His Virgin Ex Wife
Hello Rayya

Rayya tightens the cardigan. He looked up, looking up at the ceiling. It was still cloudy, just like the time he left the apartment this morning. The woman raised her hand and made a barrier a few inches from her eye. Even though the sun does not sting, it still feels dazzling.

He's holding a cell phone. After she came out of her ex-husband's apartment, Bibi waited for her and handed her a cardigan. He thaws then sighs. Love makes him behave like he's lost his mind. How could he leave the apartment dressed like this?

The current time shows at half-one. That means he fainted for a few hours in Daus' apartment. It's lunch time but he's not hungry. The pile of trouble suddenly made him full.

Holy hooch!

He frowned at the time remembering the incident when in the elevator earlier. Having satisfied his swearing, cursing his ex, hurried him away. Half-run he headed for the elevator. Aunt remained so faithful in following him. Then, just when it was almost perfectly closed, someone screeched.

“Wait!” screams loudly. The woman's hand almost pinched the door.

Rayya's reflex is bearded and then presses a door retaining button so that the fingers are not wedged. He shook his head when he found out about the culprit. The woman in front of him smiled sweetly.

“Handphone Mba missed,” he said holding out the square object. Rayya stared intently then although he was silent but still took the phone.

“Mba...,” he said then tried to prevent the elevator door from closing again. “I... apologize, Mba. For each error Mas..”.

“You.... who?” cut quick. Rayya growled softly. “Who do you think? Why do you dare apologize for representing Daus?”

“I'm his wife. I... his wife, Mba,” answers steady. “I represent Mas Daus. For each error, each problem that makes Mba uncomfortable, we. ask maa...”.

Rayya raised her hand, giving the code to end the woman's words. For God's sake..he thinks this is a trivial problem and can be solved with apologies like Eid al-fitri?

Does the woman assume after she apologizes then Rayya... can laugh happily? Does he think the dozen years of Rayya's youth will be able to be redeemed with this simple? Is he able to restore Rayya's happy life as simple as saying..sorry? Holy hooch!

“I'm sorry because surely Mba felt... not nyama..”.

“Sorry not sorry,” interrupted Rayya quickly. “As much as you apologize, sorry... I don't even care because in fact, I can't forgive you and don't want to forgive you.”.

Rayya half pushed him, then rushed he closed the elevator door. After he and his aunt returned to the ground floor, Rayya chose to lead to the park. He wore a gift cardigan from Bibi then asked the woman to return to the apartment. He wanted to be alone and chose to pass the time this afternoon by breathing the air in the garden of his apartment.

His pair of eyes discovered the strangeness and then grumbled softly. In front of him, a short distance away by a few meters, the men in black uniforms were watching. It was probably a bodyguard sent from his grandfather. He shook. Earlier this morning he contacted Mr. Han because of the video problem, so the news of their quarrel must have reached Ibrahim's ears.

Rayya almost wanted to cry as she stared at the small children in the distance. They look happy while holding their parents. He wonders. If.. if the marriage is going properly, in accordance with his predictions, then he must be happy with his husband. Those on holidays like this must be walking around or if not everywhere, they can spend the holidays just chatting together in the apartment, chatting while laughing, or visiting Grandpa.

He then remembered Daus's words. “I just... Small chances of having a child...”.

Rayya breathed as much as possible. Even if he has not been blessed with children, at least he with Daus can still be happy together. If Daus doesn't give up so soon. In fact, her ex-husband chose to give up on their circumstances.

What does it mean to prefer to marry another woman? Logically, if indeed the one who is unable to have children is Daus, then he married any woman for sure? Then if other women can, why can't Rayya?

Wh why?

Rayya tried to ease her anger, pausing it not to curse. He had embarrassed himself enough since this morning. If remembered, he should really start to stop his desire to invite Daus to refer. However, her ex-husband has rejected her, many times. Want by how else he asked, begged, begged, Daus.

How will he manage his future? She must have crossed off her ex-husband as soon as possible, stopped planning or just imagined that they would re-refer or build a happy family that could not really exist. In fact, if he had to be honest, Daus and his new wife looked more harmonious.

Rayya recalled Rinai's sweet smile. The woman could even apologize on behalf of Daus. If in the storybook, Rinai is like a female character who becomes a burden. She does so many useless activities like an apology for her husband, threatening Rayya and accusing him of taking her husband's position, and then! That woman once threatened Rayya with trouble.

Does he think his activities bring pleasure? Is going around in circles trying to get involved in such sensitive issues able to make it look great? Does she think... she would be a hero if... Rayya and her ex-husband forgive each other? Does he think... their problem can be as easily solved?

“Miss!” screech the woman.

Rayya keeps the phone away. “You... eat speaker?” peeved.

His opponent chuckled. “Miss if you've been kayak gini, means Miss already better.”

“You think I'm sick again? You... swear me to be sick?”

“Gosh! Astagfirullaah... Is that the mistress? Kan I care about Miss,” protest. “Miss where?”

Rayya looked at her apartment. “I... in the park.”

“Park...where?”

Rayya sighed. “I would like to say I am again at Dream Playground or at Universal Studio but unfortunately I am just sitting in the front garden of the apartment.”

Shanaz sobbing. “Later.. we mess around, Miss... we vacation together to...”.

“What are you doing again?” sela Rayya's.

“I... I again ride KRL,” he replied. “I... just back to it.”

Rayya. “You said holiday permit until tomorrow? Why did you come back so soon?”

“Nothing, Miss. After all, my parents have been given holiday gifts out of town as Mr. Ibrahim. I was asked to make nemenin Miss,” he replied.

Rayya could not guess why Ibrahim Busro was this good to him. Did Mr Ibrahim owe him or to Rayya's family in the past? Is it possible.. Ibrahim knew about Rayya's family? Who're they? Why... People like Ibrahim can be so good like this?

“Miss wait a minute. Most immediately I reached the kok,” voice of his assistant returned Rayya from a momentary daydream.

Rayya. “It looks like it's raining. You told me to wait? You... want me to rain?”

“Oh...”.

“I want to go into the apartment. Later you go directly in,” and then hang up the phone.

Rayya froze for some time when a hand stuck out in front of her face.

“Halo, Rayya... You still remember me?”

The woman frowned then looked straight. He hurried alert. Strangely enough, the bodyguards were indifferent as if to throw this man away. Rayya. He was confused when the guards even looked trivial.

  The man was tall, legs long, cut hair so neat, then dressed in a collared shirt with a brand. Not the output of a famous brand even though the price touches several hundred thousand. But.it was not the item Rayya wanted to buy. That's too. used by a million people.

Who is the commoner-commoner who... dare to invite him to shake hands? How much does he have confidence? How great is this guy?

Rayya opened up the memory labyrinth in her head. List of clients, partners, important people, work relations, anyone he has met but....who is he?

The man suddenly chose to sit next to him. He smiled again, extending his hand. “Halo Rayya, I. Iman, brother of the bride.”.