His Virgin Ex Wife
but, moving on not only needs energy, it also needs intention and courage

Rayya looked towards Shanaz then squeezed the edge of the bar table.

"Want me call the doctor or we'll go to the house sa...."

"No, no," said Rayya quickly, then shook his head. "I'm okay."

Shanaz glanced then blinked. Is the boss really normal again? That is, the woman seemed to be in shock because of something... Shanaz doesn't know for sure.

Rayya then stood up, stepping from the kitchen towards the sofa. Then he pulled out his back. "Where are you from?"

Shanaz quickly approached Rayya. "From down."

Rayya. "Remain down?"

Shanaz grimacing. "So I was a sport."

Rayya looked at the astonishment. Is he dreaming? Women like this want to exercise willingly, joyfully? If this wasn't a dream, maybe his ears were wrong.

"And now car free day, Miss."

Rayya sighed. "You don't want to exercise, you're mostly riding a snack while washing your eyes, right?" his lips.

As Rayya usually remembers if it is a holiday, the apartment park is crowded. Many residents came out. Lots of kids playing in the park. Many residents of expatriate-strangers who also out sports. Some go to the fitness center, some relax in the park, one two are reckless, participate in tasting a variety of snacks on the side of the road joining the natives.

Rayya looked towards her assistant. Maybe he was supposed to come down with Shanaz. The woman can relax in the garden while washing her eyes. If lucky, he can get acquainted with strangers and then establish a new relationship.

The woman sighed. As long as Ibrahim Busro is still around, Rayya cannot leave this family. What exactly does Ibrahim Busro want from him? Did Rayya really have to follow every will of the man? He really could not free himself before Ibrahim Busro....

Holy hooch!

He again thought about the evil things that God had left to Abraham Busro. It even makes Rayya more and more feel he has transformed into a person shameless, do not understand how to thank, do not know lucky.

Oh my God.. What kind of plan does that guy have anyway?

"Miss hasn't eaten, has he?"

Rayya turned to look at her assistant. Shanaz brought a plate of food. The woman hurried to put it on the front desk of the sofa.

Rayya frowned looking at him.

"It's batagor mixed siomay. One egg, one dry batagor, one siomay, two potatoes, two tofu, three cabbage, three bitter melon, a little peanut butter, soy sauce, chili."

Rayya stared flatly at the plate.

"Miss doesn't like full-fat food, does it? That's why I put a lot of cabbage together. Eat first, Miss, she said Miss will move on," he later grimaced.

"Move on needs to eat, needs energy. Can't just use intention." he continued.

Rayya sighed, then took it. He looked towards Shanaz. "Please bring me my drink."

Shanaz nodded quickly. He stepped away, taking lemon tea, Rayya's drink. He then took the initiative to turn towards the refrigerator, looking for something.

His eyes looked at various kinds of mineral water lined up neatly on a refrigerator shelf. Shanaz picked up quickly, then half ran back into the living room. He thinks maybe Rayya needs oxygen water. At least add oxygen, maybe make Rayya's mind relieved, fresh.

He put the item in front of Rayya.  The woman was busy chewing her food.  Rayya looked uninspired. However, he looks comfortable spooning bitter melon into his mouth.

Shanaz shuddered. He was confused because Rayya, preferring to eat bitter melon, compared to batagor and siomay.

"It's not too bitter" he said when he saw Shanaz gawking at him eating bitter melon. "If you don't believe.'

"No thanks, Miss," she quickly refused. He did not expect there are vegetable lovers, as extreme as his boss.

Shanaz opted to go back to the kitchen, picking up another plastic package. He then snacked on another snack he had bought. He chose to sit next to Rayya.

They looked straight at the balcony. The sun is getting hotter. The boss again sighed.

"There's still below?"

Shanaz. "Batagornya?"

Shanaz. "It's noon, it's over, Miss. Wh why? Miss is coming down?" tanyanya passion. "Want to find some other food? I'm anter yuk."

Rayya shook her head quickly. "You wash your eyes.who knows I met a stranger who is not afraid of Ibrahim Busro continues to be reckless about marriage. At least meet the employees who work in the embassy across there. Later he invited me to move country, to move citizenship,"

Shanaz sighed. Who would dare to invite Rayya to marry? Look, even the entire Embassy-an embassy that the country has across the street, already knows the Busro family, they all know who the boss is.

Shanaz suddenly understands the position plus the complexity of Rayya's fate. He does not want to move on. In addition to the trauma has not been fully healed, he was confused to establish a new relationship with whom? For example, meet a reckless man, or a man who has not known the Busro-family of other countries, for example. If Ibrahim Busro rejects the relationship, what can they do?

It turns out this is what makes Rayya difficult to forget her marriage. Not just a matter of forgetting, wanting to find a replacement for her ex-husband, not so easy. Not just seedlings bebet and weights, Ibrahim Busro must have prepared dozens of conditions.

Rayya is hot. Maybe it's because the food is so spicy. Rayya thought the sauce was using ordinary chili, it turns out the food uses cayenne pepper.

Holy hooch!

He began to shake. When he glanced to the side, his assistant also sweated. The young lady beside him continued to chew his food, without worrying about the cheeks being hit by the sauce or the limp hair. Rayya suddenly became anxious.

"Try you call Jeng Ayu.'

Shanaz. The woman tried to remember from the many friends, socialites, partners, relationships, business acquaintances owned by Rayya, she wanted to contact Jeng Ayu, who?

"Well, if we treat now, can we?"

Shanaz understands. Rayya asked him to contact Kanjeng costumer care Putri Wilujeng Ayu... Jeng Ayu, the beauty center.

The treatment center and beauty was managed by the Mangkubegjan family, still having kinship with the Mangkumulyo Trah. While the Mangkumulyo breed itself, some of their families, married the Busro family. They have their own business relationships and relationships.

Spa as well as the center of beauty subscription Rayya, reputedly replicating the treatment style Princess-Puteri kingdom since the past. It is said that even their treatment ingredients use hereditary recipes. Although it is for technology, they upgrade with current equipment. However, the quality of the ingredients along with the recipes used, original and have been tested for decades. Holidays like this, the place is usually full of noble people for treatment.

Rayya stands up, letting Shanaz contact their spa. He stepped towards the kitchen, putting down the glass along with the dirty dishes. He intends to wash it. Usually when he cooks, his assistant is in charge of washing dishes. Rayya did not want to pile dirty dishes. Even though Bibi said to let it go, but the woman felt too sore eyes if refracting the sink full of laundry. Because he had been treated by Shanaz, he intended to wash his own dishes.

"Miss, he said it was full. If you want, I'll be home at night. How's it?"

Rayya washed dishes using soap. He turned on the tap while weighing other possibilities. The woman stared at the door, just opposite the kitchen island.

"Some, why all of a sudden? Usually we're on a reservation at least one day before treatment, right, Miss?" shanaz asked confusedly.

Rayya put the dishes onto the slicer rack, then dried her hands. "Because it turns out, moving on not only needs energy, but also must be clean inner birth," he replied then snorted. "How can I be successful if we're both together, I'll be together."

"Kok... am I following?" the Shanaz protest was quick.

"And you stay with me, you pacing back and forth in front of me. Hence, you can affect your eyes and mood."

Shanaz nodded a few times as a sign of agreeing to his boss's scantage. "How serious? Miss wanna stay a candidate?"

Rayya shakes. "I want to soak in a bathtub. But later, after eating it should not immediately take a shower. Less good."

Shanaz nodded back. "Where are you going?"

Rayya stepped closer to a room then.he looked at her for a long time. It's been a year since the room was closed. Sometimes Auntie opens up just cleaning up . After that no one can enter there, without his permission.

Rayya grasped the doorknob and opened it quickly. Shanaz gawking. Why did the boss suddenly open the door? Isn't that the work space of her ex-husband? The room where they were fighting, rather, it was the room that Daus entered right on the night Daus left the apartment?

Rayya opened wide, then let the air exchange. The stuffy feels stifling. He began to compile the program, preparing the steps to move on.

"Miss wants to... go there?"

Rayya nodded steadily.

"But it...."

Rayya smile. "I need to treat the wounds of the past, right? If you don't dare to open the dark memory in my head, how can you move on?"

Shanaz nodded in understanding.

"Originally you know, moving on not only requires energy and clean inner birth, but move to also need intention and courage." Rayya opened both doors wider, letting her dark memories ambush one by one.