seeing the figure of Cheryl is quite good with a short pink sleepwear.

"Oh my God, this stupid girl!" The storm rubbed his face roughly. A few minutes ago he was made unable to reduce anxiety.

The storm positioned his back as comfortably as possible on the back of his cushioned sofa, he fiddled with a thin device, then floated a phone call on Sandy's number.

I don't know what the underlying reason is to call his best friend. The storm thought, there's no reason strong enough to describe.

📞 "Yes, Bai." Sandy picked up the call from him.

"Where is it now?" The pleasantries will probably keep Sandy from asking much.

📞 "Gue again in Cheryl's apartment. Do you want to join?"

"No!"

📞 "Gue forgot, you can't come here." Sandy chuckled after saying that.

"Gue's sorry, I was angry this afternoon at Lo." Finally there was a reason that the Storm found so that his call did not make an awkward impression.

📞 "No problem. I understand."

📞 "Actually you're doing the hell in here huh? Crazy Lo Ryl, two days you do not go out, do not pick up the phone, nor reply to chat from everyone! Lo why the hell?" I heard Ciko bewailing her best friend.

The storm focused his ears, he was curious about Cheryl's answer this time.

📞 "Nothing to worry about Ciko Darling. I just want to be alone again. End of this end I miss a lot of Mommy Daddy." Cheryl sounds fine.

📞 "Sorry Bai, those girls again on the noisy, I close first yeah?"

"Hm." Storm's nodding.

Tuuutt, call disconnected. Although still want to hear the concrete situation from across there, it was forced to once the Storm agreed to the request of his best friend.

At least he's calm now. Cheryl didn't do anything as self-harm as she had crossed her bad mind.

Feeling sticky from sweat, Storm rose from his seat, he entered his room and walked towards the bathroom.

One by one his clothes he removed until plain unceremonious. He filled warm water and soap into a rectangular bathtub and then submerged part of his body behind the mountains of soap foam created.

The storm rested on his back and closed his eyes. In silence, Cheryl's giggling laughter and spoiled sigh last night gaped back in her ears.

"Sister, don't do it, that one's sensitive! Amused, aw aw!" Last night Cheryl giggled amusedly as she nibbled on something the most opiate of the woman.

This bathroom marble mirror and table became his silent witness. And on this bathtub he also witnessed how beautiful Cheryl's plain body when mixed with a mountain of soap foam.

"Why do you like me?" That night, on the same bathtub the Storm stared deeply into the beautiful face of his loyal admirers.

Cheryl shakes innocently. "Of course, Cheryl has no reason to have this feeling. To be sure, Cheryl is at home with this taste."

"You know I already have a boyfriend, right?" The storm gently rubbed Cheryl's opium lips covered by a small foam.

"Know, but, Cheryl wants this." At that time Cheryl diverted their conversation by again attacking the lower lip of the Storm.

The storm hugged Cheryl's slick body that fused with her body.

"Remember Baby. There's only one last safeguard, the one we bought is done." Lirih, Storm whispered the word warning.

Cheryl chuckles then continues her intimate act. Storm drifts in the cradle of a Cheryl's hot love romance.

That night they fought many times, until they spent some safety boxes that they bought through inter-messaging services.

The storm opened his eyes. Cheryl's sweet memories are new to her. Although from the outside plain, Cheryl is quite good at making her opium on the memories of one night.