His Virgin Ex Wife
a self help theory

Rayya opened the door of the room wide, then stepped slowly, a little hesitant. He remembered, how long had he been ignoring this room? In a dim light - recalling the curtains located on the opposite wall of the room yet to be opened, the woman's eyeballs looked at the tall cupboard on the side wall. How could he forget his collection just because he was afraid of getting in here?

Rayya felt the wall, pressed the light switch. He then went deeper, turned on the air conditioner, set the ionizer mode. Hopefully the ion army will be able to remove the bacteria and dark memory in this room.

The woman sighed, then scanned the items in the room. His eyes caught the shredder-paper shredder located beside the worktable. He remembers so clearly, that night Daus got a file. Unfortunately, Rayya did not find it. She thought that when her ex-husband came in here, he destroyed the file. But when he checked in the morning, the machine was clean. It doesn't look like any paper or trash in it.

He shook. The goal is to open up this place not to reminisce. She needs to find, at least one, two, three, many ways to get rid of her ex-husband's shadow. It's not just about love, it's about being disappointed because the guy threw it away.

Shanaz was getting ready to observe his superiors stepping here and there. He increased his alert, just to keep watch in case Rayya returned hysterical as before when he had just returned from his morning road event.

The young woman frowned as Rayya pulled up a medium-sized staircase placed in the corner. Shanaz moves quickly, helping Rayya. He offers to replace Rayya taking anything in the high closet.

Rayya. “You should realize that your body eleven twelve equals upin ipin.”

His assistant reflexes touching the head. “I'm not bald.”

Rayya snorts. “Not hair! Your height is what I have problems with!” pekik. “You are a minimalist body, even I suspect if you are told to take a report ponbakan you, people can even think you are a new student who wants to register a school! Could be you intend to replace me climbing to take the book.”

“Kan I only nolong intention..,” protest his assistant.

Rayya sneered, “kamu it is not a nolong intention but a nahusahin intention. If you are just talking, don't have to. You hold the ladder later I climb.”

Shanaz pursed his lips, throbbing. He looked up watching his upper body, moving quickly upwards. Rayya's long legs, made Shanaz sigh. Even Rayya, who is said to be only the adoptive granddaughter of the Busro family, has a tall-limbed body long and smooth like most members of the original family surnamed Busro. If Rayya plunged into the world of modeling, it seems like he can master the catwalk at the international level. Silly enough, he could compare the body with Rayya. He said, how could I have thought of defeating Rayya in climbing?!

Rayya looked at each book in front of her. This is his treasure. When she was in school, many of her female friends were busy reading romantic novels or comics. However, Rayya chose to be busy filling his brain and mind by reading various self improvement-self development books, a.k.a self-development books.

Several times he gets less pleasant treatment from Daus and his friends, making Rayya think to strengthen mentally. Funny if he suddenly asked to be delivered to a psychologist by Ibrahim Busro. What if he was accused of being insane and more and more people wanted to expel him from Ibrahim's side? He won't go back to the orphanage! Can't! Then he must endure! He did anything, anything just to survive in the Busro family. He chose to strengthen his mentality by reading various literature on self-development.

His eyes scanned from the far right. There lined “Chicken soup” along with other motivational books. The woman shook her head. He currently needs a motivational book. Given her motivation to forget her ex-husband is quite strong, she does not need additional experience of meme-menye from others or long lectures just to move on and forget the problem because… it's time to move forward!

Rayya turned to the middle row. There is a book about self help. He smiles. This is the book he was looking for. These books are about troubled people who manage to deal with their problems. Really facing problems, not just forgetting but still storing wounds. If Rayya wants to heal, she must be completely healed! It is not about closing the wound, it wants to heal the wound.

It's time to read more self-development books. He needs to move as quickly as possible, find a way to get through these problems. However, the health of his mind was at stake. Rayya needs to quickly change the axis of his life so as not to spin in the same place, not just Daus again, Daus again!

Rayya grabbed the book, the thing with the banana peel color. The bright cover made it easier for him to find the object. The woman flanked him, then clung to the closet, carefully descending.

Shanaz watches over his boss and a book he carries. He peeped at the writing in the book. Read said “Power” and “Habit” on the front cover. Shanaz guessed the book was a writing about power and a habit. Maybe a book about strength and habits.

“If you want to read, you can borrow my collection. Just remember, I don't like it when my stuff is dirty!”.

Shanaz grimacing. He shook fast. The reason is cliche, first, he does not really like to read. He prefers to watch. While at school, Shanaz was able to fall asleep once he was forced to read a page of textbooks.

As he grew older, he became interested in reading novels. It was also his reading book tastes different from Rayya's book. Shanaz loves modern, urban, menye, lighthearted romance stories, and comedy. How could he be interested in reading literature heavy practitioners of psychology such as.. how to master? Like the book Rayya was holding! How can Shanaz absorb thought and literary works?

He sighed. After all, Rayya is a high maintenance-a classy bussy lady and her taste is never joking. Shanaz was second-guessing, even if his boss found a new man, which kind of person could conquer Rayya's feelings?

Oh yeah, that woman can't fall in love. He must have permission from his grandfather. If his grandfather-Ibrahim Busro does not approve, then surely the relationship must be stopped.

“If you don't have a job, watch there. You usually hibernate to watch the drama in the room. Unless, you want to act like a body guard, I read books while standing like a ceremonial person.

Shanaz grimacing. He chose to turn. “I mending shower, Miss. Than later get scolded. Kan said earlier.. I just make eye pain because I do not shower.”

“Later...wait a few minutes. We just ate. You can't take a shower,” Sergah Rayya.

“Ready!” shanaz replied, then gave a respectful gesture like a ceremonial person.

Rayya sighed seeing her assistant step out. He scanned the fingers again. His hands hold a book on the concepts of human habits and behavior. Like his life, he needs to change old habits, update and update attitudes and behaviors in order to be able to re-health his mind.

He stepped towards the chair. His mind recalls the night Daus came home drunk. That night should have been the highlight of their wedding lock. It was supposed to be her first night, taking her virginity off with Daus. But in fact, it was a night of doom. It was the day when Daus chose to leave and let go.

Rayya needs to expand her life and narrow world. After many years of having the doctrine to serve Daus, to be his wife, he was tired. Daus has also destroyed Rayya's dream world and fantasy. So this time he is determined to rebuild his dreams and goals, change his gravitational force so that his life can return to normal. It's time to rewrite, redefine his life.