His Virgin Ex Wife
Rayya and twinkle sprinkle li'l star

Rayya opened her eyes when she heard someone knocking on her bedroom door. He did lock it because he felt tired, did not want to be disturbed. But he forgot that his assistant was too excited if there was an urgent problem. The sense of patriotism that his assistant had definitely made him the spirit of doing anything like.

The woman nodded, sighing. He chose to snatch the phone that was placed on the nightstand, too lazy to step open the door. Maybe it feels like he needs to change the bedroom door using a fingerprint door only but. later Shanaz who is happy because it would feel more free to disturb Rayya because of work problems.

"What?" asked Rayya lazily. He blinked and then yawned. His body was weak and sleepy. The right combination to laze on the mattress.

"Miss, told to eat."

Rayya. "Who's the guy?"

"Eeemm... eat alone, indeed Miss wants to eat with whom?"

He patted the forehead. I think he chose the less fitting sentence. "Who does not mean to eat, I mean who dares to tell to eat? You dare tell me, Naz? You dare...gatur me?"

"God... Astaghfirullaah.I am afraid of the quality of the whole Miss like that. Where dare I. Anyway, why did Miss call instead of opening the door?"

Rayya snorts. "Lazy.. If you say, I'm a mager."

"Yes God... Miss Rayya has sintered, now!" his praise.

Rayya hears Shanaz's footsteps stepping away from the door. Maybe the woman gave up on forcibly opening Rayya's door. "Who would dare to tell me?"

Shanaz sighed. "Mr Ibrahim."

Rayya then sat down, on standby with his assistant's information. "So Grandpa stopped by here?"

"Ng. But Mr. Ibrahim called me, many times. Mr. Ibrahim said that I should make sure Miss Rayya gets up and has dinner tonight" he explained.

Rayya. "You can tell me I've eaten, rather than disturb my sleep" he said.

"No, Miss. Lying can be a sin. Does Miss want to giggle if I... sin?"

Holy hooch! Rayya patted the forehead. His own sins may have been overflowing, the time did he have to bear the sins of his assistant as well?

"Auntie said that all day Miss would not eat. Hence, tonight Miss ate, yes," Shanaz persuaded.

Slowly, Rayya heard the woman turn on the news on tivi. "Have you eaten?"

"Just snacking on cyantics," he replied then giggled.

Rayya understood the meaning of her assistant. He must have been playing with new equipment. Rayya ordered a coffee machine. From several machines, Rayya was persuaded by the lure of Shanaz because the coffee maker could be used to make various drinks, exactly like the results made by baristas.

"Tuh. plek ketiplek right," the promotion of the assistant version a few weeks ago.

To brew coffee, use a special container. Usually per serving of coffee, creamer, milk for each brew is packed one by one in a small plastic container-capsule as the name suggests. The container is then attached to the coffee machine. Just plug in the electricity plus add water, then a cup of coffee, can be enjoyed.

Shanaz said, already a lot of tea powder as well as ginger herb, turmeric along with various herbs packed in capsules that are compatible with the machine. So, Rayya was interested and then bought a coffee machine - which is said, said to be contemporary.

"Naz makes matcha latte" he asked. "Wear two creamer capsules....."

"Two? Creamer?"

"Yes, two creamer capsules" Rayya replied.

"Miss... that's a creamer... krimer, right?"

Rayya sighed. "Which creamer is the shape again?"

"Tumbens?" guan Shanaz doesn't believe it. "Normally Miss doesn't even like being added to that."

"I'm lazy to eat, Naz. Instead of my body having a calorie crisis, so you add two capsules" creamer."

Shanaz. Although Rayya did not see the woman's expression directly, she did, then sneered, "the calories in the creamer are not much. Miss really don't want to eat what cake...."

"Naz, I'm lazy to eat. Instead of us fussing all night, mending you make matcha latte, later if you want, I can find food. Okay?!" it was uncompromising. Rayya hangs up the phone then leads to the bathroom, washing her face.

The woman changed clothes, then left the room. He found a cup filled with green liquid in his kitchen mini bar. Shanaz is not seen. Maybe he was in his room.

Rayya took the cup and led it to the balcony. He was greeted by a gust of wind just as he opened the door. The air feels humid, the effect of the rain this afternoon. Unfortunately, on a high floor like this it is rather difficult to smell petrichor-the smell of wet soil after rain. However, Rayya could still smell the damp aroma that the wind carried.

The sky is starting to clear. Although some cloud clumps sometimes move to close the stars, but occasionally the light is visible. Although Rayya is not an expert in celestial science, star science, let alone astrologers, but Rayya sometimes likes the atmosphere of the night. That's why he chose an apartment with a balcony facing west so he could enjoy the twilight and linger on the balcony until night.

That was his dream when he was newly married to Daus. Before his dream ran aground, the man thwarted. Before he knew that looking for God is not an easy matter.

Rayya looked up again, watching the stars. He did not study astrology. His knowledge of astronomy is only limited to memorizing the order of the planets, distinguishing the sun, moon, and stars. He also doubted that there was an airplane at night and turned on the lights, he was not sure he could distinguish the light of the plane with flickering starlight.

Rayya also does not really understand which constellation Orion, Ursa, or Casiopeia, or various other constellations. Rayya only knew that the stars in the sky, scattered here and there, were actually similar to his future. It was like his life was lost. Even if you're honest, the stars are still more mending. The constellations, when connected with invisible lines, still form a certain pattern. Rayya's future is abstract and opaque. Even the invisible lines that govern his life flow... Rayya knows.

If only he could have a peek into his future. At a minimum, he knows how the flow of his life so that he does not go wrong but in fact, the cluster of stars is even more directed, patterned, predictable, neatly arranged compared to his plans that have been too messy-scattered. It seems, he needs to really focus on rearranging his life priorities.

Rayya took a sip of the drink, giving the potion time to fuse with its digestive tract, flowing slowly around with droplets of blood. He inhaled the matcha scent vapor, then let his body relax. After his fatigue began to subside, he then chose to enter. Linger on the balcony observing the sky only makes him more lament life.

He then turned around, then fell silent for some time observing the reflection of the body from the glass door. It's not bad. Even according to her ex-husband, she is the perfect woman who deserves to be married. He was divorced not because he made a mistake. Daus chose divorce because he was too cowardly to face a woman as great as himself.

It was perfect, it was amazing, it was great, it was amazingly great. Rayya repeated the sentence in her mind. He knew that now it was time to move on and forget the demons in his life.