His Virgin Ex Wife
she's a walking flower pot?

Time for lunch but Rayya still looks busy with a pile of reports in the computer. Not too troublesome because when his position was still a Finance Manager first, he was used to doing Daus's work. They used to exchange tasks, so the work of the Strategy and Operations Manager was actually used to doing. But still, the handover gave a lot of additional work because there were some reports that needed to be changed, adjusted considering that when they had not exchanged positions yesterday, the final decision was the authority of the Daus, even though Rayya gave advice… but the man chose. The decision is now with Rayya. Hence, he is free to make whatever his choice is.

His forehead folded right when someone entered the room. The woman frowned to find the uninvited woman was looking at her straight without fear.

“Mba, we need to talk,” the door forced.

“Shanaz!” peekik Rayya's. “Shanaz!” repeat when the woman may be busy out of nowhere, yet to answer.

“Mba, we need to talk,” sue the woman again then step closer.

Rayya snatched the phone then pressed a number. He yelled annoyed, “Where are you?” a few seconds they spoke then his assistant half ran inside.

“Astaghfirullaah!” she screamed at the woman when she entered the room. “Sorry Miss, I was new from mushollah,” replied Shanaz slowly.

“Naz, I don't think it's my birthday. Why did you send the clown's birthday?”

Shanaz mendelik has not believed the words of his superiors. Rayya said what? He chose to step outside, alon-alon-back giving the two men a chance to start talking. He does not want to be bothered or even get dragged into trouble between them.

“Mba!” the guest was angry.

Rayya sighed checking every inch of the appearance of the woman who still dared to stare intently before him. He really did not understand, how does this woman taste?! Her body was tiny but she was wearing an overdose of clothes like this. He was wearing a tank top with pink gonjreng. On the outside, he wears a cardigan with a choice of fuschia colors. Don't forget the fluffy skirt-it looks like it's her favorite choice, which is red blushing.

Holy hooch!

How could her ex-husband choose this woman to get rid of Rayya? The woman knew that David's new wife's clothes had material she could at first glance judge if the clothes were purchased at one of the famous boutiques. Rayya had seen it when doing window shopping on one of the shopping sites. But.. For Tuhaan's sake!

Rayya does not want to be pretentious to judge or want to be a fashion police but, other people also understand Rayya's confusion. This woman wears flowers. The top is both outside and inside with floral patterns. The inflate skirt also has a large flower motif. The bag has a flower decoration. Then.. look! His shoes also have pearl flower accents.

Fortunately, the woman had plain hair, meaning not to use any accessories in the form of flowers. Maybe.. later he was afraid that someone would think he was a walking flower pot!

Is she stuttering fashion or what? Why does his behavior look so original to wear like this? Although he wears expensive clothes, but the choice impressed the origin of the temple.

And her ex-husband, impressed at the origin of marriage if the choice is like this!

“Hm!” The woman cleared her throat, which felt tight from holding back a lump of emotion.

Rayya stared intently and began to be cautious as she stepped closer, pulling the chair right in front of the desk.

“Mba thought... am I afraid of mbak?”

The woman squeezed her fingers then snorted furiously. “I don't think we need to, please say this.”

“I don't think we even need to talk like this. You're not my fan, are you? I no longer ngadain kangen,” cibirnya fast, as if evict his guest blatantly.

“Mba, we need to talk,” sergeant that woman.

Rayya stared hard. “Is there anything we need to discuss?”

“There!” the woman answered quickly. “It's about.. Mba position exchange same Mas Daus,” he added.

Rayya laughed scornfully. He looked straight. “You.... who? Why can you be this brave talking about the position in the company? As long as you know..Even the elders of Busro still quite know themselves and do not dare to interfere with Grandpa's decision,” his hiss is rude.

“Didn't Mbak feel that this is weird?” insinuations. “The grandson of my grandfather Mas Daus, my husband, Mba,” he added, blatantly affirming his relationship with Daus. “Masa Mba does not feel how it is..create the position Mas...”.

“How did you say? Call you say?” quickly serge.

“Logikanya it, Mba.. Grandpa will not give it if Mba does not nge-”.

“That logic, yes..you wouldn't want to be this brave if you knew what Grandpa was to me. As far as I know, you are forbidden to call Grandpa to Mr. Ibrahim,” he said. “You realize who you are? What is your position? You dare to accuse me?”

His hands squeezed the fingers and then looked up at the bitch. “A fool knows, Mba. If Mba does not tease Grandpa, surely Grandpa is not as fond as Mba,” reply rough.

Rayya chuckled cynically then stared without a blink. “Even fools understand that I am after Mr Ibrahim, why should I bother marriage with Mas Daus? I could marry Grandpa and have children and get rid of Mas Daus who was just a grandson. Understand?” hissing again.

The woman knew that she was losing, crushing. His hands were clenched and his emotions almost exploded. He took a breath and controlled his anger. “Mba is a smart woman, Mba can get a position even though it is not a rival with Mas Daus. For what?” tanyanya. “What is not afraid of karma?”

What the….

Rayya tried not to flush him with a glass of water on his desk. That woman dares to talk about what nonsense? Wh why? The karma? What karma?

Rayya never even hurt Daus on purpose, let alone trying to snatch Ibrahim's affection. Even so far the Daus who more often hurt Rayya, do a lot of bullying and ridicule him. Not to mention his childhood was full of bullying by the families and elders Busro. Then... if his life is so dark, what kind of karma should Rayya accept later?

If he didn't think about his grandfather's kindness, he wouldn't want to be part of the Busro family. It is better to live free without burden. Even when she saw her ex-husband remarry, Rayya was getting ready to leave. But Grandpa Busro asked him to stay here. It was not Rayya who did not want to go, he was forbidden to go.

Rayya stared straight then chuckled, scorning her guest. “You... don't talk about karma if you don't know anything,” he mocked. “Fear instead later. you and Daus are precisely affected by karma.”.