Passion Old Virgin

You're Beautiful

At exactly two o'clock Danendra, Adeline, and Nabila say goodbye to Ibrahim's family. Nabila had apologized to the iron because it had made a scene in the mansion besan. Ibrahim and Riani, of course, did not bother about it. They are already very familiar with the character of Danendra, their nephew. 

Now they were on their way back to Alefosio's mansion. Adeline still has a flat face with no expression. Although her husband has repeatedly apologized, in fact Adeline has not forgiven the husband. 

"Darling, it's dong. Don't keep sulking!" 

"You're a bitch, Nendra. Can't we always relate to our past? Poor Rihanna." 

"Yes-yes, I'm sorry. Next time I won't repeat" he replied. 

"Already, Elin, Nendra. Don't keep it up again! We start the future without bringing up the past. Let it all be a lesson to all of us" Nabila advised. 

"Well, Ma," answered Adeline and Danendra compact. 

*****

The Ibrahim family mansion. Rihanna is pushing a wheelchair occupied by her husband. They were heading for a simple garden in the front yard to enjoy the afternoon atmosphere. 

"Already, Kay. Here alone," Malik said after being on the outskirts of the park. 

Rihanna said the pregnant woman stopped her steps and positioned her husband's wheelchair next to the park's lounger and sat herself there. Both of them looked in the same direction, a beautiful artificial fountain. 

They were still silent to each other with a domineering awkward atmosphere. Although they actually want to improve their relationship to be closer, in fact it is not that easy to erode the distance. 

"Kay," called Malik who finally ventured. 

"Yes, Malik" replied Rihanna without looking at her husband, still staring at the fountain ahead. 

"Sorry, dad!" 

Rihanna immediately looked away when she heard the apology from her husband's mouth. The man did nothing wrong, but apologized to him.

"I'm sorry about what, Malik?" 

"I'm sorry that I'm bothering you with the condition of my feet" he said guiltily. 

Rihanna's netra turned to Malik's slightly swollen legs, "I don't feel bothered, Malik. Any pain in your leg is my fault, too." 

"Don't blame yourself, Kay. This is all because of my stupidity" Malik reflexed clasped his wife's hand. 

When he realized it was sassy, Malik intended to release his grip. However, Rihanna actually held her husband's hand so as not to switch from there. 

"Malik, I'm aware. Getting love from a wife is the right of the husband. I'm sorry I haven't been able to give it to you," Rihanna said slowly. 

"You take it easy, I'll be patient until that time comes, Kay. But please, don't make any distance from me!" please expectantly. 

"I promise, Malik. I will try to erode the distance between us" Rihanna replied sincerely. 

A new couple who were waiting for the baby began the approach with small talk. The two agreed to start a relationship by becoming friends first so that there was no longer a sense of awkwardness between them. 

"Hopefully your relationship will improve in the future, Malik, Rihanna," he murmured softly as he wiped away the trail of tears that had dripped. 

The middle-aged woman swung a step closer to the child and her daughter-in-law who was still busy chatting in the park. There was laughter between the two. That certainly makes the middle-aged woman more attractive. 

"Malik, Rihanna," he called her softly. 

The two compactly turned their heads then smiled slightly when they saw Riani standing at the back. The joke between the two also came to a halt because there was still a little shame if it was caught this close. 

"What's up, Mam?" malik asked his mother. 

"It's almost magrib, honey. It's not good for pregnant women to be outside" she reminded. 

"Ah, yes, Mam. Malik forgot. Then let's go in!" take it to the wife. 

Rihanna nodded in agreement and stood up. As he was about to push Malik's wheelchair, Riani forbade him. The woman in a red hood said she did not want her daughter-in-law and future grandchildren to be exhausted from pushing a wheelchair. 

Finally, with the help of Riani, they entered the mansion. Rihanna cleaned herself in the bathroom. Meanwhile, Malik was waiting beside the bed with his back to the bathroom. 

Moments later Rihanna had finished cleaning herself out of the bathroom. The young pregnant woman stopped her steps in the doorway when she saw her husband in the room. However, when remembering that it was natural, Rihanna again continued her steps towards the bathroom. 

"Malik, now replace you who take a shower. Papi says wait for us in the sho– room" 

"Would you like to pray?" asked Malik to interrupt. 

Rihanna turned to her husband, who turned his wheelchair. Accidentally their gazes met before Rihanna lowered her face in embarrassment. 

"What prayer is it, Malik?" tanyanya polo's. 

Malik really wanted to explain his wife's question. However, when he accidentally saw the wall clock, he also undoes his intentions. Maghrib prayer time is almost here. If he were to explain first, it might not be in a hurry for his time. 

"You change your clothes first! I'm gonna take a shower. After the prayer, I explained" he said, leading his wheelchair to the bathroom. 

Finished cleaning themselves and wearing proper clothes for worship, they immediately headed to the place that had been told by Ibrahim. When he got there, it turned out that Riani and Ibrahim were waiting. 

Riani who was neat with her face then rose when she saw her son and daughter-in-law had come. The middle-aged woman took a pair of white mukena and gave it to Rihanna. 

Despite her hesitation, Rihanna accepted the gift of the in-laws. He flipped through the white cloth with a puzzled expression. 

"That's a miracle, honey. Wear it!" 

"For Rihanna, Mam?" tanyanya is still confused to wear the mukena. 

"Let's put mommy on." 

Riani painstakingly helped the son-in-law to wear the cloth used by the Muslim worship. As soon as he finished wearing the mukena, Malik was stunned by the aura emanating from his wife's face after wearing the bone-white cloth. 

"You're so beautiful, Kayla," Malik praised unknowingly.