My Sweet Lecturer

Butterfly Style

Their breaths were breathless, both of them staring at each other adoringly at each other. The pagutan lip of both of them eventually detached, followed by a deep breath to fill the cavity of their lungs that had been empty. Yona's hand touched Regan's field chest, staring at her husband's bead.

“Make sure there are no other women here,” said Yona answered a nod of confidence from Regan.

“You, the only one,” replied Regan peeping the top of Yona's head.

They stare at their appearance from the glass, justifying Yona's hairdo and make-up so as not to become a mockery again for nosy couples at the reception venue. After making sure their appearance was perfect without anyone missing, Regan reached out her hand, welcoming Yona's fingers for her to hold tightly onto the reception venue.

They came out of the dressing room, set their feet in rhythm so well. The facial features of the two of them are indeed not to be underestimated, it is certain how the descendants of Regan and Yona will be. Their good looks and beauty, were united with the aura of happiness that radiated on their faces for the day.

Flashlights welcome the arrival of Regan and Yona, the media crew did not want to miss the opportunity to post the spectacular wedding news of a conglomerate daughter from the William family as well as a former international model who broke into a French agency this time in conjunction with a man who had devoted himself to education world. The difference in economic resources between the two of them does not necessarily make Regan and Yona different in feelings.

Instead, the two complement each other well and do not have the slightest gap.

“That's Uncle Regan and Aunty Yona,” chokes Machiko who in the end makes everyone follow the direction of his view.

The beautiful dress that Yona was currently wearing, was so harmonious with the elegant suit that was draped perfectly on Regan's shoulder. They walked so nicely, spreading smiles at all the invited guests who came. 

The wedding MCs allowed the newlyweds to take to the stage, taking their thrones one day. Then the MC asks Regan and Yona's parents to come on stage to perform a sungkeman ritual.

Starting from asking for blessing, sungkem on Yona's parents. Yona wept under her mother's feet, apologizing for the mistakes she had made during her childhood.

“Pardon Yona, Mommy, Daddy,” isak Yona under the feet of her parents.

Likewise with Regan, the man rested beside Yona, putting his hand on Shinta and Hendra's lap just like what Yona is doing right now.

“Mommy and Daddy bless your marriage, may sakinah, mawadah, warohmah, befouled until death separates,” said Hendra stroked the top of the head Regan and Yona.

“Be a couple who can protect each other,” Shinta's prayer for her daughter's marriage to Regan.

Then Regan and Yona take turns hugging Regan's parents. Parents want the best things for their children. Good prayers for the good of Regan and Yona's marriage are actually a test of life they've just begun. Marriage is not easy, though, establishing the heart to unite two different personalities is not worth maintaining the household as one-by-one differences begin to emerge along with the newlyweds' sometimes unpredictable egos.

“Father and Mother pray for the best for Regan and Yona, hopefully quickly get momongan. Quickly give birth to many children so that our family home is not quiet anymore,” said Lilian gave her best prayers to Regan and Yona.

True said some people, parents also write the destiny of their children. That's what parents think now, not expecting their children's matchmaking actions to finally be realized into reality.

This time it is time for the invited guests to congratulate the happy newlyweds. One by one they go on stage, congratulating Regan and Yona on their wedding today.

The four super famous couples get their turn up on stage. They hugged, also channeled a sense of happiness over the good day that finally came also after the rainstorm came pouring down on the twists and turns of their romance both.

“Congratulations, you're finally legal. Halal dogged,” said Nadia so enthusiastic.

“Tell me if you need the most steady style, I have a recommendation,” kekeh Nata pat Regan on the shoulder.

Yona's face immediately blushed for a moment, imagining her first night as a wife certainly made her feel embarrassed. Gosh, how could Yona and Regan not do it, of course they did it because it was legal and indeed mandatory for married couples, let alone doing it brings abundant rewards.

“I'm so impatient for tonight,” chuckles Regan turned to look at Yona.

Yona's breath seemed to disappear just like nothing was left, cold sweat pouring out from Yona's forehead.

“Tuh Yona is nervous because of your talk,” tease Melodi who can read the look on Yona's face at this time.

They laughed, but the code from the host tonight asked them to come down immediately as the queue got longer. Many new invited guests arrive because of the hours on their different invitations.

Regan looked at Yona.

“You tired?” tanya Regan stroked Yona's cheek until Yona's face showed a red hue there.

“Hm, my legs are sore,” Yona replied while moving her ankles.

“Later tonight let me go,” said Regan Sontak just make Yona stare at the man not blinking.

The ambiguous words that came out of Regan's mouth made Yona feel something inside her wanting to scream, her chest rumbling violently. Jeez, even though Regan only said he would massage her tonight, but Yona's shadow immediately ventured into the plus-plus massage scene that adults often talk about.

Yona quickly shook her head, expelling sensual thoughts from within her brain.

Yona just nodded in response to Regan's words. The man smiled gently, stroking Yona's cheeks which were so smooth she felt on her palms.

“You have thought about what style we will wear tonight?” regan whispered in Yona's ear.

Yona's heart was getting tighter pumping blood all over her body. The seductive face of her husband will never be healed.

Yona nudges her husband's arm, embarrassed by what Regan said to her.

“Hmm, I've thought about it,” replied Yona making Regan's eyes sparkle perfectly.

“Really? I didn't expect you to be a step faster than me,” replied Regan feeling happy. “If you can know, what style do you want to wear?” regan was filled with curiosity.

“Rightfly style,” says Yona with non-praying face.

Regan's mouth gaped in disbelief at what Yona said. Butterfly style? Do they want to swim?