His Virgin Ex Wife
new neighbor

Shanaz chose to follow Rayya's food menu, a cup of green tea along with fresh bread. The difference is, the tea belongs to the young woman using sugar while Rayya's is certainly without taste, or even bitter, considering that green tea tastes eleven twelve with decoction of leaves. Then, the wheat bread owned by his boss in a lump of almond peanut butter and belongs to Shanaz, using the same jam but still plus a few drops of sweetened condensed milk chocolate.

"Can drag just use peanut butter like that," he protested when he saw Rayya's breakfast, a few months ago."

The second bread sheet, they chose to use strawberry jam. This time they compactly equalize the portion of jam. Rayya did not protest because her bottle of jam was self-produced. It means Auntie made it, homemade.

Shanaz immediately throttled. "Ajeem!" he forgot that it was Bibi's artificial jam, minimal sugar, minimal sweeteners, minimal additional ingredients. Rushing he added sweet condensed milk.

Rayya shook her head slowly seeing his assistant behavior. He ignored the woman, then chose to return to the room after eating her breakfast.

"Don't be long, Naz!" his protest when he saw his assistant was still busy chewing.

Rayya patted his forehead, then went back in, leading to a walk in closet. He took the blazer. The woman then put on it, then stared at its appearance in front of the glass. Shanaz was right, just adding a hat he resembled a school student who wanted to attend the ceremony.

It's okay, it means he's young. So at least. divorced from her ex-husband, does not mean she became a woman. If Rayya needs a new appearance or image, being a young woman is a good choice rather than being a languid woman. Isn't it on the outside, many women who after separation or break up even more charming?

Rayya turned to the room, picked up the handbag. He took out some objects such as organizer and pouch, then put it in the hand bag that he took on the walk in closet earlier. Rayya then headed out of the room.

The woman frowned when she found Shanaz opening the door. He found his assistant even sculpt, dumbly, standing in front of his apartment unit.

"Why are you daydreaming so early?"

Shanaz gasp. The young lady then stepped hurriedly towards her superior. "Miss.. just opened the door, I saw the kayak girl again the way to the elevator."

His boss nodded.

"I don't see apparitions anymore, do I, Miss?"

Rayya. Although the floor of the property belongs to Ibrahim and his company, even only occupied if there are company guests or other family colleagues, but to his knowledge he has never seen a demon or a forging, he said, like the words from Shanaz's mouth.

Rayya sighed. He remembered Aunt's words. Someone must have occupied the apartment across from the unit. She thought her ex-husband had moved there.

"At least you saw Mas Daus' new wife" he said.

Shanaz. "Miss Rinai just had surgery on his leg?"

Rayya shakes her head. "What if he had bandaged his leg?"

Shanaz.

"Wounds?"

His assistant nodded back.

"The road's a little limp?"

Again the woman shook her head.

Rayya was upset. "Why do you think he had his leg operated on?"

Shanaz. "If it was Miss Rinai like her, she underwent a leg lengthening procedure. That woman, she was almost the same height as Miss Rayya. That's why if Miss Rinai did, then she just finished her leg-elevation operation."

Rayya. "Maybe it's just 'cause he's wearing high shoes."

Shanaz. "If I don't see wrong, the woman was wearing kitten heels," he said trying to remember the incident. "Is it possible for Miss Rinai to have foot surgery?"

Rayya growled in anxiety. "That means it's not him, Naz. If it is true that he did any surgery or procedure to increase the height, how could he be this fast walking? Was yesterday the time Saturday I met him in his apartment, two days different he was able to walk smoothly like that? You dream," he said, then sighed. "Somehow, why didn't you go?"

Shanaz. "The guy's already there, he's about to get to the elevator turn. My time is chasing. What's to do?"

"You acquaintance. You are a hobby of socialization" said Rayya lazy.

"Miss doesn't have to pretend to be uninterested. Miss is not curious, if it is true that our new neighbor woman, does Miss not want acquaintance?"

Rayya laughed cynically. "Since when have you seen me like acquaintances with just anyone? You forgot, I don't make.. friends!" emphatically.

Shanaz. "Later if I knew, most Miss asked me. Usually, that is" he grumbled.

The young lady returned to the room, then picked up the bag while muttering and grumbling softly. Rayya shook her head in alarm at Shanaz's behavior. He chose to head to the shoe rack, pulling a pair of wedges. He then fell silent as he remembered Shanaz's words. Who's the new neighbor?

Rayya stared for a moment right at the door of her apartment unit through the intercom. Who knows, suddenly there are other residents who came out of the front unit. Lonely, I didn't see the woman Shanaz saw. Maybe the woman is gone.

He waited a few minutes. Who knows, he found someone else out of that apartment.

"Not curious, just trying to be vigilant. Who knows if someone else will come out of the front apartment" he said, then shook his head. "I don't think I'm acting like you."

Shanaz chipped, then took out the loafer, put it on quickly then opened the door. Rayya clucked at Shanaz's.

"You don't wear high heels? Usually, the minimum of your shoes is ten inches, as proof that you are the same height. Why do you suddenly accept this reality? It's so not. you." Rayya shook her head in astonishment.

"Miss, right theme for this time we back to school. Miss is like a high school boy, so to look the same, I wear a loafer. Still mending than I wear sneakers."

Rayya sighed then quickly put on her shoes.

"Once in a while we're like slang children, like bestie who went to school together, "squealing his assistant was too enthusiastic.

Rayya snorted, then chose to step towards the elevator, continuing to the parking lot. He got into the car, sat in the seat next to Shanaz, letting the woman take over the wheel. Rayya then gasped when her assistant suddenly kicked the steering wheel then shouted.

"That's our new neighbor, Miss!" strangle him towards the car that just passed in front of them. Rayya stared at an ash-colored SUV. From the glass, it looks like a hijab woman is driving the vehicle.

"I've seen it, but when do I see it?"

Rayya. "You saw, in the hallway in front of the apartment," Rayya sneered.

Shanaz. "That's not what I mean, Miss! Seriously, his face was no stranger. I see where, anyway?"

Rayya sighed. "If you ask me, who do I ask? If you don't try to ask Mr. Han, he usually knows a lot of things. Secrets have a country, he can know."

Shanaz grunting. "I'm not kidding, Miss."

Rayya stared hard. "If you don't start driving soon, we'll be late. If we're late for a meeting, we'll get angry, Mr. Han. If we get angry, your annual bonus will be cut off" he said, pointing to the clock on the screen, on the lcd dashboard. "I'm not kidding!" coined.

Shanaz then turns on the engine, about a few minutes to heat up the vehicle. Rayya checks through the mobile phone application. Some divisions send files via email messages. Some of it was checked last night. Some still need to check before the meeting.

Shanaz started driving. The woman continued muttering about the possibility of who and how she knew the person earlier. Who's the new neighbor Shanaz saw?

Rayya let the woman mutter to herself. He looked towards the highway. Look at the traffic around their office area.

Actually, their office is pretty close. Located in the same area, Central Business District has a Busro company. It only takes fifteen minutes on foot, and fifteen minutes by car. Given the process of riding the car is more complicated, it is necessary to go to the parking area, heat the engine, go down to the lobby, and then head to the office. Not to mention having to go to the car park, just into the building, then the process of riding a car has the same time as walking.

Sometimes Rayya chooses to walk when going to the office. The atmosphere of the morning is more conducive, still not too dense. Just full of office employees. While later in the afternoon, many pedestrians, whether people who come from where.from mothers who want to shop in shopping centers, to street children, mingle with workers. So Rayya sometimes ask the driver to take her home, if he does not bring a vehicle.

Shanaz stopped right when Rayya shut down the electronic messaging app on his phone. He intends to take down Rayya, before heading to the car park. The woman then suffocated while staring at the lobby.

"That's Miss.. lady!" he said while pointing at the hijab-wearing woman who was standing in front of the building. It looks like he's waiting for someone.

"Seriously, Miss... I've seen, where have you been?" then he pulled out the phone. He opened the phone's camera, zooming several times.

Rayya. "Zahra, it's Zahra."

"Well! Yes, this is Zahra Kamila Bawazeer. Financial Influencers that often appear on selebgram, "he's fast.

Rayya sighed. "I don't know for sure his job status. I only know that she is the only daughter of Ahmed Ibn Bawazeer, a businessman, pioneer of the travel bureau of Hajj and Umrah tourism along with the export of imported goods from Eastern countries. It is said that they even have a kinship line with Emyr in a country there."

"Miss knows?"

Rayya nodded. "I was introduced to you. During his marriage to Mas Daus, Zahra came with his parents. Coincidentally they're friends of Mas Daus's father and mother."

"The question is, why did he come to our office? Do we have a project or do we have a plan to work with his father's company?"

Rayya shook her head slowly. "Look at me, we don't have the same plans. If your mom or dad has a project. I don't know yet" he replied. Rushing Rayya chose to go down. "Not to dream. You find parking, keep coming into the office. We'll be in a meeting soon."

Rayya closed the car door then stepped towards the lobby. He had time to slow down, hesitate to say hello or ignore remembering they had been acquaintances. However, the woman's parents were associates of the Busro family.

He will greet when a man appears from inside. Rayya nodded confusedly.

Just sec....

"Dragon!" pekik Zahra, waved his hand along with the arrival of the man.

Rayya blinked in disbelief as she looked at the man with a face full of twinkle, a big smile, stepping quickly towards Zahra. The man choked when he saw Rayya standing a few meters away while observing them. Rather than greeting Zahra, the man preferred to greet Rayya.

"Good morning, Rayya." His smile expanded, no less bright than the smile he gave to Zahra.

Rayya cleared her throat, then chose to step over ignoring the two people. He sighed. Why did Iman come so early to the office, and why did Iman get to know a relative of Emyr like that? So Rayya must be careful, Faith in fact he can not underestimate.