My Sweet Lecturer

My Sweet Lecturer
Happy Birthday



Regan and Yona step out of the elevator hand in hand, though Regan's footsteps aren't as strong as they used to be due to her stiff muscles, but the man's legs are able to stand and step normally like a general audience. Lili and Septian had been waiting for the two of them inside the elevator.


Regan opens the car door for Yona, letting Yona into the car.


“Actually who just got out of the hospital?” muttered Regan to herself for feeling funny about her treatment of Yona.


Shouldn't Yona open the door for Regan? He is the most understanding man in the world. 


“Regan new wear lipstick huh?” lillian looked back.


Septian followed his wife's line of sight. The two giggled amusedly at the corner of Regan's lips which left tangible evidence of her kiss along with Yona. 


Yona stared at Regan quickly, the woman immediately took out a tissue from inside her bag. She rubbed her lipsticks that were left on the man's lips. Haish, how shameful Yona is for being again caught off guard by the parents. After this, Yona will not respond to Regan's temptations to keep herself from getting into trouble.


“Yona, you kiss me anyway. Look for opportunities in narrowness aja,” said Regan to make Yona widen her eyes.


Septian and Lili just smiled amusedly, they were also once young, as long as Regan and Yona did not cross the limits of reasonableness then she and her husband would not mind what the couple did.


Even so, in anticipation of bad things to happen, the Regan and Yona families agree to quickly organize their marriage together.


“Mother so no welcome party?” ask Regan curiously.


Lili nodded in confirming. “Iya, not that you have been told yes we will have a small welcoming party,” Lilian replied to her son.


The good news is unlikely to hold Lilian to her own family. The woman had prepared a hundred packages of basic food to be given to the lower middle-class community which was in need not far from where they lived.


Regan's family always makes a prayer event every month in several different orphanages to pray for Regan's safety. Finally, the sincere prayers of many people have been brought to God so that Regan can return again with their extended family.


“How about Machiko, Yona? She's coming with her parents?” lillian asked who was so anxious about Machiko's figure.


“It looks like Machiko won't miss today's event because there's Nayna there,” Yona replied provoking the laughter of the three adults in the car.


“He's really plain, you little boy,” said Regan chuckling amusedly.


Regan remembers correctly, when Machiko confided in him. The boy told her that Nayna did not receive the chocolate she always carried when her family said it would be a joint event with the Corlyn family.


Why would a boy of Machiko's age feel attracted to a beautiful girl like Nayna? I don't know, Regan also did not think that looking for answers to his own questions.


Several luxury cars were parked in the courtyard of the Regan family home, of course they all knew who had come to visit their house as invited guests on this day. Family and friends who want to welcome Regan back home. 


“Come,” said Yona took Regan's hand to enter the man's house.


“That's Grandma Ian's car,” squeak Nayna sparkles.


Sisil was about to reprimand Nayna who ran out, but it was too late for the boy to run towards his beloved uncle.


“Uncle Regan!” screeched Nayna with her eyes sparkling happily.


“Nayna.” Regan stretched out her arms, catching the body of the little girl for her to hold tightly.


“Uncle, Nayna misses Uncle Regan,” said Nayna full of sincerity.


Regan smiled, it was clear how the beautiful face of Nayna would be when the girl transformed into a mature woman. Very beautiful, with the look of the face down the daddy, plus a blend of genes from Cecilia that so amazingly decreased in his daughter.


Yona gaped, not knowing her nephew's reaction would be like that.


Regan lets go of her hug to Nayna.


“Im sorry, Boy,” replied Regan raising her hand in the air, a sign the man asked Machiko for forgiveness.


Machiko stomped her feet in annoyance. “Uncle, Uncle betrayed me and Aunty Yona!” annoyed Machiko runs into Regan's house to complain to her mother.


Yona smiles amusedly, while Regan scratches at her non-itchy nape trying to understand the stability of the only child of Marva William and Ariana Kusuma.


“He why, Uncle?” nayna asked confusedly.


“Machiko just doesn't like Uncle being close to you, Honey,” Regan replied stroking the top of Nayna's head.


Nayna's face turned irritated. “He must be a demon, right, Uncle? Mommy said, we can not be picky friends, who are picky will be the friend of the devil,” explained Nayna imitated her mommy sentence.


“Eh?” regan and Yona said at the same time. The adult couple shook their heads, not understanding how the children were thinking.


“Come in,” said Yona took Regan and Nayna into Regan's house.


Sisil, who was holding Zio, stood up when he heard Nayna's scream that Regan was walking into the house.


“Welcome home, Regannn,” squeal everyone blow a typical birthday trumpet.


Regan's face looked so confused.


“You guys really make a welcoming party like a birthday party?” regan asked, staring at everyone who didn't believe him.


They laugh. “This is not a suggestion from you, Re?” ask Lilian back.


Regan patted her forehead, since when had her words been taken seriously by everyone?


“Uncle, blow out the candle,” strangle Nayna excitedly.


Inflatable candle? Just be right!


“But it's not Uncle's birthday, Nayna,” replied Regan scratching her non-itchy nape.


“No, we have to blow out the candles. Is it Mommy?” nayna asked for her mommy's approval.


Sisil just nodded as he chuckled amusedly. Where is a welcoming party suddenly turning into a children's birthday party? 


“Ayo Uncle blow out the candles,” peekik Nayna applauded festively.


Not wanting to disappoint everyone's happy face, the man finally relented and blew the birthday candle that was now in Viona's hands.


“Happy life, Regan,” says everyone compactly.


Happy birthday, eh?