The After One Night
Part Darling Dumped 7

"Ommh!"

The dimly-lit delight that Chika felt came to a halt, as Sandy dropped a forehead right on the girl's shoulders. "Don't leave me alone" he said.

For a moment, Chika frowned a thin eyebrow. The man who had made himself float with the moans, now no longer helpless even though he just gave a slow touch.

"Omm?"

Silent, and Chika gave a weak grunt disappointed, apparently true to her guess, Sandy fell asleep after making herself quite addicted to the gnawing of the man.

Given the condition of their half-naked bodies, Chika tried to fix the dress.

Still under Sandy's hut, Chika grabs a pair of jeans tucked into the back of the sofa to cover both their bodies.

Just a few minutes ago Sandy undressed, as if she wanted to pounce on herself in the dim light of the bar. Not yet finished their struggle, Sandy has been made by the drink.

No doubt, Sandy has been drinking too much. How do I dare, if the drink alone makes it slow.

"Don't go anymore, Baby," he whispered softly.

Tight, Chika looks at the drunk man with the furniture of the husband. Apparently Sandy was so messed up when there was no one who was even only able to scratch the wound.

His residence, his patience, his genuine smile, everything Sandy had, Chika had just realized it, now.

"Why would Om marry Chika?" Chika asked in the end.

People say, drunkenness someone can say whatever honesty he has. "Why would Om survive with Chika?" his pedicab.

"Because of love." Sandy replied with her eyes still closed.

Chika smilingly stared at the beautiful sculpture that her husband's face offered. Her lips, her nose, her eyebrows, all knew besides being kind and rich, Sandy was very good looking.

In addition to good looks, wealth, attention, love, affection, and loyalty. What else is she looking for in a husband?

Just because Sandy suddenly wants to be betrothed to him, Chika constantly thinks that the smiling cheap man just wants to make himself a runaway love.

In fact, if you remember the past, Sandy is always romantic with him. How many times has he escaped with Gala, going camping by the beach, even the rugged mountains.

Then, Sandy always brought him home safe. Despite her arrogance, Sandy never forgot to develop the sweet smile that she cursed all this time.

Chika absorbed herself, less what else? So much effort that Sandy showed for roughly three years together, and she's still plagued by her male past.

Chika smiled brightly, memory then ran at the time where she and the man who now impaled her was still engaged.

Tall trees towering, steep climbing soil, beautiful aroma, sometimes strong wind, all that Chika enjoyed with Gala and other campus friends.

That morning, the weather was quite boisterous by the different types of birdsong. The previous afternoon he put up a tent, and slept soundly all night.

"Guugh!" Chika stretched her hand muscles shortly after coming out of her tent.

"Coffee?" A voice that should not be in his environment, why should he hear at that time. Chika turned her head and unmistakably, Sandy smiled welcoming her.

"Om what?" Chika's tone was like she had just gotten a big havoc.

"Ikut camping."

Sandy scowls. "From your friends, pretty, free" lightly.

Chika looked towards her female friend. And almost everyone stared in admiration at his fiancee.

"Just garbage!" resounding. Then, as he turned and walked away arrogantly, a girl approached Sandy.

Tiny-tailed eyes glanced, behind which Sandy smiled at Hema, the sexiest among the other friends. "Thank you pretty."

Hema smiled shyly. "Sama-sama Brother. Later if you need anything say ajah same Hema."

"Of course!"

Chika recalls, how upset she was when the girls chased after potential husbands she did not consider. So is it true, she already had a taste, long before Sandy gave up?

God, suddenly Chika was afraid if until Sandy gave up after no longer drunk like now.

...✴️🔸🔸🔸✴️...

"Babys!" Sandy who just realized from her dreamland, suddenly she rounded her eyes wide. "Sheep..."

The blurry eyes were forced to comb the entire room, and well, he was still inside the VVIP bar room last night. Sandy quickly turned to the other sofa, where her friend also sat asleep with her.

Severe, he doesn't even remember what made Chika in this bar. What if he fucked up last night?

"Away awake?"

Sandy turned to Endre who suddenly made a sound. Visible, Endre's eyes scanned the watch on the hand. "It was noon, '" he murmured.

Slowly, Sandy got up, she took off the hug of the beautiful girl she had been holding up all night. He put on his white shirt again, before covering Chika with his jeans.

"Chika what's here?" Only Endre can ask Sandy. The others are still slick in each of his sofas.

"Following you." Endre lit his match, burned the tip of his cigarette, gushed high in smoke. "He panicked last night. We invited him."

"Damn!" Sandy swears. "You know, he shouldn't be here!"

His regret grew even more, when he saw the many red marks that were anchored in his wife's clean skin, the small bite, was definitely the result of his compulsion last night.

Sandy pressed down on the forehead which still felt heavy. Then, he looked back at Chika's sleeping face, innocent, innocent, and this was the moment he missed for a few mornings without the girl.

She thought a little hard; why did Chika have to panic at him, whom she never even ignored for three years together.

Sandy's....

Chica...

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