His Virgin Ex Wife
another theory, move on it needs God's pleasure

He made a large scribble on a sticky note, then glued it to the glass. The plan, every time he looked at the glass, not to improve makeup, to apply beauty treatments, or just tidying up the look of clothes, Rayya continued to see it, read it. Over time, it became something inherent in his memory and became a daily habit.

It was the order, the flow of the new routine he formulated. That's his strategy. It is a life-saving-help for itself. A series of actions, steps about what or what benefits he should get when he does something. At least, Rayya felt that all of this was no longer in vain. It's not about making her ex happy, it's not about loving her anymore. This time about how he could make the man smash, admit defeat, all-out.

He stretched, then stood up and stepped towards the door. Shanaz barely slumped to kiss the floor when his boss appeared at the door.

“You are now a hobby?”

Shanaz sighed. “I don't intend to, Miss. I just make sure that Miss... is not inspired to be a great ape.”

Rayya snorted then ignored him. He stepped into the kitchen, into the refrigerator. This time the woman took a bottle of high PH mineral water.

Shanaz. Rayya was drinking water with oxygen, as a way to refresh the mind. This time his boss drank high pH water to detoxify the poison in his body. If the woman drinks zam-zam water after this, Shanaz dares to say, the boss may have cleansed his body!

Rayya looked towards the glass door. The sun outside is hot. Perhaps, this is a sign of how God blesses his plan considering, how cheerful the sun is this time.

Shanaz takes a box of bottled drinks, fruit juices that taste sweet and are more interesting to drink than Rayya drinks.

“Naz!”

It turns into alert. How do you know suddenly, this boss turned out to be planning something that makes no sense, such as asking....is there another universe in space?

Holy hooch!

Good Lord!

“You know, right, if we need a strategy to move on?”

Shanaz sighed. Thank goodness his boss did not ask anything that did not make sense like when in the room earlier.

“Many preparations need to be made in order to successfully progress,” he said later.

Shanaz sighed again. He drank the juice and then chose to stand up. “To my knowledge, moving on not only needs strategy, but also needs Ridho from God,” said.

Rayya frowned seeing Shanaz step away. “Where are you going?”

“You take a shower, you want to cleanse your body. I forgot I did not pray yet,” he replied quickly. “I.. would like to pray for Miss to successfully move on.”

Rayya gasped for Shanaz's answer, then sighed. He remembered, did he know the way of worship? Remembering..it feels like he forgot too long with his obligations, lest he even forget the letter of Al Fatihah?!

Holy hooch!

Rayya sighed. If Shanaz intended to pray for him, would his prayers be acceptable? However, Rayya himself, the owner of the problem even forgot...when did he pray?

Rushing Rayya stepped into the room, straight towards the bathroom. The woman turns on the water, mixing the water with warm and cold temperatures. It takes a small colorful ball-bath bomb, sea salt, affixes a few drops of lavender oil, prepares a scrub.

Rayya sat down, waiting for the bathtub filled with the right composition of water. Every now and then Rayya splashed the skin, feeling whether the heat was appropriate. She complains of her preparation before taking a shower.

The woman fell silent. He then remembered, in the book written that changes in habits also need confidence to succeed. Many patients who suffer from alcoholism succeed when they join, making friends with highly devout religious friends. Shanaz is right, move on also need to be ridho, need to get God's permission.

He was determined to repair his relationship with God. Maybe this is the time to fix his worship that is not only done when he can. Rayya even felt. Like always not finding the right time just to serve God.

 Rushing he took off his clothes then.prepared to clean both his body and also his soul later. Rayya stretches her legs, bounces in the bathtub. Start cleaning the body.

Next, to successfully change his habits, forget his dreams about Daus, Rayya needs an ally! Some stories say that many patients fail because they do not have supporters to keep it on track, do not stray even retreat when facing problems. Rayya needs an ally, some friends.

The woman thought slowly just scanning, who is the friend she has. He currently owns Shanaz. At least he did not himself lament the sadness. However, Shanaz is not enough. There is a certain time when he needs someone who has the upper social strata. Given that Rayya is planning a revenge against Daus, relying on Shanaz is not enough.

The woman clapped her forehead when she remembered something. How could he forget his friends? Although when he was in school, he barely had any friends, but Rayya had them.

“I don’t do friendship,” said Rayya at that time every time he got rejection from other students, trying to be happy because they chose to side with Daus rather than him. Rayya actually has them.

If he completely forgot, he would get advice, a long talk. How could he forget the two grandchildren of Eyang Ti? Holy hooch!

Rayya raised her hand, grabbing the cell phone located on the edge of the bathtub. He typed in a name, then contacted her. For a few seconds, the joint had not been lifted.

“Halo!” screeched someone.

Rayya keeps the phone away for the sake of her ear health. He frowned when he found his interlocutor asking for approval, turning into a vidio call.

“Annyeong!” screech the woman.

Rayya nodded in disbelief! The woman in the cell phone has jet black hair. But through the sidelines of his hair, such as the tail appears colorful unicorn. When and how did Ardhita become so bold as to highlight her hair? If Yang Ti knew this later, he would have fainted!

“Where are you?”

“Incheon!” the stranglehold is no less enthusiastic.

Rayya sighed. Dhita and her hobbies are wandering. The woman can suddenly be sweet, suddenly changing version into a little bit snob! However, for the business of upholding justice, Dhita is the first. Ardhita Mangkumulyo will not be silent when he sees others oppressed. He only acts up when he's dealing with annoying people.

“Why did you get there?” rayya asked and then sighed. Because the woman is a hobby of traveling around the world, she managed to become a selebgram, opening services for jastip from abroad.

“Buy bungeoppang! There was a man tipped earlier. He said he was cravings because he watched the drama.”

Yes Tuhaan!

Rayya forgets that sometimes, Dhita customers are both half-crazy! “Keep you bought that food? You just buy that doang? All the way there?”

Dhita chuckles. “I've been here three days, Mba. This just want to go back,” he said. Dhita squinted. “Mba sure didn't see my account, right? Oh really... since when did Mba Rayya play sosmed!”

Rayya sighed. “You play a distance. Mba thought you were the same...”.

“Halo Rayya, long time no see.”

Wait up! Rayya frowned at the sound of a male voice. Someone took a cell phone. Good thing Rayya was covered in soap foam. Otherwise, the man could see his body soaking in the bathtub.

Rayya rounded her eyes, not believing in both of her visions.

“Mba Rayya..!” pekik Dhita, restore Rayya's consciousness. This time the woman took the cell phone that the man had taken. Dhita blinked a few times, then giggled. “Mba Rayya, said Mas Arsa.

Holy hooch!

“Where?”

Dhita smiled again, winking. “Kata Mas Arsa, she misses Mba Rayya.”