His Virgin Ex Wife
Then how do you want it?

Daus was still daydreaming as Rayya stepped away. For God's sake, he didn't even understand if this visit was real or a dream. Remembering he had just woken up and his consciousness was still scattered. Some time ago he just blinked, rubbed his eyes, then tried to stay focused, did not go back to sleep when Rayya rambled at length. He sat holding back the sleepiness. He instilled confidence that Rayya-the woman who spoke in a whining tone, sulking it was really Rayya, his ex-wife who might be in khilaf.

When opening his eyes, the important thing that makes him-forcibly to stay awake is Rayya's existence. As he remembered, he had fallen asleep after eating. He was so sleepy considering his eyes tired because he immediately checked the projected loss/profit report of the product to be launched next year.  He was busy thinking from morning, suffering from exhaustion, then his eyes fell asleep for a moment and when he woke up, Rayya sat watching him.

What the….

How does karma mean? By God, he remembers doing a lot of good today. He did not scold or curse anyone. He even smiled at his employees. He did not cheat in any form to anyone. He never even thought, in the slightest, of betraying this company. Then... Which karma will he get? If the karma in question is in the form of low back pain, well. Daus has felt this session. Considering he continues to be in the same chair today, then he has got it.

Daus sighed then pinched his forehead, dizzy. It attracts some children with hair, giving the sensation of being attracted to the nerve groups present in the head. Perhaps in this way, his consciousness could be gathered perfectly.

He stared at the plastic wrap on the table. It was Rayya's gift. The man was silent for a few seconds and then opened it. Several times he flipped through the contents of the plastic and then muttered. He had not even finished the lunch that his wife had brought him, now Rayya gave him a salad.

Two servings? Did she want to invite him to eat together? But why not be? The man snorted, he remembered earlier responding to him cynically. Daus rubbed his face, was he too rough, huh? Should he treat Rayya more kindly? But what if the woman wants him back. Wasn't that Daus supposed to make Rayya hate him-stop wanting him?! However... what is the need to be rude and strict every time you meet him?

He stared at Rayya's plastic package and then changed to observe the lunch box from his new wife. There is a big difference between Rayya and Rinai. Rayya is a woman who simply does not want to bother. Maybe because he uses a lot of time and energy to take care of the company, then about other things he tends to choose practicality. He knew that he hated vegetables. Yes already so, Rayya gave him fruits as a substitute, ensuring the intake of vitamins and fiber is maintained.

Rinai is different. When he found out how much the man hated vegetables, he did a lot of research on why, what, how could he hate them? Giving questions of sorts, just finding out what he could do to help Daus and making peace with the food. So then the woman did some sort of experiment.

He uses a visual technique starting with blending, chopping, pulverizing, filtering and cooking by steaming, heating, frying, in the oven… then next he served a variety of processed vegetables that Daus did not even imagine before. He was once surprised when he ate a delicious nugget with a composition of many vegetables. There are also batagor, risoles ragout, bakwan and omelet using a variety of vegetables but mashed so soft that he did not see it, even he recently wanted to taste noodles made from vegetables.

Though he knows that out there, there are many forms of processed vegetables but, Rinai so eagerly made him want to eat the food that he had been avoiding. He was getting used to eating vegetables. If Rayya found out, he would be amazed to know how many servings of vegetables in a Daus plate.

Blessing Rinai can be that easy. Seeing him proud when the man spent a lot of food the results of the experiment Rinai. The woman smiled widely, very widely and then gave a happy hug. Turns out, making her feel so happy was easy. What's so great about spending a plate of nuggets?

For Daus, Rinai's ‘trophy of happiness’ is quite easy. As easy as he dared to eat a cuisine consisting of a variety of vegetables, as easy as he dared to ride a public vehicle because, according to Rinai, it is the basic provision of life considering, as well as the, there will be times when we need public transportation when pressed. Then the next one is as easy as saying sorry, please, and thank you. Is it all that hard? Rinai is right?

Just... why is it that some time is getting here.. The level of the woman's challenge is getting more complicated? Now he dared to interfere in the company's problems.  What does that woman mean? Their life is not a Mario Bross game that is getting leveled up, it will be more difficult.

Daus pulled the phone and then pressed a number. “Ha...”.

“Halo, Mas!” the woman's screams just as the second ring is heard. He answered David's phone very quickly.

The man sighed. “You ta...”

“I'm cooking, Mas! Make more cake from spinach..!”.

 Daus frowned suddenly back dizzy. He could not speak that the woman always interrupted him. What was he talking about anyway? How cake? A spinach? He just knew that all green vegetables can be made cake.

He breathed a long breath. “There's something I want...”.

“Bentar...bentar first, I've matured, Mas. I picked up ben...”

“Rinai!” pekik Daus was upset. “I need to talk to you!” anger later.

“Ma... s?” replied the woman. “You... why Ma...”.

“Stop!” annoyed screams. “Can you wait a minute, give me a chance to talk. You interrupted my talk!”

The woman snorted. Then she complied with her husband's request.

“I want to ask you, did you go straight home?”

Rinai sighed. “Iya, just now.. from the office.. I go directly... go home,” he replied softly.

Daus was silent, trying to wait for him to say or admit his mistake. For a long time, they were just silent, silent and kept their minds.

“You were straight home or.. Is there something you want to tell me?” inquiringly.

The woman fell silent, persisting even though her husband asked questions.

“Rayya said that you...”.

“So I just stopped by Mba Rayya's room,” he said slowly.

Daus snorting. “What do you want?”

“Kan.. I want to play, please, Mas. Can't you?”

What the….

Yes Tuhaaan! Holy hooch! What the hell is on that woman's mind?

“Create what? Why do you fight with Rayya?”

“Mas! I'm not fighting! I came well, he was the one who said I was like that. I'm the one being said, Mas! You don't know the real reality..”

“Mas... but I...”.

“Understanding?!” he insisted without hearing any reason.

Rinai sighed. “My intentions are good, Mas. I'm just..”.

“What's free? Just what? You just want to interfere!”

“Mas!” the woman did not accept.  “I'm your wife, Mas. Am I not authorized to do this to you?”

Daus kneading the head. “What howl? Try saying, how do you mean?”

Rinai grunts. “I just want to help you. I don't want Grandpa to choose love, Mom. Why did Grandpa suddenly change your positions? Is it because Mba Rayya talks to Grandpa?”

“Rinai!” Daus gave a rough screech. “You if you don't understand the problem, mending stop meddling! Okay?!”

Rinai was silent for a long time. “If indeed your wife does not know anything, yes Mas kasih understand. Tell you, Mas. Let me understand, let me not be stupid very.”.

“I never insulted you like that. You judge yourself..”.

“I'm a fool, Mas. Compared to Mba Rayya, I am nothing. I know nothing, I can only do things according to my limitations. I'm fighting for your position, Mas!” the truth is, I know.

Daus was grieving, laughing at his naive and pretentious wife. He's the kind of misfortune hero who's really bad luck.

“If I don't know anything. Try to think, every time we have sex. You just want to be limited to foreplay, you love me reasons. I feel you're rejecting me, Mas. Continue.. I want to try to greet Grandpa, you always refuse, you say that Grandpa still does not want to accept me. You also deny me how you. You don't let me interfere in our affairs, Mas!” his protest.

“I am your wife what is a display, Mas?” his question was holding back the sobbing.

Daus sighed, letting his wife spill feelings.

“I'm trying to learn to make you comfortable, so you'll do it with me. I think this may be because I am less beautiful than Mba Rayya, so I have started treatment. Just so you can touch me, Mas!” his screeches.

“You... said.. said Grandpa didn't want to accept me yet. If you continue to refuse, you do not want me to play with Grandpa, if you do not want me to approach Grandpa, when will Grandpa want to accept me?” his protest.

“And.. I just stopped by Mba Rayya's room. I'm just saying that he shouldn't have harmed you. Is he not shy to take the position ka..”.

“Ray! Stop!” suddenly Daus's strangest. “You can already talk about it?”

They were silent, long enough. Someone began to sob, venting anger along with sadness. Another, holding his own warring anger in the heart, prevents unnecessary events from happening.

“I don't understand, Mas. I don't know, but I want to know. Can't you tell me yet?”

“Not yet... I can't talk to you yet,” replied Daus quickly.

Rinai took a breath, entering the obstructed air in the nose. “Marriage needs honesty, Mas.. We need to be open to each other,” demands.

“But I can't talk to you yet,” replied Daus firmly. “I just ask you to trust me.”

“Mas. Everything is always wrong with me. I was wrong, I knew nothing and was always blamed. How do you want? I keep having to how?” tanyanya frustration.

“You trust me enough,” replied Daus firmly.

“If you want me to believe, tell me what's really going on. So that I understand, I don't think of anything.”

“Ngak... I cannot tell you yet.” Daus asserted without being denied. “I want you to trust me.”

“How can I believe that I didn't say anything?” exacting.

“I... can't tell you yet. I just ask you to trust me...”.

“I can't!” reject firmly. “Mas should have said why did Mas do all this? Where is my fault, my mother? Am I not allowed to ask for an explanation to my own husband?”

“I... can't say anything yet. I just want you to believe!”

“Mas!” the pursuit did not accept.

“You... can't trust me?” tanyanya cold. “You want to know but I cannot tell you yet. I want you to believe, but you say you can't...”.

Both of them quietly chose to be busy with their anger, feeling that each other was right.

“How do you want it? What... do you think, we... better get divorced?”