The After One Night
[Villa]

The splashing of water began to stop after the sexy woman turned off the bathroom faucet.

Cheryl wrapped her plain body in a white kimono towel, then a long, wet mane she dried with a small towel. The song he mumbled.

Just as his feet were coming out of the bathroom, a ringing call sounded irritating to the ears. Cheryl took a step towards the super king-sized bed, where she placed her phone.

He reached for the device, an unknown number on the screen. "Good day, with Cheryl here."

📞 Tuuutt, connection disconnected. Cheryl frowns.

Clik....

A picture message has arrived. Soon Cheryl opened it, and her blue eyes swerved full of the photo of her son in a strange place with a stranger.

"Dance!"

📩 "Come here, if you want to meet your son." There is also a flat-pitched text message that makes my hair shudder.

Was this the result of the retraction of his report yesterday? Is Gustav vengeful after his parole? Or, oh my God Cheryl thinks wild.

"Oh my God Eza!" Sontak Cheryl ran out of the room, to hell with her kimono towel. He must immediately take over his son from the hands of a stranger.

The feet of the plain foot were climbing one by one the stairs. As long as he ran, there were no humans in this big house.

"Where is everyone? Daddy, Mommy!" Cheryl yelling. Shouldn't they all be together on the holidays? No, there was no human in this vast room other than him.

Cheryl ran out. "Sir! Where are people going?" Cheryl asked one of the guards who was strangely just that one person.

The man looked down. "People are in the big house of Mr. Raka. Did the young mistress forget, tomorrow night the engagement party of Mr. Sandy and Miss Chika."

"Oh my God, ..." Cheryl. Dhyrga Miller's house was deserted, everyone was in Raka's grandfather's house.

"What's wrong, madam?"

Cheryl yelling. "Hurry and get me somewhere, Eza my son was kidnapped!"

"Hooked?" The man ran towards a car after Cheryl entered the rear passenger door.

Brugh....

The driver took over the wheel, "Where are we Madam?"

"Villa Orchid, the address is at the top! This is the location point. Follow the direction." Gegas Cheryl shared the location on her car dashboard device so that the driver was easier to direct his destination.

"Good." The car also drove at an erratic speed, depending on the situation of the road that is occasionally interrupted by traffic jams.

Cheryl sits anxiously, occasionally fixing the towel, panicking so much she forgets her clothes.

In between the trip Cheryl continued to call all the family phone numbers, from her father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, her sisters, her cousin, and Sandy Cavalera.

"Oh my God, they must be busy." Mumbled. None of his family would lift him up.

An hour away, the scenery began to change, from urban buildings to beautiful trees soothing the eyes.

Really green leaves are blown by the breeze can not reduce the anxiety of the beautiful woman.

Until the arrival of the shiny black car Cheryl Arsya entered the spacious aesthetic yard located in the middle of the plantation. A classic three-story house is also in it

"Not to the top yet, sir?" Cheryl made sure they were in the right place.

"But this is the location." The driver is sure.

Clik...

After an hour he could not call the foreign number. Cheryl got the message back.

Cheryl frowns. "Actually who's with Eza Pak? Why make a silly game like this? He said he left clues, in every way." He suspected why this person's language was so polite, even impressed like talking to his family.

"Just try Madam follow the instructions. In a moment, all our people will be coming here soon. Madam come in, and take it easy. I'm behind you." The driver tried to calm down.

"All right." Cheryl pushed the door, out of her car, on the green grass, there was an arrow formed by pieces of red rose petals welcoming her fluffy legs.

He did not hesitate to swing his steps down the road that has been filled with flowers. The originally anxious mind, inexplicably a little lessened. Is this her husband?

In the past when living together, the Storm often gave him small surprises, and more or less this is how the Storm showed its politeness.

"Eza, Brother!" Cheryl hesitated, but then she ventured to enter a door that read ENTER HERE.

Brakkk....

There was the sound of a door being knocked down in the other room. Cheryl yelling. "It's not funny Eza, Storm, it's ridiculous!"

"Happy anniversary." A heavy sound whispered in the ear, accompanied by a soft touch that coiled on the abdomen.

The masculine aroma of the flagship perfume Storm, now out loud to piercing the sense of smell.

It didn't take long, Cheryl claimed that the man behind her was her arrogant husband. "It's not funny!" Keto.

"I love you." The storm breathed deeply into the peaceful scent of his wife's body wrapped only in a kimono towel.

Cheryl turned. "Eza where, don't mess with you!" Not knowing how anxious a mother was, the Storm played around like a child.

The storm chuckled then hugged Cheryl who was crying in fear. "He's outside, calm down. He's safe with our other families."

For a moment Cheryl was silent, thank God Ezra was fine. "Happy anniversary, ..."

"It's hard to get past five weeks!" Cheryl chimed with ketus.

"I know." The storm rubbed his wife's smooth cheeks, her gaze so fixed. Cheryl looked up, they exchanged longing gazes.

"I know it's too late and I know I'm evil, as much as our anniversary, I'm indifferent to you. But thank you for the most beautiful gift you give me every year. Six times I ignored, six times you survived." Lirih Storm.

Cheryl chuckles faintly. "Why do I feel so easy that you think everything you missed is okay?"

Storm shakes. "I am also broken. The season I went through without you, it killed me too."

"You're fine without my Storm. You can even achieve success without me and Eza."

The storm dimmed expression. "Then what should I do? You still demanding divorce?"

After retracting Papa's case, what barter does Cheryl want to divorce?

"Are you going to grant it?" Tukas Cheryl's. The storm glared at the protesting face of his wife.

"Jawab Sister!" Cheryl raised her voice.

Storm Eyes glazed. "I can't afford it. I want you to give me everything you ask for. But this is hard, honey. Tell me how to let you go, after this regret I got?" Sluggishly.

"Will you take me off?" Sergey Cheryl. She was angry with her husband's insensitive attitude.

Well, but it's undeniable that all this started from the trauma that Hurricane suffered after Cheryl seven years ago. "Of course not."

"Then don't." After a long time both of them were silent, Cheryl interrupted. "Don't let go of me again, don't ignore me anymore, please make me happy as you promised!"

The flash of frustration that the Storm had from earlier, gradually became true happiness.

"You're gonna forgive me?" Especially when Cheryl assented with a nod of her head.

"I love you." The storm sprinkled an intoxicating kiss on the lips of his wife, Cheryl resigned herself. After a long time without touching, now the two again taste the sweetness of the saliva that was exchanged.