His Virgin Ex Wife
Her Ex's Wedding

There's only one word that represents Rayya's appearance today, right. Imagine how a coffee lover who sip and smell the aroma of coffee produced by famous barista concoction. That's the look of a Tsurayya this afternoon.

Her hair was styled simply with bangs that closed her forehead. The back is made a loose bun ala messy hair. Polished face with natural makeup makes him not only impressed three or six years younger, Rayya even looks like a teenager who will attend school graduation events! For God's sake! No Busro family can imagine that a Tsurayya can be seen “semenyemeny” this.

Oh God, she did that!

The danger, do not forget the kebaya that Rayya wore. For God's sake, the one who saw it also knew that it was the result of classy stitching-Haute couture-said people, which was impossible to obtain in just any department store!

The kebaya is transparent on the shoulders, showing clearly the protruding collarbone and how tall Rayya's neck is. The flower embroidery was taped neatly, crosswise over the chest and then encircling her arms. With pleats on the chest, reinforce the woman's “aset”, adding a provocative impression. But.. the combination of soft color and innocent memorable shade makes it like an innocent teenager who! Taylor Swift is known for a nightmare dressed like a day dream.

Not excessive actually if the slick kebaya in tune with golden silk songket cloth is called nightmare. To get it, Rayya's assistant had to circle the capital and spend days preparing schedules and appointments with a number one kebaya designer in Indonesia. He even begged that the clothes could be done in the shortest time and time, narrowing in between the busy preparing clothes for the Puteri Indonesia contest at Miss Universe!

The hassle began when an invitation landed on Rayya's desk one and a half months ago. Just when he saw the maroon-colored paper with golden glowing writing, his heart seemed to be leaping. He did not believe what he saw. In the next instant, he called Shanaz, his trusted assistant and let him prepare everything he needed.

“The clothes should fit. For God's sake, Naz! I don't want to look like a birthday clown and be the moons of the Busro elders!” she was half hysterical.

His assistant even frowned in disbelief, questioning what true this woman in her presence was Tsurayya Busro, someone famous for her legendary elegance and serenity. Tsurayya had negotiated with state officials and rolled out a trillions of rupiah project that the government had almost frozen without the slightest panic. But that day it was as if all his emotions were spilling over. Like a time bomb, Rayya “exploded” and issued a series of silly commands that made her assistant suddenly want to faint. Perhaps if possible, he would rather be fired than carry out Rayya's request.

“No, can't be too conservative! It can make me look like a pathetic old lady!” half a squeal. Shanaz almost chuckled when he heard his boss. Which old lady wears Louboutin with fifteen centimetres right?!

“The power must be precise. The cutting should not be too stiff. Don't be a new flea, for Christ's sake! It's soo years even maybe winter. It is a long last model, but I do not want to be considered a twin with the eyes of Busro. But remember, please make sure the piece is not too abstract. Later I was suspected of wearing curtain fabric!”

Holy hooch!

Shanaz almost squealed loudly but his consciousness quashed the urge, keeping his mouth shut, tight. As she recalled, even though Rayya had the heaviest bad day with the worst clothes, she never looked ugly or messy. So, what model kebaya can make a Rayya as if wearing curtain cloth?!

“Don't be cheap! For God's sake, put some swarowski on! I do not want to be suddenly destitute by the big family of Busro. But don't overdo it! Later people think I put flickering lights on my kebaya! And. please embroidery also do not need to be too abundant. I don't want people to consider me a walking flower garden,”.

“Make sure his subordinates songket cloth that has been sewn into a skirt, do not just molded sarong! I don't want my shirt sagging!” coined.

Rayya sighed and looked straight. “Make sure the kebaya is quite interesting. Yeah, just interesting enough.not what makes me the center of attention! I don't want to be considered as desperate as that to the point of thirst for attention!” emphatically.

Shanaz remained silent with a smile, pretending to be calm even though his head was full of tangled threads. The shadow of the kebaya models he had seen was as if none of them met the criteria Rayya had asked for. He wondered for himself which planet he should look for a kebaya that met each of these criteria his superiors mentioned. He even almost toppled over when suddenly Rayya approached and stood right a few inches in front of him.

“Where? You can, find a kebaya that fits me?!”

Shanaz felt dizzy almost crying. How to get Rayya's “pas” version clothes? The fit is not conservative but not too abstract, interesting but not flashy, simple but at the same time luxurious. Instantly the list of boutiques in the subscription list no one deserves to qualify. Suddenly, she felt the same fate as Anne Hathaway in Devil Wears Prada!

There was only one thing in Shanaz's mind at the time, he had to get an appointment with the number one kebaya designer in the country. For God's sake, the lay tailor will not be able to fulfill the wishes of his boss even though he kayang and bergundungan around Tugu Pancoran.

Then, the quest paid off when Rayya slickly put on that dream outfit. Even each step looks like a model in a fashion show. They do not know.Busro's extended family sitting together under the tent will not know. Nor did they know that at this time, despite her cementitious clothes, with this beautiful makeup, her mind was wounded. But he can't lose. His head should remain upright, his steps should be precise.

Yes, not a figure of speech. Rayya had to make sure her feet landed in the right place. One of them will slip or splash in a mud pit. The rain yesterday afternoon left a puddle of water and soft ground like quicksand, making his shoe rights sank several times. For God's sake, if he knew this event in the middle of the village, then he would agree to his assistant's suggestion to wear the low-heeled shoes that he almost brought.

Rayya should have known that a small island like this would not have been possible to have such a luxurious building to hold such a grand event. Of course, even if there is a multipurpose building, it will not be able to accommodate the many guests who must come to this event.

“Gosh!” his screeches suddenly as his feet tread the puddle which turned out to be quite deep. Rayya shook her head in disbelief and resigned when she saw the bottom of her songket cloth was splashed and turned turbid “Yes Lord!” mumbling again.

“Excuse me... filler... yes Lord... excuse me!” strangle him a few times while trying to get into the middle of the circle. His gaze began to catch the object he had hunted. In the distance, a couple of brides were sitting sweetly and smiling shyly. The men in silat-style uniforms showed several scenes. No matter what style, Rayya does not know..do not want to know because.for God's sake, his eyes never one bit separated from the two brides.

The woman gripped the bag while adjusting the breath that began to sting. Rayya had challenged himself to a marathon race and for God's sake, his fatigue at that time would never be comparable to his current fatigue. Perhaps, draining the well with a spoon was still more pleasant than staring at the scene before him.

His strength weakened even as his footing faltered. His feet began to be unable to resist the urge of the citizens crowding and jostling to watch the ongoing event. Rayya then realized that no matter how hard he tried, just as he watched - ascertaining how happy the man was sitting in the guarantee, he had already lost.

At that point, he paid no heed to the residents' encouragement and began to step away from the crowd. Slowly he retreated in limping. Suddenly a man accidentally pushed her. He may be too tired, resigned if indeed he had to topple in the puddle. For God's sake, what other pride should he keep after such a huge defeat?

“You... is it okay?” a voice resuscitated Rayya. Stripped his consciousness and restored common sense in an instant. In the next instant, he was already in the scene almost cuddling with a man, as if to remind him of a Korean drama.

Yes, that guy is handsome but what else? Rayya was not a teenager yesterday afternoon who was easily charmed by the tall cheeked man in a neat suit and above average face. Please remind her slick combed haircut and masculine scented body that as if scattering pheromones on anyone women nearby including Rayya! A second later, Rayya straightened her back and then brushed off the man's hand that was still attached to her back. Though he just wanted to make sure that Rayya was still able to stand back.

“Sorry,” he said raise both hands and keep your distance. “No thanks?” hatch the man while staring at Rayya who immediately turned around, back “dansa” among the puddles.

“No thanks?” pekiknya enthusiastic then followed Rayya's movement. This scene was recorded clearly by the large family of Busro who were still faithfully gathered under the tent edge of the field.

“Yes Lord!” the man screamed as he caught Rayya who was about to slip. Rayya then brushed off the hard hand. “Again? No thanks?” sue him with a smile and pick up Rayya's handbag which, fortunately, is not immersed in the puddle.

Rayya began to feel uncomfortable when he believed himself to be the object of the lips of the elders Busro. For God's sake, they looked at Rayya as if this was a cheap movie scene! Rayya's risking her reputation here. Even if her pride has been defeated since, at least she has to prove that she is not an easy woman. She remains a Rayya, a respectable woman who has the strongest heart among the women of Busro.

“Tasmu,” squeals the man as Rayya starts to drift away. Rushing he chased after the woman and blocked her path.

“If you want to thank me, I can't. I never asked you to save me,” Rayya said calmly. He knew that Grandpa Busro had never educated her to be a woman without manners. But, seeing how persistent this man followed him from earlier made Rayya careless.

Another thing he learned from Grandpa Busro was to read his interlocutors. Rayya dared to risk her skills only to judge that this man was interested in her, maybe well. I'm sorry, if he thinks that his ability can make Rayya melt, he's wrong. Ooh... or maybe he's just one of the business colleagues, who pretend to be good to Rayya for the sake of finding interest? Hmh!

The dream!

“I Faith, Sulaiman..” he said quickly while extending a hand.

Rayya stared lazily and raised one eyebrow. Without hesitation he pushed the man, showing how insignificant the information he heard was. Rayya prepared to step up and ignore the man.

“Your bags,” he said as he held out a colorful, colored square object that glittered under the sun.

If you don't remember your phone and your wallet in that bag, Rayya won't stop stepping.

“Tas you,” repeat it while coming back closer and standing right in front of Rayya. His hand held firmly as Rayya tried to snatch the bag. “Iman, my name is Iman,” he said and reached out again. “I don't know your name yet.”

Rayya. His forehead frowned and his eyes looked straight, seeking the truth of the man's words. By God...What kind of lies does he hear? This guy doesn't know what kind of woman he's dealing with? He doesn't know Rayya?

The man smiled. His eyes were rounded as if making sure he was so pleased with their introduction. His overly enthusiastic attitude made Rayya realize that the man in front of him really did not know him.  Wait, that guy... really doesn't know who the interlocutor is?

“I am not a bad man,” he said with a smile. “I Faith, brother of the bride,”. His wide smile hinted at how proud he was of his status. Maybe he was so proud to be the older brother of the happy woman at the party. But it could be, he just showed off for being the brother-in-law of a distinguished family who... his name is on the list of the richest people in business magazines?!

Rayya smiled and grieved softly. With a firm step, he approached and welcomed the man's helping hand. “Rayya, Tsurayya Busro.. i. ex-wife of the groom,” he said with a cold smile.