Passion Old Virgin

Sholeha's Wife

"Well, take Kak Nendra with you. You want to be amuked with him because of the origin of that?" 

"If not Nendra, then who? Is there another man who fills your heart?" tanya Malik pressed. 

"I don't know if he's a boy or a girl yet" Rihanna replied ambiguously. 

Malik opened his eyes wide, "What do you mean?" tanyanya's confused. 

Malik now thinks his wife has a new acquaintance who has managed to win the heart of the pregnant woman even though Rihanna does not know the acquaintance is a woman or a man. 

"Yes I don't know if he's a boy or a girl, you haven't given me an ultrasound" Rihanna explained, stroking her belly gently. 

Malik breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out that what Rihanna meant was the child who was still in the womb of his wife. He had thought negatively.

"If he makes you share love, fine. I allow it," replied Malik who had understood the intention of the wife. 

"You should be thanking him, Malik. Because I loved her more than you, and maybe she made me fall in love with you." 

Malik nodded his head several times, then his hand stroked his wife's large belly. "Thank you, honey. You have succeeded in helping Daddy to get Mommy's love," whispered Malik then showered his wife's distended stomach with a kiss. 

"Malik, shame," whispered Rihanna who was a little uncomfortable because in the car they were not just the two of them. 

"Then why?" he asked after changing his sitting position to upright again. 

"There's your driver" Rihanna said without a sound, but Malik could read her lips. 

"I forgot" he replied, imitating the way the wife spoke. 

Rihanna squinted her eyes. The man forgot his own words that once said no to make out in front of others. 

"Malik, where are we going, anyway? Why not to?" rihanna looked out the car window. 

"Meet Mr. Hartawan" Malik replied briefly. 

"I knew. You said that" said Rihanna. 

"When you know, why ask?" 

"Where do we want to meet Mr. Hartawan?" ask him clearly. 

"Sir Reporter's having a dinner party at his mansion, honey. So we're going to visit his private mansion" explained Malik, who is only taken by Rihanna. 

Fifteen minutes later the car driven by the private driver entered a large gate and stopped after it was parked in the mansion's spacious courtyard. Dozens of cars that are no less luxurious are also parked there.

When the car had stopped, Malik's personal driver immediately went down and opened the door for his employer. Malik exited after his car door was opened by his driver. The dashing man in a matching tuxedo in his dress circled the car to open the door for Rihanna. 

Malik reached out his right hand as the car door opened. "Come, Honey!" take Malik gently, Rihanna immediately received a helping hand from her husband. 

Once out of Malik's luxury car, they stepped inside the mansion hand in hand. Rihanna's hands were coiled around Malik's stocky arms. Both of them walked very carefully because Malik was aware that his wife was pregnant. 

As they walked on the red carpet, dozens of pairs of eyes stared at them with a difficult look. Perhaps, many of them feel confused because Malik took a pregnant woman, while Malik's own status is not married.

Naturally if they think so, the article until now Malik has not held a reception, nor introduced the wife in public. Only certain people know about it. 

"Look, I think the Young Master of the Ibrahim family is a good boy. It turned out to be the same as most of today's association," whispered one of the people there. 

"Yes, the status is still single, but it has impregnated people's children," the others replied in a whisper as well. 

There were still a lot of whispers of the guests present at the place. Malik himself paid no heed to the whispers of the other guests, but not Rihanna. The pregnant woman felt unacceptable because those who talked about badness also dragged the name of the in-laws who she respected so much. 

"Alright, Honey. Don't think about it! Just a friendly smile," Malik replied in a whisper as well, the man spreading a friendly smile to the other guests. 

"Do you accept they're vilifying our family?" rihanna asked a little emotionally. 

"We'll meet Mr. Hartawan first, yuk!" invite Malik to refuse to discuss the matter. 

"Malik!" rihanna exclaimed softly, despite her emotions but Rihanna did not want to further humiliate her husband with the nature of his bar-bar first. 

Malik paused his steps for a moment, making Rihanna also stop his steps. "Honey, we're here to attend Mr. Hartawan's invitation. Be polite and do not spoil the important event just to obey anger. We're here guests, honey. Do not follow those who do not have adab" said Malik trying to give understanding to his wife. 

"But they're –" 

"Let them do anything. We can take care of it next time. This is why there are more important languages than science. Because people who are knowledgeable do not necessarily have adab, but civilized people certainly have knowledge. Appreciate and respect others, do not just obey na*su," explained Malik who finally made Rihanna understand. 

"Do you understand, honey?" ask Malik to make sure. 

"Understand," Rihanna replied with a warm smile. 

"You are indeed the wife of Sholeha" praised Malik as he looked at his wife's nose to tease her. 

"Aamiin, may I be the best wife for you, Malik." 

"Ya sudah, kita temui Pak Hartawan dulu, yah!" 

They resumed their steps after Rihanna nodded in agreement. The two walked towards the place where the owner of the show was. 

"Malik" called for Reporters, raising his right hand into the air after seeing his important client. 

Malik and Rihanna immediately approached the owner of the show. The annoyed expression that had damaged Rihanna's beauty had now vanished, changing with a cheerful expression. 

"Sir Reporter, sorry to be late." Malik shook the show owner's hand. 

"It's okay, Malik. I understand," replied Reporter, patting Malik's shoulder gently. 

"Oh yeah, introduce, this is my wife." Malik turned his hand to Rihanna. 

The pregnant woman smiled kindly to the owner of the show. While the hartawan nodded his head while extending his hand to shake the client's wife. 

"Rihanna" he introduced himself, but Rihanna did not accept the hand of the journalist. 

"Sorry, Sir. Biasalah, taught by Mami," said Malik gave an understanding that the Journalist was not offended by Rihanna's self-limiting treatment. 

"Ah, yes-yes. Your mother is a good woman, she educates her daughter-in-law very well too. No wonder your papi loves him so much" praised Hartawan as he pulled back his hand that failed to come into contact with the beautiful woman in front of him. 

Hartawan is a client of the company since Ibrahim who became the CEO of the company, until now when Malik had replaced his father, Hartawan still faithfully cooperated with the company Ibrahim. The age of Hartawan is also not much different from the age of Ibrahim, unfortunately the man has no offspring that makes him able to relax in old age. 

"Your wife is beautiful, Malik. You're good at choosing, dad!" the compliment is full of pride. 

"Mr Reporter could have. He this is not my choice, sir," replied Malik who immediately made Rihanna and Hartawan's eyebrows swoop down sharply. 

"How do you mean?" ask both parents compact. 

"You're not my choice, Kayla. You are a destiny that has been outlined by God to accompany me in the world and the hereafter," said Malik who immediately made Rihanna's cheeks flushed like a ripe tomato. 

"You're so good it turns out, Malik!" This time he punched Malik in the stomach.