His Virgin Ex Wife
Something's wrong in Rayya's head

Rayya raised her hand, grabbing the phone lying beside the bed. He tried to believe that the digital clock on his phone screen was correct. He gasped for time to find that it was almost noon.

His biological sleep clock is in chaos. He's not okay. The effects of yesterday's commotion made it difficult to get sleepy, even he remained awake until dawn. He was still arguing with himself and his future plans.

He breathed, then lowered his legs. Slowly he did the stretching. The upper body muscles. Stay up, since from a long time ago it was notoriously less useful even can cause disease in the body. At least in Rayya's case, he felt sore.

Rayya stepped towards the bathroom, cleaning herself up. Then, he dried the body and then led to the door and opened it slowly. He didn't find anyone. Auntie's definitely on vacation. But Shanaz, who should be a hobby of snacking in the kitchen was not visible. Is it possible that he was busy watching the drama in the room?

He then stepped out. Come to think of it, being alone in such a desolate place made him feel sad. Not to complain, but in fact he admitted that Shanaz and his noisy habit made him feel that he still had someone who cared about him. Rayya imagined what if he had to live alone in this apartment. Considering that one floor is property owned by Ibrahim's company, for its security, Ibrahim Busro told to sterilize the floor from public residents.

He picked up the mug and took it to the coffee machine. His hand grabbed the kitchen cabinet, opened it quickly, then found a variety of capsules containing various beverage powders. It seems, the morning before noon today, he was tempted to make lemon tea. Yes, Rayya recently loved creamers. He was fascinated when he saw the white foam released by the coffee machine while using the creamer capsules.

He then pulled up a chair, sat down at the mini bar, then glanced outwards. Looks like Shanaz had opened the balcony door curtain before he disappeared somewhere. His eyes narrowed when glare due to the sunlight.

Rayya looked towards the glass door. His gaze then turned to stare at the draped curtain cloth at the door. He remembered that although it looks ordinary, but the cost to make curtains that are said to be woven from organic fabrics, environmentally friendly, friendly to the earth, the reality has a very unfriendly price on the wallet.

“It... equals my salary by half a year,” grumbled Shanaz when he confirmed his payment. The woman took full responsibility when the apartment was renovated, before her boss had a wedding last year.

Rayya rubbed the temple. Come to think of it, he owes a lot to this family. He had guessed, if Ibrahim had not picked it up, about what Rayya was doing now? Where does it work? Is he living enough or lacking? Or sometimes he wondered..what if he was not appointed a grandson of Ibrahim, did not marry his ex-husband, maybe if now... Rayya even.... have a happy family?!

“Ndon't know, Miss. I have not dared to think about marriage. Lah... my friends even on sad, vent only if their husband... bla... bla... bla... bla.....!”.

Rayya did not want to remember. Not why-why, the story of Shanaz was heard between real or just a fairy tale that. Many of his postbook group friends have household problems that much, simultaneously?

Rayya. Said the woman, some of her friends experienced KDRT. Okay. This still makes logic. Even beautiful women who have brilliant careers, such as some celebrities, experience violence because of their partners.

Next, financial issues. This is also notoriously reasonable considering that not everyone is economically fortunate. However, some people have a partner who is proven to be more concerned with cigarettes than their child's needs. It's like. almost impossible. How do humans think so selfishly? This is a problem of children... entrust the Lord... when yes act arbitrarily? Do they-the shallow-brained men don't think that someday, they will be held accountable by God?

Not to mention, even mediocre financial conditions do not prevent men from doing polygamy. It is true that his religion and beliefs legalize polygamy, but to support one man's wife, they are difficult. In fact, it is not even a barrier for them to re-burden themselves, aka.

“Trust me, I do not lie or just want to miss Rayya!” his assistant said at the time, really.

Rayya sighed. Not to mention the problem of in-laws, brothers-in-law, neighbors. and in fact there are so many problems outside of which. Rayya did not think that, it is not just a story in the soap opera.

Holy hooch!

He shuddered, imagining that if Ibrahim did not raise him as a grandson, he might be one of them - a stingy husband victim, a languid woman who was polygamous husband despite mediocre life or even… he was battered because of KDRT!

Rayya gawked as she realized her own thoughts. The woman then sighed. His hand took a drink, then took a sip. He patted his forehead when he realized he was missing something. In the mug there is no white foam.

He moved towards the closet, taking another capsule. In a hurry he opened the coffee maker, then put the capsule, then waited a while before he could enjoy the drink he wanted.

He stared straight at the coffee machine. He remembered how much the machine cost. The woman immediately realized that for example. Ibrahim Busro at that time chose to let him in the orphanage, Rayya did not necessarily have a life as luxurious as this.

She is not an idealistic woman. Although he wanted to escape, he did not necessarily have the courage and confidence to let go of this comfort. He used to. once took part as a stratum society. He felt his childhood, scrambling for food, charged tuition fees almost every month, enduring the pain of passing very because, the stepmother is sometimes confused to meet the needs of children because donations from donors are often taken by the husband to gamble.

Holy hooch!

Rayya shuddered. At least although her ex-husband chose to separate but he did not experience any violence, he did not lack any material, he did not need to suffer because. Rayya.. may have just realized that he had been less grateful.

He knew it was time to forget the past. She only had to endure the disappointment of the divorce with her husband. At least, God just wants to be fair because, even out there, there are still many who have more bad luck than him. Why can't he be grateful for his life?

If he chose to disappear and hide, where would he go? He knew that every inch of the country's land could be traced to Ibrahim Busro. Even as he escapes into the Amazone forest, duplicating Tarzan-life into a herd of mammals, making a pact with piranha fish, he could not be completely separated from Ibrahim because when the man needed him, he must have looked for him and then brought Rayya back in this complicated life.

Rayya once planned to fall back in love. Open up feelings for other men. But who? All the people he knew clearly understood that Rayya had a life contract to devote to the Busro family. If he is determined to marry any man, his lover could be threatened by Ibrahim. It is true that Ibrahim Busro was as terrible as that, and it is true that no-no-no brave man, who was so brave and reckless to ask her out.

The only chance he had was one day, when Ibrahim was gone. He can move forward, re-trying to live his life more normal, more social. Although he did not really want to live hard, but later he had enough funds to survive at least for decades.

He understood that later, when Ibrahim Busro was no more, the elders would have told him to retreat. He knew that he might be overthrown. At that time, he will feel free. If he had run away by now, he was sure, Ibrahim Busro would have hunted him.

Holy hooch!

Rayya realized when the drink was ready. Rushing he took a sip then took a deep breath. Just now...he thought about what? Good Lord!

Abaghfirullaahhim!

Did he just expect Ibrahim Busro to be wretched?

How could he imagine, hoping that Ibrahim Busro was wretched. How could he be so shameless? Even pets, if sane, do not want to harm their owners. But Rayya….

“Miss!” hanaz ran right when he heard someone squealing in the kitchen.

Rayya looked towards Shanaz, then blinked. His breath was overwhelmed. He's human, he knows it. But how can he be more cruel than a pet? He should have been even more empathetic to the man who saved him, giving him the best life he could possibly have. Rayya dares to guarantee, many women who want to abuse him if they know the lack of mind Rayya. They even rejoiced happily to exchange fate.

“Miss!” Shanaz touched Rayya's shoulder. His superior breathed long and repeatedly rubbed his chest.

“Naz!” the screech was almost hysterical then suddenly stared intently. “It seems, something is wrong in my head!”

The woman looked at Shanaz then muttered slowly. “How can I expect Ibrahim to be defiled.”.

Rayya shut her mouth, unable to continue.

Holy hooch!

“Miss... say... what?”

“There is something wrong in my mind,” repeated many times.