Passion Old Virgin

Rihanna Cuisine

Slowly Malik touched the top of his wife's head. He wiped away the cold sweat that flooded Rihanna's forehead. The touch from Malik finally woke Rihanna from her sleep. 

"Malik." Rihanna hastily wakes up and is immediately restrained by Malik. 

"What do you want?" rihanna asked suspiciously. 

"Just wipe the sweat off your forehead" Malik replied with a puzzled look as his wife looked terrified. 

"Aren't you lying?" tanyanya. 

Malik was surprised when Rihanna tried to cover her body with a blanket. Their current position is like that of a girl who is protecting herself from male predators who will make themselves prey. 

"Why am I lying? I should have asked you why, Kay? You're a rich man so scared, are you afraid of me?" ask Malik back. 

"No, I'm just not used to it yet" replied Rihanna nervously. 

Malik chuckled and then rattled Rihanna's hair with a frenzy. "We want to have children, Kay. After all we have done several times what should be done by husband and wife," ledek Malik who felt his wife was too innocent. 

"Malik, don't talk about it!" exclaim Rihanna bashful. 

"Iyadeh, yes. I don't talk about it anymore" Malik said, blinking his eyes. 

Rihanna squinted her eyes. Her husband is now increasingly a hobby of flirting with simple treatment but makes the heart unsafe. However, when the net accidentally saw the clock face of the wall was almost in the number three, Rihanna immediately jumped. 

"You wouldn't wake me up if it was three o'clock, anyway!" rihanna grumbled slightly pushing her husband's body away. 

Malik immediately saw the wall clock, and it was true that it was three in the morning. Without wasting any time Malik fled to the bathroom. The man who was about to catch up with his cousin who already had the title of a father was hastily purifying himself of the little Hadats. Meanwhile, Rihanna was forced to wait for her husband to take turns purifying himself. 

"Have you?" rihanna asked after her husband came out of the bathroom. 

"It has. If you want to be careful, Dad! I wait, we pray together." 

Some time waiting for his wife who was ablution, now the pregnant woman came out with a fresher face. Malik until fixated with the beauty that emanated from his wife's face. 

Rihanna continued walking with her eyes fixed on a prayer mat that had been prepared by her husband. They throw smiles at each other. 

"Come on!" invite Malik who is ready to become a prayer priest. 

"Come, Malik." Rihanna immediately positioned herself behind her husband. 

Finished performing the sunah prayer, as usual Malik will teach his wife to teach while waiting for dawn to arrive. They sat facing each other holding their own Qur'an. Rihanna first read the verses that now seem to be the victor when her heart is troubled, while Malik carefully listened to every verse read by his wife. The man swiftly corrected every mistake of his wife. 

*****

Malik bids Rihanna go to work. They are now in the car garage. Rihanna insisted on driving her husband to the garage because she wanted to say something. In his right hand held a medium sized goodybag. 

"Malik, can I ask you something?" 

"Ask what, Kay?" 

"Please give this to papa. You're not in a hurry, are you?" 

Malik stared at the pink goodybag offered by his wife. The man was still rethinking to comply with his wife's request. 

"You're busy, dad?" 

Rihanna thought Malik had not received his gift for her father because he was in a hurry. Though what happened was actually Malik still fondle the decision that will be taken by him. 

"Yes, if you're busy let me take you there myself" he said gently but with a threat. 

"Greetings to papa. Tell him that me and his future grandchildren miss him so much, Malik. If he scolds you, tell him it's my own cooking." 

"Ha! So you were cooking?" malik asked in shock. 

"Yes, the cooking was my learning," he replied without burden.

"It's worth it to taste a little different" Malik murmured softly. 

"What?" 

"What?" Malik asked back. 

"What did you say?" 

Malik grinned at the horse when he saw Rihanna's eye-painting. "No, Honey. What did you hear?" 

"Ah, stop. I'm going in first. Don't forget to give it to papa!" 

"Okey, honey." 

Malik hurriedly got into his car and drove the car to the place where the in-laws were serving their time in custody. Although a bit hesitant and afraid if his father-in-law will be angry, but Malik also did not want to disappoint the wife who had struggled to make the dish even though it tastes somewhat different. 

Upon arriving at the police, Malik is immediately ushered in by officers to meet with Rocky. The fine feathers on Malik's body immediately stood up when he saw the sharp gaze of the in-law who was being held by a police officer. 

"You have only ten minutes" said the officer before leaving the place. 

"Do you want to come here, Malik?" ask Rocky with a flat expression. 

"Malik came here at Kayla's request, Pa." 

"He knows how I am?" ask Rocky again. 

"Not so far, Pa. He just asked Malik to deliver this to papa. It's Kayla's cooking." Malik put the goodybag he was carrying and pushed it in front of Rocky. 

"Rihanna's cooking?" ask Rocky not to believe it. 

"Yes, Pa. It's Kayla's cooking that she made specifically for papa" he said in hyperbole. 

Rocky stared at the parcel brought by his son-in-law. Instantly the two neutrals condensed out of novelty. Rocky feels his son-in-law has managed to educate Rihanna well. 

"Alright, papa take this. You came at the right time. Papa hasn't had breakfast yet" Rocky said, pulling the parcel into his hand. 

"May Malik suggest something, Pa?" 

"What advice?" ask Rocky with furrowed eyebrows. 

"Papa better prepare a lot of water when eating later." 

"Why indeed? Rihanna's cooking is spicy?" Rocky thought his daughter's cooking might have been so spicy that his daughter-in-law told him to provide more water. 

"No, Pa." 

"Keep why should water with a large portion?" 

"Feel it salty once," Malik replied as he forced his lips to smile widely.