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Beyond a few groups of gray clouds moved slowly. Rayya took a breath, then stretched her hand. It's saturday. Shanaz clearance last night. He said that he wanted to do filial service as a child-visiting his parents who live in the suburbs. Rayya confirms her assistant's request. After all, this holiday there is no obligation to continue to take care of his superiors.

Indeed, from starting to separate the bed, Rayya was used to himself. Daus moved to another apartment. Although Rayya has not been told by Ibrahim and Mr. Han, they still insist not to tell where Daus lives, but Rayya believes that men like Daus, the laziest face congestion… will choose an apartment around the office area rather than a tread house.

Rayya guessed several possible reasons why Ibrahim Busro and Pak Han hid David's address. Do they think Rayya will ambush her ex-husband's house? Or are they afraid Rayya will follow the man like a stalker or a psychopath?

Holy hooch!

Rayya put up a vigilance when she heard someone open the door. He thought it was his assistant coming over due to a change of mind, but his guess was answered when not long ago a noisy voice emerged from the kitchen. It was probably Auntie, her housekeeper. Today he still has a schedule to go in and clean his house. He only had one day off each week, according to their agreement.

The woman thought, guessing the menu you want to eat later in the afternoon. It seems Rayya is interested in eating at home considering the cuisine of her domestic assistant is delicious. If on an ordinary day, Bibi does not cook because Rayya brings food after work. Aunty diligently prepared various foods, to support the recovery of Rayya's mood. Although indeed the woman was even comforting - forcing Shanaz to eat the food.

Rayya starts opening apps on her phone when someone calls her. He frowned as he read the name on the screen.

“Hal...”.

“Miss!” screeched at his assistant without warning.

“Naz! Why are you screaming like that? You don't have it anymore, do you?” his lips.

The woman on the phone breathed. “I'm serious, Miss!”

“Keep if you're serious, you can yell like that?” pep it cold. “Why do you call early in the morning? Want to ask your salary to go up? Can't, it's not time for performance appraisal.”

“Ih... Miss sentiment early in the morning,” protest. “I'm serious, Miss,” say again.

“You don't think this is serious? I've said, you can not ask for a raise now,” Rayya replied just simply, ngasal plus lazy. This part the woman had to hear the shrill voice of her assistant. He thinks this holiday, he can be free to do the activities he wants to do since yesterday. Rayya can meditate, exercise at the gym, run in a public park while breathing free air, or. contact his subscription spa and do treatments from head to toe.

But maybe his assistant needs something?

 “You really need money? If not, why did you call me at this hour?”

“Miss says so? Gini-gini I think the problem of money is not as desperate as it is. I will save a lot, I am a good boy, beautiful, diligent mourning, Miss!” flaunting.

Rayya sighed. “So what do you want? You miss me again? No, right?” jeered.

“Miss... seriously loh,” protest. “Miss have checked toktok yet?”

Rayya. “You think I'm lacking? When have you ever seen me play sosmed?”

Shanaz sighed, anxious. “Try Miss look,” she fast, then be quiet for a while. “That's try the video earlier Miss see bentar.”

Rayya gawking, “You said what the hell?”

“That's... just now Miss...that's how I just sent a video. Try Miss see bentar.”

Rayya frowned, then checked whazupp, opening the video she had just received. He blinked when he found a crowd of people. What are they doing?

His eyes dodged as he watched the footage his assistant sent, looking at the car he had driven. That's the car that belonged to her ex-husband. That thing looks terrible. The driver's glass is broken. Someone hit the roof of the car. The man then slumped, sat down and shouted in the parking lot. People are swarming more and more.

That... Daus! Rayya knew it was her ex-husband. He remembered his clothes yesterday, he remembered that yesterday when he met him in the study, David was wearing the shirt. He... is rampaging?

“Miss! That... it... really Sir....”.

“Naz! Where did you get this?”

“Anywhere trending, Miss..gossip account even had a selebgram from last night even on talking video Mr. Daus,” he replied.

Rayya gawked, half sleepy trying to read the situation. He was hungry, his stomach demanded to be filled with food. Although sometimes not breakfast, but Rayya every morning at least drink warm water. This, he had not even performed any morning ritual after waking up earlier. Suddenly he received some shocking news.

Her ex-husband was screaming hysterically, crying... raging in the parking lot while...calling name.... Rayya?!

“Bentar, Naz.. later I call,” he later disconnected the connection unilaterally.

Rayya sharpened his hearing, making sure that what he realized was really real. The man screamed, wept until he sobbed, then hugged a woman Rayya guessed was his new wife. But...why is Daus...yelling to say his name? Rayya made sure several times, opening another social media account. Sama.. Shanaz is right, in more crowded selebgrams.

Holy hooch!

“Rayya! Please tell how to...forget... Rayya?!”

For Christ's sake…! Daus still loves Rayya? Otherwise, why would he roar-begging so? Is it... He still hasn't forgotten Rayya? Is that...maybe because he loves Rayya? Does he still love her?

Rayya noticed some comments on the account.

This is why a gaping gap? Yes Allaah.

This... the gap why? Crazy bulls. Mas... You did a rampage there wrote another account insulting Daus blatantly.

The matter in his heart read the comment that harassed the man. Rayya could not lie that she still loved David regardless of the man's treatment of him. For Rayya, the Daus represents his life, a lifelong mission given by the Busro family.

Rayya only knew that in this life, he should serve the man. He no longer knows what to do. As if losing the purpose of life until later.. The video shows a fact, that..... that man-Daus still loves Rayya, right?!

Rayya read another comment.

I think he has not been able to mup on from his ex who shot it. He mentioned his ex-wife's name, wrote a comment.

Rayya was right, her hearing was normal. He heard the man's words so clearly and his name was mentioned many times. Daus cried but called his name.

That's not it?- reply to another comment, while tagging someone's media account. Holy hooch! That's Rayya's account. He remembered some time ago an account was created in the applicationgram by his cousin, Dhita. He said, crazy rich it needs to create an account in the media like this. They can educate people about anything. Because the Riches always attract the attention of many people.

“Alaaah, at most you just want to show off your life. Yeah, right?!” rayya's lips a few months ago.

This is yesterday Ceremei, right? He's that crazy rich huh? His ex-wife is also crazy rich. I think really, mas handsome has not been able to mengelupainan ex-another account comments.

Daus hasn't forgotten about it, has he?

“Naz!” after the phone was re-connected.

“Iya, Mi..”

“You know the address?”

“Ala... why? Who's Miss?” the assistant was confused.

Holy hooch!

“Home Mas Daus, Naz. Who else is it? What do you think, I again asked the home address upin ipin?!” rayya shouted annoyed.

“Kan I am not his assistant Mr. Daus, Miss.. why should I know Mr. Daus' house..”.

Rayya turned off the phone, impatient. His hand then pressed the number belonging to someone else.

“Hal...”.

“Halo Pak Han... You can tell me where is Mas Daus' house?”

The man fell silent, he digested Rayya's question.

“Pak... I beg you, I already know, Sir.. Grandfather forbid you to tell. But. it's a serious problem. It's between life or death, sir!” his screeches.

“Where?” ask the man to panic. “You talk about what?”

“Pak! Anyway I beg you, you tell me where Mas Daud's house is if you still want to see Mas Daus safe!”

Holy hooch! Was this a scare or did something happen? The old man went to war with his thoughts for some time before then calling out an address.

Just as he got it, Rayya stepped out of the room, half running towards the door.

“Non! Non... Non!” pekik Aunty when she saw her young Miss moving quickly opened the door. For God's sake.he was worried to find Rayya like a possessed man. Rayya even only wore sleeping pajamas in the form of sleeveless tops and knee-length pants made of silk, printing his body curves for the sake of snoring.

Yes Tuhaaan!

What would Rayya want to do with such half-naked clothes?

“Noon…! Non Rayya!” she screamed, turned briefly into Rayya's room, grabbed a cardigan hung on the edge of the room, then ran outside.

Holy hooch! The woman did not see the figure of her employer anywhere. He found the elevator moving, maybe Rayya had come down using the elevator. The old woman took a cell phone, contacted someone.

“Mr Ibrahim, it looks like something is wrong with Miss Rayya.”