His Virgin Ex Wife
Rayya (still) normal

Rayya takes a packet of snack bars from one of the kitchen set cabinets. His hands opened the plastic packaging, then he was busy chewing his food. In a few seconds, he had even opened the second package. His eyes clashed with another plastic pack in the corner of the closet. He feels mocked. In a rough motion, he picked up the thing.

Shanaz is strangled when he finds Rayya snacking. "I know Miss is hungry again, but....."

Rayya frowned at Shanaz's voice. He followed her when he found two empty plastic wrap, the rest of the snack bar. Then.. his hand was holding...a pack of instant noodles! Repeat it! A pack of instant noodles.

Holy hooch!

Rayya has never eaten instant noodles at all. But he is accustomed to eating instant noodles that are minimal gluten, or mixed with various vegetables, or minimal preservatives, minimal sodium, almost without mecin, even low calorie, low carbo, but high pressure... make the mind depressed if consumed by ordinary employees like Shanaz. The expensive ones are expensive.

"My special has a sultan!" shanaz grunts while looking for Rayya's order at the supermarket.

Whereas. wrap instant noodles in Rayya's grasp it's regular noodles, high carb, high calorie, large portions aka jumbo, with sodium and abundant micin, ripah crumbs, and, spilled and felt passed artificially because of course. has a variety of chemical ingredients! Anyway under normal conditions, Rayya prefers hunger. For Rayya's concept of healthy life, such food has been punished haram.

Something's going on. Rayya is not okay if willing to eat the noodles.

"Watch up.. I'm again cheating day, special this time."

Shanaz just grinned at Rayya's excuses. He still does not believe his findings. He watches Rayya's movements. His superior took the pot, filled it with water, then lit the stove. After that, Rayya opened the refrigerator and took it. Gosh! Shanaz observed one by one, tomatoes, mustard, eggs, tofu, enoki coming out of the chiller. Rayya then washed it, drained it, then cut it into pieces.

Tungu first!

"Miss wants to cook steamboat?"

Rayya. "I want to make mi. You don't know?!"

Shanaz gawking. "Wear those leaves... that much?"

Rayya then turned around, facing the body towards her assistant. "This is minimal fiber. We need to meet our daily nutritional needs, Naz!" clearly firmly.

He then took the onion red, white, bombay and open-peeling then swiped, chopping it smooth. "The bettor can neutralize the preservatives," he said while putting one.. two... ti... wait.... How many chopped onions in the dish?

Shanaz sighed. He wants to cheer, kayang, koprol, monas just to celebrate his boss who is still normal. Rayya is normal!

"Let's eat noodles...."

"We? Meanin?"

"You're the same me, we're eating together, Naz. You think this is so much food I can eat myself?"

Holy hooch!

Shanaz momentarily forgot that his boss, could be so adorable! He sighed lamenting his fate, then pulled up a small chair, on the kitchen island, facing Rayya who was busy cooking. Again tonight he had to eat the potion of whatever Rayya was cooking.

The two women were wary when they heard someone open the door. Both were astonished when they saw an old woman enter and then step into the kitchen.

"Aunt back again?"

"Yes, my phone is missing" he said, answering Shanaz's question.

"Auntie came back here? From home?" ask again. As far as Shanaz is concerned, Bibi's house is located somewhat on the edge of town. It's nice that he had to come this night.

"No, I haven't been back this afternoon. I was in the front unit" he replied.

Rayya. "Why do you want to go to that apartment? Aunt double job? What salary did Aunt get less?

"No, Non. I cleaned the front apartment because it was told by Mister," he said.

Rayya patted the forehead. He just remembered this one floor property belongs to Busro Corp. "Grandfather tell you to clean up? For who? I mean, does anyone want to nquatin?"

Auntie shook her head. "I don't know. I'm just clean, Non. Where I dare is that to Mr. Ibrahim," he replied then chuckled. "I'll excuse you, Non."

Rayya nodded quickly. He watched Aunt then looked at his assistant. "Are your thoughts the same as mine?"

Shanaz gawking. "Miss thinks what the hell?"

Rayya gave a sigh of anxiety. "Can't you hear Auntie's words? He's cleaning the front unit, Naz!"

His assistant only responded briefly, nodding.

Rayya shakes. This Shanaz really doesn't understand? "If Aunt cleans the front apartment, that means she'll be in the house, Naz."

Shanaz. "Who knows just regular cleaning."

Rayya shakes. "If only ordinary cleaning, this apartment provides special workers, it is already part of the maintenance facility. If Auntie clean directly, it means that the unit will be used and who wants to occupy later usually the Busro family itself or the Busro family guests." he said long.

Shanaz frowned, deepening.

"Who do you think the Busro family wants to use that apartment?"

Shanaz gawking. Where does he know. Such questions cannot be found through mobile apps or asked to google. Should Shanaz ask Ibrahim directly?

"Or even... Is it Daus who wants to move? Grandpa's been hiding their address all along. Once I know, they no longer need to hide," he said then raised the noodles while re-thinking things. "What... Did David move there?"

Shanaz. "No need to think of the distance, Miss. Who knows, just...."

"You know what, Naz?" his question, cut the speech of the young lady in the opposite chair. "What if they move in, we'll be neighbors with Mas Daus and his new wife?"

Shanaz gawking. Rayya's words may have a point.

"What do you think, Grandpa wants to evict me?"

"Huh? How's it?"

"Heh... You're just huh hoh hoh?! Try to shadow you, how I feel if you must be forced by their neighbors. Don't you think I feel uncomfortable?!"

Shanaz sighed.

"I would move if they lived there. We move in tomorrow, Naz!"

Shanaz sighed again. "No hurry, Miss. Who knows, it's just Miss's mind. If indeed Mr. Ibrahim wants Miss to move, then from the beginning, Miss was told to move. But it's even... Mr. Daus is the one who's caving. He lives in the apartment tower next door. That means Mr. Ibrahim is thinking about comfort for Miss" he explained. Again the woman made a theory about Abraham's thinking.

Rayya wonders what percentage of the truth of Shanaz's theory. Because if the theory is wrong, then he must start looking for another place to live, somewhere. She does not want to be forced to be her ex-husband's neighbor. How can she move on if her husband is nearby. This is not the romance novel "Ex Husband Next Door" that behind the story they will refer to, right? Tsurayya is determined to forget her ex-husband and set the future. The only problem is, how can he walk freely if in fact even every life, always mixed with the shadow of the plan belongs to Ibrahim Busro.

What did Abraham really want? Why does he keep driving Rayya's life. He knew that he owed this family a debt of gratitude. "Naz, do you think..later for life, I must bond with this family?"

Shanaz was wary of hearing Rayya's words.

"Can't I... go away from this family?"