My Sweet Lecturer

Lingerie

After three hours, Regan and Yona must be confined to a sea of invited guests who continue to arrive to congratulate them on their marriage. This time, Regan and Yona still had to wait for all the invited guests to return home to their respective residences.

Regan wiped the sweat of a corn seed from his wife's forehead. It is clearly printed, the look of tired face on the beautiful face of his wife. It may be true, some couples choose not to celebrate marriage because they do not want to feel tired of being king and queen in one day.

Standing up, greeting all the invited guests, smiling happily even though their ankles wanted to shout voicing his feeling that he had already felt tired from several hours of standing like a welcome statue.

"It's over soon,” Regan told Yona.

But what power, Regan is an only child, automatically this becomes the first and last wedding party couple Lili and Septian. Shinta and Hendra will no longer have a wedding party because Yona is their last child. No wonder, if they hold a luxury party with all the facilities of VVIP at the hotel which became one of the branches of Corlyn Company.

“You just go up to the hotel room, Yona must be tired,” said Shinta asked Regan to invite Yona into the hotel room that Sisil had prepared specifically as a wedding offering of his best friend.

"How's it?" Regan looked at his wife attentively.

Honestly, Sisil and Nata are very enthusiastic, they are even willing to not get a single fee when Regan and Yona hold a wedding reception at the hotel owned by the Sisil family. The woman just wants to share the happiness of the marriage of Regan and Yona, a complicated couple who had their last marriage.

“We don't just go home, Mom?” ask Yona to Shinta.

Shinta shakes. “At home there is no first night facility room, Yona. If at the hotel it is all complete,” replied Shinta mengolum his smile amused.

Yona scratched her non-itchy nape, feeling ashamed of her mother's ambiguous words.

“Come, we go to the room,” said Regan touching Yona's arm.

Shinta is seen calling Marva, asking her son to hand over the room key that Sisil had given to Shinta before the qobul ijab began.

“This is the key.” Shinta hands the card to Regan.

“But Mommy, how's Yona's stuff? Make up, change clothes, and-“ Sentence Yona cut off, followed by Shinta who told them that they had all prepared.

“Have Mommy prepared everything, don't worry,” replied Shinta smiling gently.

Though not worried because of her belongings, Yona only felt nervous if she had to one room with Regan. The woman did not know what to do when they were in the room, just the two of them, with their new status, husband and wife.

Jeez, just thinking about it makes Yona's heart hunt so fast.

“There rest first,” said Lilian approved Shinta's previous command.

Yona looks at Regan, the man nods his head in a sign that he agrees with their parents' orders.

“Ya already then, Yona same Regan went into the room first,” said Yona to everyone.

Regan held onto Yona's waist so possessively, while behind them the parents giggled with the preparations they had done before. The old men became curious as to how Regan and Yona's facial expressions were when they opened the contents of the closet that was there.

As if not feeling any awkwardness, Regan and Yona waltz into the elevator to climb to the top floor of the hotel they occupy. The suites make Regan and Yona feel bad for the Corlyn family.

“Em, I'm not feeling well with Sisil,” Yona told Regan.

Regan stroked the top of Yona's head. “How about we take them on a honeymoon to Bath? Honeymoon to so many times for the couple?” regan's proposal wants to repay the kindness of Sisil and Nata by inviting the couple on a honeymoon together which all expenses will be Regan responsibility later.

“I agree, thanks Regan,” said Yona hugged Regan.

“Regan? Call your husband right, honey,” parrot Regan doesn't like it if his wife calls herself by name alone.

Yona giggled amusedly. “Alright, dear husband,” kekeh Yona unbearable. Circling her hands around her husband's waist in a friendly manner.

“Sound very soothing in my heart,” replied Regan smiling triumphantly.

They stepped out of the elevator, looking around for the room number inside the card that Regan was carrying.

“Come in,” said Regan holding Yona's hand entering their hotel room.

Yona clucked in awe at the order of the room, completely overwhelming to the point that Yona was unable to speak to describe the contents of the room they occupied. It seems Sisil knows very well how the couple likes it. Starting from the sprai, the right lighting, and the fog scenery typical of the city of Bandung make the room more soothing.

The woman took off the high heels that she was currently wearing. Yona chose to lay her body on the bed of her hotel room without caring about the symbol of love from rose petals to splatter around her. Yona breathed a long sigh.

“I still didn't expect us to actually get married,” Yona said looking at the ceiling of the room.

Regan took off her coat, attached it to the hanger on the walk in closet.

“Why? You think this is a dream?” regan asked looking at his wife with a warm smile on his lips.

Yona looked up, her smile engraved on her thin lips.

“Who knows this is just a dream,” as good as Yona.

“Do I need to slap you let you realize that this is really real?” regan's question made Yona round her eyes.

“Yeah, we got married three hours ago and you want to slap me? You KDRT too fast, dear,” complained Yona who answered the ruckus from Regan's mouth.

The man climbed onto the bed, making Yona look at him warily. Yona isn't ready if the male lion hits her right now. Yona needs time to relax her mind and muscles before she rolls into the waves of their romance.

“I can't possibly slap you, injure her skin just one scratch I won't be able to,” said Regan landing her kiss on Yona's cheek.

“Lies,” says Yona doesn't believe.

Regan plays her fingers on Yona's face. “When have I ever lied?” regan asked so closely, that his roar of breath swept across the surface of Yona's nape.

Yona closed her eyes. “I-iya, never,” replied Yona so nervous with their distance so intense at the moment.

“What's up?” Regan looked at his wife's face in confusion.

“I have to take a shower, my body is very sticky,” said Yona was taken to understand by Regan.

Yona quickly got out of bed, taking off the jewelry she was wearing on the dresser. Then the woman's hands were so gurgling pulling one by one the tongs used to help her hairdo.

But Yona's movements came to a halt, as Regan suddenly stood behind her and helped the woman pluck one by one the tongs from her hair.

“Thank you,” said Yona sincerely.

Yona's hand was about to unzip the back of the dress she was wearing, but her hand did not reach the base of the zipper.

“Honey, may I ask for help?” yona asked who Regan understood.

The man slowly took down the zipper of Yona's dress, very carefully because the man knew very well how much the dress designed by Nadia Mark that had shocked the fashion world a few days ago.

“Already, just get there,” said Yona stopped Regan's hand movements up to half the length of her back.

Regan swallowed her saliva deeply, Yona's delicate back exposed so beautifully before her eyes. Realizing the meaning of Regan's eyes, Yona tried to quickly get away from there. 

“I shower first.” Yona breezed into the bathroom, closed the bathroom door and made sure it was locked.

Yona's heartbeat was very irregular, her hand touching the source of the beat.

“Aish, I was very nervous adjacent to Regan,” muttered Yona hit his chest softly which until now was still beating unbecoming.

Yona opened the small cupboard in the bathroom, took one lavender purple kimono from there. In fact, they have prepared Yona needs items according to the color that the woman likes.

It's time to clean himself and enjoy the touch of warm water that can win his nervousness this time.

Just twenty minutes later, Yona came out of the bathroom. Yona's eyes narrowed, seeing Regan was already curled up in bed without removing the socks from her feet. Yona smiled, the woman gently grabbed Regan's socks slowly and removed them from the man's feet. Could what Yona is doing now be her first assignment as a wife of Reganera Abhimanyu Louis?

Yona headed for the dresser, turning on the hair dryer that was already available in the desk drawer. The smell of shampoo smelled, greeting the smell of Regan who was asleep so tired. The man opened his eyes slowly, staring at Yona's back from where he was at the moment. The deep breath that Regan is currently doing is a sign that the man really likes the fragrance from his beloved wife's body.

“Have finished the bath?” regan's question made Yona look back.

“Already, you woke up to this hairdryer sound?” Yona looked at Regan with an uneasy look as she had already woken her husband up subconsciously.

Regan went down the bed, approached his wife, standing behind the woman.

“No, I woke up to the scent of your body,” Regan replied gently tasting the top of Yona's head.

Yona touches Regan's fingers. “You want to take a shower? Let me prepare the water in bath,” said Yona but answered the headband from Regan.

“I can be alone, you just need to prepare yourself for your real task later tonight,” said Regan made Yona face red.

His real assignment tonight? Will Yona take off the crown she's been keeping for her husband? Hasn't it been Regan's right to get that sacred crown from Yona?

“Sana takes a shower, you stink,” said Yona pretending to cover her nose.

Regan grunts annoyed, being a wife turns out not to eliminate Yona's habit of taunting her. Good thing, Yona doesn't have to change into anyone else, because Regan has loved that woman as she is.

Yona chuckles as Regan mumbles while walking towards the bathroom. While waiting for her husband, Yona chooses to prepare a change of clothes for Regan and a change of clothes for herself.

Yona's eyes widened, one cupboard contained only lingerie with a purple pattern. Yona rubbed the whole closet, she found no other change of clothes other than the lingerie. This must have been Shinta and the other women. Yona deeply regretted her decision to stay in a hotel room without first confirming her needs.

“They seem to be pranking me,” complained Yona biting her lower lip.

Thinking of doing what, it turns out to be quite time-consuming for the woman until Regan comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around the man's waist.

“Sayang?” call Regan makes Yona flinch from her daydream.

“Hm, yes? You need something?” ask Yona.

“What are you thinking?” regan asked back, but Regan's question was answered already when her eyes found dozens of lingerie hanging from the wardrobe.

A red gush appeared on Yona's face, the woman immediately grabbed a change of clothes for Regan and closed the closet before Regan thought anything.

“Replace,” said Yona thrusting a change of clothes to Regan.

“You also don't replace?” Regan frowned both her eyebrows confused.

Yona scratches her nape that is not itchy, confused to answer Regan's question with what.

“Oh my hair is still wet, kimono seems more suitable for now,” replied Yona reasoned.

Regan stared at Yona's current appearance, the man nods confirming.

“You're right, you're much sexier wearing that bath kimono,” parrot Regan makes Yona blushing.

Sexy what? Yona felt uncomfortable with the kimono she was currently wearing. Is it impossible for Yona to sleep and do other activities just wearing a kimono bath?

“Again you do not need it later,” continued Regan when the man was lost, entered the walk in closet.

Oh God, Yona forgot that she married a perverted-brained man. Looks like Yona has to roll around in the blanket so Regan doesn't see her body for the night. 

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