His Virgin Ex Wife
Expulsions

Rayya went straight, stupid with the greetings of employees when passing by. His head was filled with various estimates why Zahra came to his office? Why was Iman in the office so early? He considered the many possibilities of why they were in this office.

He frowned, squinting his eyes. Maybe they have a special plan? Like dethrone? Seizing the position Rayya had? Is it possible that her ex-husband approved of their plan?

Is it possible.. Faith and Daus' new wife make plans? They secretly play a project, approach Daus's parents then build a business with Zahra? If it is true, then what? Rayya can do what? Want to protest, he realized that his status was nothing to this family. Rayya must be ready to be removed at any time.

The woman sighed then stepped into the study. He put down the bag, turned on the computer screen, opened the tablet. His hand was twitching. He needs to look back at the company's report, before the meeting held this morning begins.

Rayya only knew that if he had a job as strategy director, he had even lost interest in playing power politics in this office. Rayya just wants to survive.at least this is the job that gives her the money to live life. Slow down, maybe he needs to find another job. She does want to take revenge on Daus, but given the social stratum position of her ex-husband, Rayya feels quite satisfied that at least, she can survive, stay standing without faltering and then start considering focusing on organizing his life by looking for another job.

At least the experience that Rayya has is able to make it easier for him to get a job in another company. Ibrahim Busro did not put pressure on the company he was applying for. If the old man intervenes, then Rayya will not even be accepted to work in a micro-scale company.

Rayya blinked when Shanaz came in.

“Miss have you heard? Meeting moved,” he said.

Rayya. “I don't know yet. Why?”

“So Mr. Han called he said we moved to the upper room.”

Rayya. That upstairs room is for a board meeting of top-level managers. At most the pol was just enough for a meeting with ten people. Usually they just use it to meet important clients, or urgent meetings between high managers. While this morning Rayya schedule a meeting with top and middle level managers. Given they need to discuss sales projections for the next month. “Not enough if you want to use a meeting room have Grandpa.”

Shanaz. “So just said that we were told to go upstairs, Miss. If it is enough or not enough, I do not know,” he replied.

He sighed then frowned. Is this related to that woman? Zahra, is Mr Han planning to announce a new project with Zahra?

Rayya sighed. What are they actually planning? The woman rushed to pick up the tablet then invited her assistant to go to the raoat room, find out what happened.

The two paused for a moment while observing the situation through the glass door. Inside was filled by Mr. Han, Daus, some higher-ups, and Iman. Rayya snorted when she saw him. It turns out that Faith is playing around in this company.

Rayya opened the door and then entered. His assistant followed Rayya's steps. The situation inside the room suddenly grew colder, as if the temperature had dropped by about a few degrees. He knew something like that was happening.

The woman sat in front of Mr. Han, facing each other at the very edge of the table, near the projector. Meanwhile, the man, Iman, sat right next to her ex-husband, Daus, two chairs facing each other in front of Rayya.

Rayya frowned in disbelief staring at the man. Based on his memory when he first met, Iman did wear a suit, or. Between that is. But at that time Rayya did not pay much attention. Right now, he could see clearly.the man's clothes printed his body so clearly. If it had met when entering the lobby, Rayya had not been noticed. This time, the man's appearance looked close, very real.

Not small, but indeed the thing, the suit, as contrived specifically. It is not just an item from a department store, not an item that can be purchased from the origin. Rayya. Just yesterday he saw the man wearing a million people's polo shirt, albeit at a middle-class price, but still. He could be wearing high-end clothes. It only took a few days, the man even began to feel part of the rich! For Rayya, the man's behavior was no different from his sister who was ostentatious for suddenly becoming a rich man.

“Hm...”.

Rayya refocused her mind when she heard someone open their voice.

“I think we can start a meeting this morning.”

Rayya looked straight. The old man sitting in front of him opened a file.

“Mr Ibrahim has decided that there will be a leadership overhaul.”

Rayya. He thought Ibrahim wanted him to lead the company. In fact, the man wanted to make a change of leadership. That's what it means? A leadership reshuffle... ousted Rayya from her position? Then how'd you like? Rayya could not protest. He has no right to protest.

He already guessed. When he didn't see Zahra at the meeting, it wasn't about a new project. He felt unresponsive. He only knew that there would be something to remember. Faith was in the meeting, meaning that there might be something. Rayya had not calculated that something was like a leadership reshuffle. He didn't think it was possible. he was overthrown so quickly.

“Master Ibrahim said, starting in the next few days we have a new leadership change. Some positions in the company will be no turnover.”

Rayya felt suddenly the entire room staring at her. He sighed. Perhaps Faith would replace him considering that the man had suddenly attended this meeting. If indeed he will be replaced by Faith, Rayya should be happy. Didn't he have the desire to leave and start a new future? If Ibrahim Busro takes it off, then that means Rayya is allowed to move to another company, right?

Shanaz sat with a Daus secretary at the edge of the room. Usually it is only Mr. Han, Daus, and Rayya who have the facility to invite their secretary when there is a meeting in a limited room like this. Other assistants can only wait in the hallway, or one floor below. If it wasn't so important, they wouldn't even have to come along.

The woman watched Rayya. He knew something was not right. If for example Rayya will be replaced, then what is his fate? Can he be fired after Rayya is replaced by someone else?

They both breathe. Rayya folded her hands, crossed her arms and glanced at her assistant. He knew that his fate was not okay.

Rayya sighed. He bet, maybe this is the most correct decision. He needs to relinquish that position.

“Lord Daus with Mr. Faith.”

Wait a min's….

“That is, Sir?”

Rayya looked to the side. This old man, an HRD manager, had just represented Rayya's confusion.

“Mr Ibrahim intends to replace Mr. Daus with Mr. Iman.”

Rayya turned towards her ex-husband. The man fell silent then tightened his jaw as if growling slowly. Both hands clenched, as if he wanted to break the pen he was playing in the handrail.

“For a while, Mr. Ibrahim intends to send Mr. Daus to oversee the project in Jogja. Given.. the project met some obstacles, then Mr. Ibrahim will send Mr. Daus there. To fill the void, Mr. Iman is willing to become a financial director for..”.

Daus is moving rough. He pushed the chair and then stepped out. The participants who attended the meeting suddenly whispered. Rayya reflexively follows her ex-husband, ignoring all sorts of commotion.

“Mas! Mas Daus!” he strutted while running after.

The man hurriedly pressed an elevator button, many times. He wants to avoid Rayya. The elevator closed.

“Mas! You... All this.... What's the matter? Why suddenly Faith...”

Daus raises his hand, then squeezes Rayya's shoulder.

“What is your wife planning? Why can Iman take your position?”

Daus took a breath, closing his eyes trying to ease his frustration. “Don't bring my wife. He doesn't know anything.”

“How can? I suspect your wife. Why can Iman call your position try? He wants to buy the company..”.

“Stop! Stop, Rayya!” the pekik does not accept.

“Mas!”

“I just asked you to stop, stop blaming the others. You don't even know what happened, do you? You... do not know the truth yet,” he half lamented. “Do not constantly blame others.”

Rayya. He wants to argue. If he can't accuse Daus' new wife, then who's wrong? In fact, since Daus got married again, his fate seemed more miserable. Starting from being forced to. he was forced to change positions with Rayya, then sentenced only so that Daus took responsibility for his troubled project.

“Mau Mas how? From the first I was nasihatin. I have to take that project. Right, it's a problematic project. Not to mention the disappointed grandfather with Mas's choice, marry the same girl carelessly like that. Now... Mas himself will get in trouble.”

Stop!” the pekik does not accept. Daus squeezes the hands, holding the yells and swearing in the mouth. He pointed towards his ex-wife and then inhaled a deep breath.

“Rinai don't know anything.”

“Terus who knows? If he's not the same Faith, whose fault is this? Me? What is it this time I want to mistake me?!” his protest.

Daus raised his hand, holding both of Rayya's shoulders. “You. You... don't know the truth, Rayya.”

The woman sighed. “If so, tell me, Mas... tell me who's wrong? Well... What is this because of me? Is it true that this is also my fault? Not that Mas said that since I entered this family, Mas treated unfairly with Grandpa. Is this really my fault?” rayya asked annoyed.

“This time what's my fault, Mas? Try saying, Mas....share which one of me is wrong?!” pekik.

“Listen to me,” he opened looking straight at Rayya's eyes. “You need to know, you must remember. In the future, no matter what happens, you remember me. All the decisions I choose, just to save my life and, Rayya.”

Daus stepped up, riding the elevator, leaving Rayya silent on her own. The man then chose to stay away.