Passion Old Virgin

The Angel of Heaven for Malik

Although annoyed with the boos of the wife. However, Malik did not care about that. Malik is silent now. The two bright netra stared fixedly at his wife's increasingly beautiful face with a hijab. 

Stared like that by her husband, Rihanna was wrong. She thought the husband was looking at her like that because he was the one who looked weird.

"Malik," said Rihanna, her hands trying to tidy up the cloth that covered her beautiful hair. 

"Em," Malik replied briefly, the look on his eyes still fixed on Rihanna. 

"Is something wrong? I'm weird, aren't I, wearing this?" asked Rihanna who suddenly felt less confident. 

Malik shook his head slowly, a warm smile painted beautifully on the handsome man's lips. "You're beautiful, Hunny," said Malik, his hand suddenly stretched out and touching his wife's chin using his index finger and thumb. 

Again a red hue appeared on Rihanna's cheeks. Lately Malik has praised him more often with words that may be ordinary to others. However, for Rihanna who never had closeness with other men besides Danendra who always ignored her, of course the words were like a grenade throw that immediately made her heart explode. 

Increasingly, Rihanna feels that living side by side with Malik is like exploring a haunted house. There were so many unexpected surprises that made his heart race quickly. 

Rihanna was still silent, blushing in shame. The woman was completely unaware that Malik was getting that handsome face closer to her pretty face. The two got closer, until Malik without cue directly put his lips to the lips of the wife. 

The pregnant woman only realized when both of their lips were already clinging to each other. Slowly Rihanna closed her eyes, enjoying every gentle treatment from her beloved husband. 

"Jeez, Malik. Why is it that a hobby once attacked me all of a sudden like this, anyway? He doesn't know my heart's getting any more insecure." Rihanna sat down, her hand that had been hanging up, she wrapped her hand around her husband's neck. 

"Kay, I want to make you fall in love so many times to me, that there will be no more gaps for you to fall in love with others" Malik said in his heart. 

While they were enjoying the warmth of love in the morning, their activities were forced to stop when the sound of knocking on the door sounded. Malik let go of his pagutan, then slightly gave a distance between them, while Rihanna immediately opened the two eyes that had been closed since. Malik chuckled when he saw his wife's red face blushing. 

"Why do I still have a crush when I kiss you, Hunny?" malik asked, his hands stretched out again and landed on Rihanna's face. He rubbed the corners of his wife's lips that were slightly wet due to his actions using his thumb. 

"Because you always give a sudden attack, Hubby." 

"Do I have to ask permission before I kiss you?" 

"Not that –" 

The knock on the door, followed by the voice of a woman calling out Malik and Rihanna's names in turn, cut their conversation back. 

Malik turned to the door that kept on knocking, the voice of the mother also kept calling his name and the wife. She intends to walk towards the door, but Rihanna stops her steps. 

"Let me, Hubby" said Rihanna, holding her beloved husband's wrist. 

"Well, I took a shower, Dad!"

Rihanna nodded in agreement, then removed Malik's wrist which she had been holding onto. He walked slowly towards the door. Meanwhile, Malik immediately waltzed into the bathroom. 

"Yes, Mama. A minute!" Rihanna turned the door lock, then opened it.

As soon as the door of the room opened, Riani was stunned to see the new appearance of the son-in-law. The woman who was carrying the seeds of her offspring looked so beautiful and elegant with a long dress that did not care about the curves of her body, and the hijab was in color in line with the dress worn. 

"What's up, Mam?" rihanna asked puzzledly, her in-laws still silently not making the slightest sound. 

"This is really Rihanna, – my daughter-in-law?" ask in the heart. 

"Mom!" exclaimed Rihanna, her hand touched the shoulder softly until the middle-aged woman was slightly shocked. 

"Well!" riani was surprised. 

"Mommy why?" rihanna asked him a question. 

"Em, mommy's nothing. Rihanna, is this really you?"

"Yes, Mama. It's Rihanna. Is there anything strange?" 

"No, you're beautiful, honey!" 

Instantly Rihanna commented a relieved smile. He thought his appearance was really not suitable. However, the answers of her husband and in-laws both contain praise that she is getting beautiful. 

"You can wear a hijab, who teaches you? My mom hasn't taught you yet."

"Rihanna see tutorials on the internet, Mom. There are many beautiful hijab models. But Rihanna can only wear it like this" explains Rihanna. 

"Oh, has Malik seen?" 

"Udah, Mum." 

"Keep he said what?" 

Rihanna blushed again when she remembered the husband's praise. The red hue on the son-in-law's face can certainly be read by Riani well. 

"Malik says, Rihanna is like .. angel, Mam," he said honestly, her tone was almost inaudible. 

"From heaven to Malik." Riani seduces the son-in-law, until the woman's cheeks are increasingly red as a ripe tomato.