His Virgin Ex Wife
rayya's threat

Rayya brought a package of food that he had ordered. The steps are normal, normal, not sooner or later. She did not rush to her ex-husband's room. But in his heart there was a sense of annoyance, and he wanted to spill his emotions on the man because of the arrival of his new wife. On the theory of how the hell did that woman dare teach him nonsense? Maybe he got drunk last night. That's why he dared to babble in his room.

Rayya admitted, half her mind wanted to quickly come to the man-hurry and on the other hand, she was not too willing to meet her ex-husband because she wanted to make peace with the situation. Meeting his ex to deal with a real trivial problem will even make his wound open, again. Therefore, he chose to walk normally.

The woman looked at the secretary's desk. Where are they going? The two men who became Daus' secretary went together? This is indeed lunch but..they can not if alternately break? Rayya shook his head in astonishment, what's the point of paying employees that much if they can't even arrange a break? What if an important phone came in? Does the boss need to answer for himself?

Wasteful!

It is better to pay one employee. Even Rayya only has a secretary concurrently as a personal assistant. Although the salary he gave was greater than the standard of ordinary employees, but not so expensive compared to lifting two secretaries at once.

The woman stepped up, pushing the door slowly. He frowned when the air conditioner lit up. But the man did not see anywhere. She muttered that maybe her ex-husband left and forgot to deactivate the ac-air conditioner. In fact, their company is aggressively campaigning to go green and save electricity, for the sake of the preservation of the earth, he said, but instead it turns out the board of directors do waste.

He stepped quickly towards the remote hanging on the wall. He screamed in surprise when he saw someone sleeping on the sofa. Holy hooch! Fortunately, the man was not surprised. He was still asleep, not hearing the woman's screams.

Rayya undoes the intention then chooses to approach the sofa. He placed a package containing two portions of food that he brought. In silence, Rayya observes her ex-husband.

The man had pliable eyelashes, both of his eagle eyes were adorned with thick eyebrows. His hair was curly, the man had never forgotten the hair gel since he entered puberty. His appearance reflects that the man is a human type who attaches importance to appearance.

Rayya snorts. How can this type of man have a wife who even. Where....who the hell taught his new wife to choose clothes? If he is not good at sorting clothes, why not hire a stylist? At least it's not embarrassing like that.

Yes Tuhaaan!

Rayya shuddered right when her memory of the woman's appearance came back, when she met him an hour ago. He bought clothes for sale or what? As if the original choose, as long as it has a famous brand, as long as it looks good, it is wear-taped to his body. Even God knows that Rayya's Barbie collection used to be, wearing more fashionable and normal clothes.

He sighed then looked towards the dining box on the table. Did his ex have lunch with his new wife? Was it before she met him, that he ate with Daus? Luckily Rayya mesan salad because even if the man had eaten, he could have eaten it later.

The sauce doesn't like vegetables but if it's fruit, whatever it receives. With a note of not being a sow or sour, the man would not refuse it. So Rayya added salad or fruit soup as a dessert rather than a sweet snack.

“Hai, Mas,” said the woman was friendly when her ex-husband opened his eyes. The man nodded in surprise when he saw it.

“What are you doing?” The man wakes up and corrects the position of the body. He rubbed his eyes and then checked the clock on his phone.

“You've eaten?” asked Rayya kindly. His eyes were staring at the dining box on the table.

The man took a breath. “It seems it is not your obligation to check my meal schedule,” answered coldly.

“I bring Mas our favorite salad, just in case you have not eaten fruit,” he continued ignoring the words ketus ex-husband.

Rayya laughed mockingly. He then stared at the fingers, still ignoring how cold the man's reaction was. Some days he paints his nails in different colors. Usually, he chooses to wear one color but, because he wants to refresh his mind, he wants to when Shanaz proposes colorful cuttings in nail art shop. At least when he faced such an annoying moment like this, Rayya could smile observing his adorable nails.

“Thank you,” said Daus suddenly.

Rayya turned her head, looking at the man

“Thank you,” repeat. “You... can exit ‘kan? Next time you don't have to bother..”.

“Mas,” cut Rayya fast. Her lips were smiling sweetly but her eyes were staring hard. “I... also want that.. I really don't want to see you. I am also lazy if I have to deal with problems outside the office business like this. Anyway it is enough that you mgebuang I continue to replace me with lenong members so..”.

“Rayya!” the man's scream was held back. “Mas think, you have no right to insult the woman of choice Mas.”

Rayya then laughed heartily. “I am not kepingin ngehina ondel-ondel choice Mas. I even took care of your household drama. Any woman as good as me deserves to be happy, right?”

Daus was still speechless when he heard Rayya again insulting his new wife. A tenong? The ondel-ondel? Is his new wife that bad?

“I am lazy loh ngurusin you. But the problem is, Mas...he first came to me,” said the woman furious. Although this woman used a spoiled-sounding tone made-up because it was disgusting. This woman never even wanted to humble herself for simply attracting sympathy. Asked to pretend spoiled for the sake of sympathy was emoh.

Then what makes Rayya suddenly dabble like this to make Daus almost mumble? Wait... Did he say why?

“Mas know belom? Your new wife.when she suddenly came into my room. Then....,” the wedges, still using a spoiled-sense-menye tone.

“Masa, Mas. Kayak ngedongeng that,” he continued.

Daus cringing. Someone, can anyone explain why Rayya is this horrible?

“Mas... even more strange, he told me about karma...!” her stranglehold is as tight as Dora and her monkey when she finds clues in the adventure series .

Yaay! Like those.

“Mas!” Rayya again tried to make Daus focus on his words. His eyes instantly became agitated. He glanced without a blink. “Please next time, teach your new wife yes. If you want a story or a fairy tale about. karma...” Rayya sighed, emphasizing all her words, each word especially karma in a sweet but mocking tone sadistic.

Daus is still trying to interpret the meaning of these sentences.

“Please tomorrow-tomorrow you tell him, Mas. If he wants to talk about karma, don't be grandiose. Fear not, not me. but you. What if later... karma turns to attack you?”