My Sweet Lecturer

My husband

The man's footsteps seemed so hasty, it seemed that the longing that had been deep-rooted in his heart for the figure of the woman he loved so much could no longer be held back any longer. For a few days, Regan tried to restrain and restrain herself from meeting Yona as long as they went through a procession of pingit and so on.

There was a day where Regan felt an unstoppable longing, asking Yona out of her house and the man stared at his woman from a distance. Just looking from afar made Regan's heart warm.

The amused ruckus of many people did not make Regan ashamed to pick up the woman who had currently changed her status to a wife. The wife of Regan, being Lady Abhimanyu Louis of course. 

“Oh shit! I forgot,” complained Regan stopped her footsteps.

Regan didn't seem to know where the dressing room was. Damn*n indeed, why did Regan not ask first before deciding to meet his wife in the dressing room. If it was like this, he would even play hide and seek only.

Finally, Regan reached into the cell phone from inside her suit pocket. The man pressed the call button on his phone screen on Nata's contacts.

“Awas only if he did not lift,” said Regan because memorized the true habits of his best friend that one.

Nata's forehead creased as his phone vibrated.

“From whom?” sisil asked looking curious.

Nata flicked his shoulder, then reached into his phone which he happened to keep in the pocket of the black suit he was currently wearing.

“From Regan, why is she calling?” nata was confused.

Didn't Regan just step out of the reception room to meet Yona?

“Thank you, maybe Regan needs a reference to start the scene,” sloppy Racka without feeling embarrassed by the people around her.

Viona nudged the belly of her husband's field, embarrassed by the outspoken sentence her husband made without seeing the current situation.

Nata shifts the green button, connecting her phone calls with Regan. The duration of the call starts running, indicating that the call has been connected.

“Hallo? Where's the dressing room?” ask Regan across there without further ado.

It's also free to do pleasantries with Nata and the gangs. They more than understand and memorize down to the roots of the current direction of Regan's mind.

Nata chuckled, the man asked Sisil.

“Regan asked, where is the dressing room,” said Nata handed his phone to the wife.

Sisil gave her amused smile. “Hallo Regan? Well, it's so bad you can't find your wife,” Sisil's taunts make Regan snort in her place.

“Turn off if you want to tease me, answer my question earlier,” said Regan rebuked.

“Hm alright, you just follow the hallway, there is the writing of room fittings,” explained Sisil.

“Yona is there?” ask Regan to make sure.

Sisil grunting. If Yona wasn't there for what did Sisil explain to Regan? Sometimes people cannot think logically.

“If Yona is not there to ap-“ Sentence Sisil disconnected. Regan quickly pressed the red button to end her call. 

“How?” ask the others to be curious.

“She turned off her call,” replied Sisil again handing over Nata's phone.

Regan walked at twice as wide a step as usual. The man did not want to waste any more time. Regan wants to see Yona, holding her in his arms.

“It seems, your status has changed just now,” said Ariana looking at her sister-in-law with a fluffy smile on her lips.

Yona's eyes sparkled happily. “Really, Brother?” ask Ariana.

Ariana nodded. “She was on her way to pick you up,” said Ariana increasingly made Yona feel nervousness whack her.

The door opened violently, there stood Regan who was now looking at Yona with a look of I don't know, Ariana herself had seen that gaze when Marva had fulfilled her obligation, she said, make herself a lawful wife in religion and state.

Ariana breezed out. “Don't be long, you have to greet the invited guests who have arrived,” said Ariana gave a message to Regan and Yona so that the two of them did not go too far to forget the invited guests who had taken the time to come to their wedding reception.

The door to the dressing room closed again. Regan steps forward, further eroding the distance between herself and Yona.

“My wife,” Ogre Regan in a raucous voice.

Yona ran over to Regan's body, hugging her husband's sturdy body tightly.

“Thank you, Regan,” Yona, her voice starts to hoarse as tears begin to shed down her cheeks.

Regan stroked the top of Yona's head, smelled it, inhaled the fragrant scent of his wife's hair. The aroma that made Regan feel opium to continue kissing her again and again.

“You didn't call me right, sweetheart,” said Regan, Yona just hit her husband's field chest in embarrassment.

Yona felt today was like a dream to her. Uniting with Regan was certainly never imagined in his life at that time. Before Yona meets Regan, Yona feels that she will have an entertainment husband like her. But on this day, Yona is well aware that God has indeed arranged in such a way as the soul mate of a people to complement each other and cover up each other's shortcomings.

Regan touched Yona's chin, leading the woman's face to face her eyes. The face she had always missed lately.

“I miss you,” shrewd Regan.

The man kissed Yona on the forehead, then went down to the female netra. 

“I miss these eyes, eyes that always look at me with love,” said Regan made Yona's blood as if rustling great.

Yona closed her eyes, as Regan's soft lips greeted every inch of her skin so gently, it was so intoxicating.

“And, these lips,” continued Regan, sensually groping Yona's lips until Yona held her breath for a few seconds.

Regan lands a small kiss on Yona's lips.

“My wife doesn't miss me?” ask Regan to Yona.

The woman nodded. “I miss you,” replied Yona.

Regan pulls Yona's nape, giving a kiss on the woman's lips. The two eyes clashed against each other, lulled over the happiness they were currently feeling.

“Stupid time with your lipstick that won't be perfect anymore,” said Regan, grazing Yona's lips, barging in using her tongue.

The lash after the lash feels like a spurt of pure honey that has just been harvested from the grounds. Yona wrapped her hands around Regan's neck, following the rhyme of Regan's lip movements, sipping each other with a burning passion that burned both of them's souls.

“Call me correctly, my wife,” pinta Regan once again.

“My husband,” replied Yona.

In the next second, Regan again smacked her lips as sweet as Yona's honey. She stroked Yona's neck in a sensual gesture until Yona felt like she was flying above the clouds. Today, Yona has legitimately become the sole property of Regan.