His Virgin Ex Wife
What kind of reality is this?

The man looked at the ceiling. His laughter was stifled, a kind of discordant laughter as if laughing at his fate. He scoffed at his destiny which made him have to spend the night in a place like this.

If a few years ago someone said he was going to marry an ordinary woman from a really ordinary class, nobody, he would consider it harassment. He didn't even think it was dizzy to reward the man with a fist just to prove he was Daus Busro. Telling him to marry a woman who was nobody was just an insult.

Just like that time when Ibrahim Busro brought the woman into his life, more than two decades ago, made Daus swear his grandfather in his heart. Daus thought his success as a general champion and entering an elite school because of his ability - not just because of his status as Busro's heir, made Ibrahim give him a special gift. He thought the gift was a vacation around the world or the most sophisticated toy that his grandfather could get. But that afternoon, Ibrahim Busro brought a gift that would later change his life.

That woman is blonde. Not a blonde because it is intentionally in the spotlight-like his friends who performed a performance at the graduation event some time ago. The ABG children, although just passed elementary, but they look beautiful and comb their hair with a gradation of adorable colors. Meanwhile, Rayya is blonde because of sunburn.

Daus glanced lazily as he examined the woman back and forth from head to toe time and time again. What the hell is this kid doing? Skin's striped! He could see that the calf area was white, probably because when he was in school, it was covered in socks. But arm-all his hands, face, neck, stroking. For God's sake! Fortunately, he did not smell!

He thought that his grandfather was losing his sanity. How could he suddenly announce to Daus that he would have to marry the filthy woman in front of him?!

Daus knew how much he had committed to Rayya. How much bullying and insults he and his friends did in school. Later, he found out that he was sorry. She then grew up to be the most beautiful woman she knew. Although she admits that beauty is relative, Rayya has various reasons to make any man reluctant to take his eyes off her.

His appearance was always almost flawless. His face was brightly blushing as well as seamlessly glowing like crystal clearness. His clothes are not only because of the brand, but the combination of colors and styles he chose always makes people feel stunned. Coupled with graceful speech and innate manner, but at times, he could have thousands of tactics to defeat his opponent at the negotiating tables, making Rayya a complete package.

God knows that Rayya is more than just great!

It is a lie that he is not in love with that woman at this time. It's nonsense that he boasted that he didn't want Tsurayya Busro but just when his wedding night, his conversation with one of his distant cousins, opened his eyes. Why did her grandfather insist on making Rayya, forming in such a way as to be Daus' wife? Why is that woman always able to beat him on different sides of life? Ibrahim Busro dared to openly antagonize anyone who hurt Rayya.

What, who is he?

It was a question that was ingrained in the minds of everyone around Ibrahim Busro. Who's Rayya? Whose son is he really? Or maybe he was the illegitimate grandson of Ibrahim's affair in the past? With which woman did Ibrahim Busro ever have an affair?

Daus blinked as he recalled his conversation with his cousin. His feet moved uncomfortably as if he wanted to get rid of Rayya's shadow and the dark reality that pursued him these two years. His feet touched the clothes that were piled on the edge of the bed. The reflex he vibrates when fumbling-accidentally, the skin of the woman sleeping beside him.

Yes, this morning he married her. Another woman has entered into his life. The poor woman he dragged to join in the maelstrom of his life. Someone who can be used as a grip just to keep him aware that there is a wall that prevents him from Rayya because, without this limitation, he dares to make sure that Rayya will not let go.

It was not without reason that the man chose Rinai to be his wife. In this woman, Daus found ease. How easy it is to make Rinai happy. This woman could laugh just because things might be too trivial. He can also cry just because of trivial things like watching television dramas. Not to mention, he sincerely praised Daus when the man was willing to give a grandmother a seat on public transport.

Yep! A Daus Busro boarded public transport for the first time and it was because of this woman! Many unexpected events that he thought were too much when they dated first. Too many easy and trivial things are learned from Rinai to Daus finding comfort that as it turns out, life can be this simple.

“Some! Darling... i... mo... hon!” rinai's strangling half-dead got stuck, right in her ear. If this was his apartment then Daus would free the woman to shout out loud, as proof of his victory puked the woman. But this is Rinai's parents' house. This wooden-walled building could make Rinani's screams sound everywhere. Guests and families out there can hear their “activities” in the room. Therefore, Rinai had to hold her voice.

Daus was goosebumps when the memories of his first night a few hours ago came back. This woman can even get******* many times even with just a simple foreplay, something that Rayya can not feel. Something that led a David felt defeated thousands of times by his ex.

Just when their wedding night used to shake Daus mentally, it made him feel guilty for seizing Rayya's virginity. Various stories and reasons he thought to make Rayya stop demanding intimacy between them. Various ways he tried to make Rayya forget his dream to have children.

It's not that Daus is completely ignorant of his duties as a man. He's willing to do millions of foreplay with Rayya. Even Daus learned various techniques to make his ex-wife satisfied but instead of succeeding he was satisfied first. Rayya defeated him again. The woman knew the excitatory points that made Daus Busro, even without the need to do the core of the game, able to scream complacently until feeling helpless by Rayya's behavior.

Until the marriage lasted more than a year, Daus realized that he, trying as hard as he could, would not be able to defeat Rayya-Tsurayya Busro. Although he ran fast, Rayya would chase even faster. Even though he fought great, the woman fought even more. Even though she is half-dead trying to prove that she deserves to be someone she wants to be, Rayya manages to be a woman who is much, much more than desirable. In fact, it is not Rayya who does not deserve to be his wife but Daus who does not deserve to be the husband of a Tsurayya Busro.

 - His Virgin

Ex Wife

The sound of busyness outside makes the woman swear restrained, evidence that this island is having a super magnificent event. Tonight, although he tried hard but his eyes were reluctant to be closed. Unlike his assistant who after a long chat just bounces here and there, Shanaz can fall asleep.

He took a deep breath, silent for a moment. His gaze focused towards Shanaz who was still sleeping in the blanket. He shook his head slowly and then again flattened the cream on the face painstakingly.

For some people, make up decorations are important. Therefore, women compete to collect various types of foundation with various shades. It is said that according to experts per-make up-an, foundation is important because if you choose wrong, can make makeup chapped and then fade here and there. But Rayya considers that layered makeup is just nonsense! For him, the face had to be treated, instead of at “cat”!

Compared to collecting blush, eye shadow, and lipstick, the list of cosmetics is filled with various skin care. Stages of facial care may even be much more layered than the shading of the Make Up Artist. Starting from a cleanser..want face wash soap or milk cleanser, he has! Toner, want to be smeared using cotton or spray models, there are. Essence plus serum, want the product of Ginseng country, Sakura country, Panda country, to the United Arab Emirates, which is used by applying, patted slowly until slapped, Rayya collect it. Treatment cream, want recipes from the Asian Continent, Europe, even Africa, Rayya has. Unmitigated, not only free parabens and free sls, beauty products that he has an average of organic ingredients that are said to come from plants grown almost without pesticides!

“Daebak! Commoners can’t relates!” peekik Shanaz that time. The first time Shanaz is believed to come to the Royal penthouse, as well as the first morning without David. That memory was recorded real in his memory.

Almost he jumped when he heard a sound that resembled a siren from the fire department. Chaos riddled! Rayya clucked furiously, realizing that the origin of the voice was Shanaz's phone. He almost squealed when he found Shanaz sitting down with a blanket, resembling a caterpillar in a banana leaf. A minute later, his assistant stood up and almost ran to the bathroom. Rayya just shook her head and continued her morning ritual which was okay, a little too early.

This is his first time in a room with his assistant. When her ex-husband decided to leave their apartment, she asked Shanaz to come with her. Being alone in such a lonely place made him feel too shady. But then they slept in different rooms.

As it turned out, it wasn't too bad to let go of the chaos swirling around in his head. What's more, as he thought.Shanaz is a woman with thoughts that are rather unique, if not want to be said to be magical. From the beginning he considered keeping his assistant, not because he was a deft or versatile person. It is far from ideal criteria. However, Rayya knows that Shanaz is a kind and sincere child. Although his performance is sometimes slow, but he is among the diligent employees. He even surprised Rayya several times with his rather strange ways when faced with crucial times.

Like this afternoon, when Rayya thought about the complexity of his fate while considering whether he should come again to the wedding, Shanaz even fun selonjoran while marathon drama on mobile.

“Naz... in your opinion, I need to go to that party again, no?”

 Shanaz's reflex lowered the phone and frowned. His head tilted to the right, to the left, seriously figuring out what answer he would give. But instead of answering her boss's questions, the woman turned things around.

“Somebody forced Miss to come?” tanyanya's confused.

Rayya sighed. “The party was a day last night, Naz.. and no one meant me to come just... You think I need to come or not?”

Shanaz looked at pity. This month her boss became a little strange. Rayya is the financial director of a multinational company. Not to mention his intelligence in terms of finding strategies to run various projects worth trillions. Then how is the story of this woman suddenly becoming lost in mind about her household problems? Once again, Shanaz admits that love can actually make people suddenly senewen.

“Miss came here this morning just to make more hurt and Miss want to repeat again? Come there again? Why?”

Rayya. Shanaz's thinking is correct, but he needs to attend the party so that people know that he, Rayya-Tsurayya Busro has not lost. She has strong feelings and heart and watching her ex-husband's marriage is just trivial. He needed to make such a firm impression that no Busro family would dare to insult him.

 His assistant looked at him with pity. For God's sake.Rayya hates such stares but Shanaz's sincere-sounding words slap her feelings.

“Why is Miss busy thinking about what people are saying? Instead of thinking about people's feelings, why didn't Miss think about Miss's own feelings?”

Shanaz is right, it's time to put his own feelings first. Can we not satisfy all men? No matter how hard the effort is made, there will definitely be people who still sneer at the choices we make.

Rayya digested the conversation so seriously that it then crossed his head the idea to rush out of the Busro company and start enjoying his life.

“Naz... If you no longer have work, what do you do?”

Shanaz, this afternoon just gawked at Rayya's question. “Miss want to fire me?” tanyanya panic.

Rayya nodded when she realized that the question was wrong. He was confused about what to answer because if he resigned, like it or not, he would fire Shanaz. Rayya is going to be unemployed and she doesn't need an assistant.

“Don't fire me, Miss... My money is not enough to register my parents' hajj,”.

Rayya heard his assistant's answer.

“Fired later, Miss. At least if I can already register my parents,” he added.

Rayya took a long breath. Why is his assistant complaining? “I just nanya, Naz... if you're unemployed again, what are you doing?”

The woman nodded. “Miss really want to fire me?” tanyanya seriously. “I'm wrong what, Miss?”

Not yet Rayya opened her mouth, her assistant again complained. “I if you are unemployed will find work until you can, Miss.” This time the tone became more and more sad. Shanaz recalls that many employees in the office suspected that Rayya would resign after her divorce from Daus.

“I want to do hajj my parents, Miss. If I miss my dream, my dream will last longer. Moreover, the hajj queue now he said already up to sixty years!”

Rayya frowned at the words of her assistant. Two things confused him. The hajj queue can be that long? He was not a devout servant however, hearing how many people were willing to wait for decades to perform one ritual of worship made him amaze-amused. Moreover, he admired the simple mindset of his assistant. It is easy to answer: if you are unemployed, look for work.

That simple!

“I have a dream to register my parents hajj,” he said this afternoon. “If Miss... what Miss dream?” suddenly tanyanya.

Rayya blinked as she recalled the question. Something he never expected someone would ask. During this time, over a dozen years Busro's grandfather took care of him and raised him as a grandson, he had never even been asked what his dream was. Ibrahim Busro was busy indoctrinating that he should be a decent woman to accompany the Daus. The daily life of his life was full of efforts to please a Daus Busro. Then, when the marriage that was prepared for decades only lasted about a year more, Tsurayya could what?

When most of her life was spent thinking about being the perfect companion for Daus Busro, Rayya never even figured out how to make himself happy. God knew that for Rayya, her happiness was to succeed in becoming a proper wife for Daus. Then his happiness is to see Daus happy. His pleasure was to see Daus feeling happy and his joy was to see Daus laughing happily, happy. But in fact, today Daus laughed happily, but not with him. This morning's incident even shattered all his images of the concept of happiness that he had.

Tsurayya stared intently at her assistant who was preparing to pray a third of the night - before dawn, watching the drops of ablaze water soaking her assistant's face. Wondering for yourself about how much it is necessary for man to serve God? Unknowingly, I a muttered in a desperate tone.

 “Naz... if I ask God to come back to me... Daus, what..... God would grant do’a me?”