Passion Old Virgin

Senile

Malik walked slowly towards his room with disappointment. The decision of the mother who forbade him to take Rihanna on vacation to Indonesia is not negotiable. Now Malik is confused to convey Riani's rejection to Rihanna, the wife who might feel disappointed. 

When he got to the door, Malik's hand held the door knob in doubt. Until he reached the room he had not found the words that would make Rihanna understand. Malik took a deep breath before finally opening the room door. 

As soon as the door opened, the room was empty. Malik who felt astonished now stepped slowly into his luxurious room. 

"Where is Kayla going?" 

Faintly heard the sound of water rustling from the bathroom which made Malik feel a little relieved. Malik thinks his wife might be urinating. The man swings his way to a sofa and decides to sit there waiting for Rihanna to finish with her activities. 

Not long after the bathroom door opened, followed by the emergence of Rihanna who wore a plain T-shirt and shorts. Malik looked at Rihanna who was walking leisurely. The woman's face, hands and feet looked wet. 

"Why are you, Kay?" ask Malik wonder. 

Malik's question was forced to stop Rihanna's move. The woman looked at the husband who was also looking at her. 

"Wudhu, what else do you want?" Rihanna not only answered, but also threw the question back at Malik. 

Malik nodded in understanding, "I think taking a bath at night like this, it'll catch a cold" he replied with a faint smile. 

"When I take a bath at night, I don't run out from the outside either" Rihanna continued her steps towards the large closet in the room. 

"Yes, me!" 

Already getting an answer from his wife, Malik was about to lay his body on the sofa. However, the wife's words stopped her intentions. 

"Have you prayed Isya?" rihanna asked after she had finished taking her mukena and her alphabet. 

"Not yet" he replied with a horse's grin.

"Yes, wudhu there!" 

"Ready, Commander!" Malik got up from his position then stomped his feet as if he was a soldier ready to carry out the duties of his commander. 

"Darling!" malik shouted impatiently. 

"What?" rihannab asked, shouting a little. 

"Pick up my underwear, I forgot to bring it," he asked in a loud voice, lucky that the luxurious room was soundproof. 

"That's all?" rihanna asked to make sure, the woman began to poultice with the character of the husband who often asked for help repeatedly because there were only those who forgot him. 

"Em, all koko's sarongs, huh!" 

"Yes, wait a minute." 

Rihanna raised her lower half slightly so as not to sweep the floor. The pregnant woman, whose stomach is now visible, immediately took whatever her husband asked and walked casually to the bathroom. 

"Malik" called Rihanna after she got to the door. 

Hearing the wife's call, Malik opened the bathroom door slightly and then turned his head out. The man smiled broadly to show his row of white teeth as he looked at Rihanna's careless expression. 

"Other times it's in the bathroom what to bring" Rihanna said, holding out the item her husband asked for. 

"Yes, Honey. This is the last one, huh!" Malik picked up the clothes that Rihanna had proffered.

"His grandfather has every time he made a sprain said it was so continues, but until now it is still repeated continuously. Actually, he forgot, already senile, or his intention was to be spoiled," said Rihanna while turning her body and then straight back to her place. 

"Marijuana with his own wife is not wrong, Kay. Unless I'm spoiled by the neighbor's bin, well that's just –"

"New what? Dare to be spoiled by neighbors?" rihanna asked who was staring intently at her husband, while Malik was only able to gulp roughly his own saliva. 

"The female looks like she's going berserk. M*tilah me," the inner Malik regretted his idle words.