The Lost Sense

Chapter 94 (cover chapter)

The bells of the church echo. Start today's event, which today is the most historic day for me and Dion. Today we will celebrate our wedding.

After receiving the blessing of my parents, Dion proposed to me. Also, because I have decided in my heart to start another new life.

I'm sure I won't get my soul mate wrong again this time, and hope Dionlah harbors my last heart.

With a smile adorning my lips I stepped into the courtyard of the church. The place where Dion and I will receive the blessing of marriage.

We walked hand in hand towards the altar. A smile cannot be separated from our lips. We who are the center of attention today, do not mind making me groggy too. Because dozens of pairs of eyes were so focused in our direction.

With music and an introductory song we walked down the red carpet to the altar. Invitational guests who witness this historic day sit in an orderly manner following each blessing process.

Dion looks handsome with his suit stelan in milk brown. So harmonious wrap his tall body. I wore a long kebaya of semi-french brocade, bone white. Kebaya combined with traditional woven songket with Dion matching color. Both sides of my waist were pinned by a long dangling slayer sweeping the church's ceramic floor. The slayer of my headgear also dangled to my knees. The pearl-studded tiara decorated my head, adding gracefully to my appearance

Likewise with her long kebaya studded with sequins and various gemstones, displaying the luxury of my appearance. Makes me more confident.

Three bridesmaids bridesmaids are also no less handsome and beautiful. They are Devan, Mitha, and Raisa. Both my son and Dion's son.

The bride and her bridesmaids and her attendants entered the church and went to the altar.

Accompanied by both my parents and the parents to represent Dion's parents, we the bride and groom were led before the Pastor to bless our marriage.

The pastor took an oath of allegiance, living out our life to live out our marriage in the blessing of the Lord.

"Brother Dion Bimantara, who is willing to make Reny Theresa, became a companion to the brother's life in distress and pleasure for eternity"

"Yes, I am willing," Dion replied, firmly and surely. There seems to be no doubt in his voice.

"Sister Reny Theresa, who is willing to make Dion Bimantara as a companion to the brother's life in distress and pleasure for eternity"

"Yes, I am willing," I replied with a trembling tone. I tried to hold back the tears from falling on my cheek.

Then the Pastor gave his blessing, and declared that we were lawfully married.

With haru papa and mama hugging me and her daughter-in-law, Dion.

After the blessing at the church, the reception was held in a multi-purpose building. The place where the banquets and events related to my wedding will be held.

The guests of the invitation have arrived. Alternately greet us the bride and groom, congratulate us and pray that we will always be happy in our household.

Among the guests present, I also saw my best friend's mother while living in the village. Ms. Rani and the others. I intentionally, specifically invited them. My transport costs are facilitated. Because I want them to pray for me, I also did not forget to invite my best friend Sofi.

"Congratulations, yes. Finally, you also managed to captivate the heart of the rusty widower" Sofi whispered in my ear. Makes me laugh.

"What the hell, whispers of all," protested Dion.

"Female secrecy, don't be cheated" Sofi said. Sofi's laughter made Dion echo with his cousin's brother.

..."Watch out for you later, yeah," he joked. Sofi even loosened her tongue....

"Congratulations, Miss Reny. May you be happy and lasting until old age" said Ms. Rani while hugging me.

"Thank you, Miss Rani. Have come far, congratulate us," I said and greeted others.

"All picnics, ma'am. Rarely are we invited. Feel like an important person," another mother joked.

"St! Don't open your card, ma'am. No one heard, no shame," said the other.

I couldn't help but smile and laugh at the babbling of my old friends' mothers. To me they have been like brothers. In the past they were always there beside me whenever there was my problem. Never bullied me, or mocked me.

I glanced at Dion, he couldn't help but smile either. Especially when he was ganged up for a photo together, minus me.

"Sorry mom Reny, her husband we kidnap first, make a photo of the memories." they chirped. Basic Dion is indeed a sableng, just want to obey the kegokilan mother-emak. I was in the grapevines, staring at them with a face that was made clear.

Satisfied to take photos of Dion together, then I was invited. Huh! Same with them too. I pretended to be pouting.

"Patience, Miss Crispy. Her husband we returned, hugged her as much as possible," they kelakar more and more gookil.

"Oh yes, the mothers of the bride we return to the stage. There are still a lot of guests coming. Mothers please enjoy the dish first, as much as possible," Sofi came to interject, saving me and Dion from the carelessness of my best friend's mother.

"Your friends are funny, but they will forget the time and situation if not reminded" Sofi whispered into my ear. I'm just smiling. To be honest, I still wanted to joke with them for a longer time. But as Sofi said we will forget the time and situation.

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After the wedding reception, Dion took me to his apartment. He deliberately took me there, so as to be free from all distractions he said. The children were cheated on by papa and mama.

Like a virgin girl alone, tonight my heart is pounding as well. The atmosphere of the room that was deliberately arranged as attractive as possible, made me a little clumsy. Colorful dim lights, make the room atmosphere look shahdu.

On the bed sprinkled red roses so contrast with white bed linen. I lay on the bed. Be relaxed, from the tension that crawls my heart.

The sound of water in the bathroom rang out, sayup. Dion was taking a bath, the scent of soap she was using slowly made me feel calm.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Appears the figure of Dion half telanja**. Just wrapped in a towel. His body looked wet, the water from his hair was still dripping wet his chest.

I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Because tension re-crawls all over my heart. Dion put on his kimono and got into bed. Because of his weight, the bed swayed.

I closed my eyes as I felt a breath coming down my neck.

"You're asleep, huh?" tanyakanya. Turning my body to face him.

"Have you finished the bath?" I pretended to rub my eyes.

"No," he chanted.

"A long time, shower. Women's bath only," I sneered.

"Emang why? I can't wait, huh?" he said misunderstand.

"Eh, that's not it," I shamed because he misunderstood. I mean, he took a long shower. I'm a girl not until ten minutes is done.

Her body was very fragrant, no matter what she was wearing. The smell is so refreshing.

Suddenly Dion lowered his head towards me. His eyes look so sweet. I stiffened, my breathing sounding racing. When Dion's face was a few inches from mine.

I close my eyes, as I feel you*** Dion is bullying bib****. Slowly start to see*tku, giving an incredible sensation. My breath gasps, when my ciu*** that's so deep demanding.

Slowly I began to get aroused and replied to my pagut*****. Also when his naughty hands started guerrilla tracing every curve of my body.

That night we fused, and crashed into a sea of g**rah. Race and race until arriving at the top of kenik*****.

My race had been lost all this time, as if coming back again. A taste I want to enjoy. It's the happiness I've lost in my life.

Well, I want to re-enjoy this happiness, forever. Finishes.