first encounter with my husband's family.

A woman approached the table where Safira, Davino, and his father were conversing in a moderately depressing tone.

The woman stared at them in a black dress that was too small for her, and her haughty yet elegant gait gave the impression of an antagonist from a story. Her lips formed a lopsided smile.

Anyone would be prepared to pause their activities for a moment to take in the woman's beauty, which is further emphasized by the dramatic sound of shoes hitting the ground.

Mr. Barat, Davino's father, who is about 67 years old, smiled warmly at the sight of a woman who looked extremely mature but yet looked gorgeous and graceful in a garment that covered her small body and had half-thigh cleavage. The woman sat brazenly next to Mr. Barat while lifting one leg to reveal her thigh.

The woman clung to Pak Barat without making any embarrassing motions, placing her hands on his shoulders and beaming affectionately. He also quickly kissed Mr. West's jaw.

Mr. Barat embraced the woman's waist w