The After One Night
[Satan]

Days pass, seconds are never too late even if only one step, it makes tomorrow and the day after tomorrow so that it is called yesterday.

The young couple already occupied a simple small dwelling. There is only one room filled with a lot of functions.

In one room, Cheryl can see the bed, bathroom, and kitchen. Only 200 pounds. Quite cheap and close to some of the Storm's workplaces.

Salary in a part-time place is not as much as the salary of a bartender in a bar. Then the Storm has to be willing to take some work just to get enough pay for future savings, day-to-day needs and more.

Cheryl is not allowed to touch homework. The storm did it before leaving for work. Let Cheryl and her fetus strengthen along with her treatment.

It was very late at night, the new Storm arrived at his small rented house. Cheryl anxiously waits, but a new storm will come after clearing herself.

From her bed Cheryl saw the body of her husband's dashing thin because of too much thinking and work. Of course he was heartless.

After cleaning up enough, Storm grabbed a small towel and wrapped it around his lean, muscular waist.

He grabbed another towel and rubbed the thick hair on his head. "Dear not asleep?"

Cheryl shakes. "Yet. Cheryl keeps worrying, sister. Why late at night, when work from the morning." His protest.

"But Baby doesn't have any trouble, does it?" The storm then slumped over his wife's thighs and smooth calves. Her face fell on Cheryl's stomach, which began to bulge larger than before. "Little baby how are you?"

Cheryl smiled. "He's good, but Mami's anxious, Papi's thin from taking too many part-time jobs."

The storm smiled, staring gently at the blue netra of his beautiful wife. "Little by little we save, do not be afraid I am sick, because the success of men starts from hard work. As long as I can bring the sakinah mawadah warohmah to you, everything I will do."

Cheryl's tears are melting. "Brother hands rough. Must be a pain, right?"

She could see a lot of scratches on her husband's palm, maybe because of a lot of lifting things, the storm that once looked perfect now became very difficult.

"No." Storm Gel.

"Lied."

The storm smiled again. "Baby knew the reward of this rude hand was heaven. And now, my heavenly angel will give me a wingless little angel." He kisses the stomach softly.

"Although my little angel started with our mistake. But even a speck I don't want to insult him." Saying back.

Cheryl touched. Apparently the handsome man who married her was, the man in charge. The more he knew the man the more he was amazed.

"Give me a kiss." The storm approached his wife's tiny lips, he ate them greedily, his hands never escaping the woman's chest.

...✴️🔸🔸🔸✴️...

It's been a week over Hurricane Admiral going home early in the night just to carry out his responsibilities to his beloved wife.

Despite owning a diamond ring from Savira Li, Storm and Cheryl have no intention of selling it. Well, Cheryl's limited edition ring will make their hideout known if it is sold.

Little by little Cheryl collects her husband's gift for future capital without selling her existing jewelry.

People say from a little it was a long time later it became a hill. If it continues like this, Cheryl is sure her husband will be able to succeed without the help of their parents.

"Yes, honey, just a second." Cheryl turned off the stove. He walked to the door, opened it with a smiling face.

"Coches are home?" The smile dimmed after not having anyone outside.

Cheryl looked around, there was no one until her blue net found a paper like a canned letter lying on her doorstep.

Who is this letter from? Is it possible that his father's men have found their hideout again? Open the paper, and read it.

...Your husband stole. Come and see for yourself how he is judged....

Cheryl tickle. "stealing? Not likely. This must be a misunderstanding!" Without thinking of anything, Cheryl immediately closed the door and ran towards her husband's workplace.

While holding his stomach. He rushed to storm Admiral. During the day, usually the Storm works around the shops, the power is needed to transport merchandise.

Often the Storm wooed the wife of some of his bosses. But all this time the storm could still avoid the pursuit of the woman.

"You fired a thief!" Arrive where Cheryl stops and hide behind an electric pole. The words of the circus were now fixed on her handsome husband.

"Please if you fire me. But I've never done anything you've accused me of!" As always, the storm never accepted being underestimated.

"Don't dodge. All the evidence has led to you. You also seduced my wife!"

"Your wife seduced me, motherfucker!"

Bugh... As hard as that Storm landed a fist on the face of his boss until strayed into the asphalt.

"Ekm Ekm." Cheryl's eyes turned on the middle-aged man who took a sip of cigarette smoke from the end of his ivory pipe.

Gustav stood grinning beside Cheryl's trembling body. The rich man wore a coat that could pay for a thousand doors for Cheryl.

"Hows it? Are you going to stay on the side of the storm? At risk, you will continue to see your husband miserable." Gustav did not touch her but the threatening words gave Cheryl goosebumps.

"Look carefully little girl, my son is thin, he is dirty, he has to have trouble because of the slander of those people." Gustav then shook his head. "No, I mean slander from me." Gelak.

"So you're the one who got your own son slandered, aren't you? What kind of father are you?" Cheryl swerves.

Gustav giggles. "As long as you keep sticking with him. I'm Gustav, will continue to torment him. It doesn't matter if he's my son or not. Gustav's rules apply to anyone!" The man's jaw is hardened.

"It's awful that you're Gustav!" Shouted Cheryl. Even to call that man Cheryl's in-laws is not wise.

Gustav chuckled the devil. "After from here. There are still many things that will welcome the arrival of the Storm. This time the Storm might have indeed fought that little boss. But for the rest of the workplace, is she able to avoid the hassles of my people?"

"Why do you look like Gustav's devil? Remember, he's your son, he's your son!" Cheryl hysterical.

Gustav nyalang's. "Because I wouldn't have a daughter-in-law like you. My grudge and my mother will be over if you don't unite with my son. And if you love her. Let him go right now! Because it's not happiness, but the misery that the Storm will receive during its lifetime nourishes you!"

...The storms in life are sure to pass. Believe the flow of Pasha do not want to beat around the bush, there will be surprises ahead there. Stay tune everyday well darling 🥳...