His Virgin Ex Wife
Polar Bear's

Rayya turned around, just as the elevator doors were closing. Shanaz gasped when he saw his superior, re-entering the meeting place. His assistant who had been following Rayya from the beginning, turned around. With wide strides, the woman pushed roughly the door of the room.

“I ask everyone out,” growled.

The members of the meeting frowned, meeting the look of a Rayya. His eyes were buying, his breath hunting. “I'm asking you guys out! Out all!” screeches while still glaring, challenging them one by one.

Handoko let out a breath. “You all came out,” his orders later, granting the request of the raging woman in front of him.

“Father come out,” correction. Rayya confronts his grandfather's confidant. “Bapak is coming out. Everything is out except.. you!” he pointed to faith without fear.

Rayya. The managers are fussing over something that happened. Handoko chose to stand, not prolonging the problem. Seeing the man walk out of the meeting room, the other participants hurriedly followed him. They're still sane. If Pak Handoko who is Ibrahim's assistant trust has been expelled like that, let alone them? Who are those who can challenge Rayya's anger?

The old man stared through the glass door. The managers standing behind whispered about this incident. Employees of the company already understand that the number one position here is Ibrahim Busro. Only after Daus, Tsurayya, and Pak Handoko. Among the three, which is more influential. But seeing how Handoko chose to fulfill Rayya's expulsion like this, making them, at least, believe that Tsurayya Busro, does hold the key to leadership at least a level above. At the very least, the woman is considered more important than Daus who was only removed a few minutes ago.

Rayya took a quick step, moved right, approached the man. Faith stared at Rayya's movements then turned the chair, facing the body towards her.

Good Lord!

Faith is almost up. In a movement of a few seconds, Rayya suddenly pulled the collar of the suit. In a sitting position, Iman was forced to grunt. “Nice try!” Rayya screeched, then rubbed the material of the man's suit. “The Armany, pure wool, in navy,” hisses annoyed, commenting on the suit.

The meeting participants who were driven to observe the scene in the meeting room while glancing around, disbelievingly looked at Rayya. What does that woman want? Is he planning to torture the Faith blatantly? Take him to a punch-up? Given... it is impossible if Rayya... would do activities... who is right, considering he has confined the man? In front of a lot of people like this?

Athaghfirullah!

Faith stomped Rayya's hand then rushed to her feet. Rayya almost lost her balance. Fortunately the wedges he wears have not so high rights. The woman quickly re-raised her back.

“You are not a*delivery, Rayya.  You're a fine woman and you don't have to talk with that muscle.”

Rayya. “Say your plans.”

Faith cringing. “What plan?”

Rayya stepped closer. But. unfortunately the choice made Rayya realize that the man in front of her has a height more than twelve inches from her. Rayya had to look up.

Compared to her ex-husband, the man in front of her was much taller. Rayya with a height of one hundred and seventies inches, still need to look up at him. Actually, he used to meet colleagues from abroad with a similar height of Faith. However.. be in a zone as close as this yes. Other colleagues where Rayya ever do the action.pull pull the collar like this.

Rayya was silent. He felt that he was preparing to fight Grizzy-the bear. But given the man's skin color is brighter, maybe he is suitable to be a polar bear-polar bear, compared to the brownish Grizzy. Like, Rayya is like preparing for a fistfight with his interlocutor.

“What plan? Do you know what my plan is? I don't even have a plan.”

“God!” yaya's screech rages.

People outside are still watching faithfully. Like looking at a mute telenovela, given that the room was soundproofed, they could only stare at the two people in the room with scenes like mime-noiseless.

“You can even get rid of Mas Daus, your sister-in-law. Wait a minute later... You can get rid of me!” accuse Rayya while tightly gripping the man's collar. “Wear these clothes, how do you feel cool? You want to show off if you can get rid of Ibrahim's grandson? Do you want to raise your social status? Only use ginian?” he said screeching then squeezing the fringes of Faith's clothes even nearly lifted the man's body as if challenging him to slam his body.

It was not in vain that the woman trained in martial arts. At the very least, he could vent anger at his opponent, his great enemy.

“You did the devide et impera! Politics is complaining! You even got rid of Daus! You try to look all expensive, just to give the impression.you are more worthy, more worthy than Mas Daus! Who do you think you are?”

“I... Faith, Sulaiman.” The man moved unexpectedly, jerking Rayya's hands then clasping her wrists, pulling her closer.

“There are two things that are not right from your hypothesis, Rayya. First of all, I am not an invader. Why am I tired of using the device et impera? Why tussle you guys? Okay if you manage to complain...,” he said while moving to lift both fingers, make quotes, in the clouds.

The opportunity made Rayya retreat. Rushing Rayya let go of her wrist then moved away.

“You might be able to if I fight. Just...how can I manipulate Mr Ibrahim's mind? Try... tell me, how to do your grandfather, anyway?”

Rayya. The Theory of Faith, if thought not entirely wrong. Daus' expulsion must have received his grandfather's approval. But... why?

“Second,” says Faith, making Rayya refocus. “You are not sheep. You are human beings with a mind. If indeed you think I was wrong.. try to tell me where wrong?” his challenge.

“What's wrong? I was wrong to wear expensive clothes...I bought my own money, not from the results of the gush or fraud people? If it's true this is because of my clothes, okay. I think you have a broad mind. Is this the era of colonization and social strata only seen from clothes? Only people with money like you can buy expensive clothes?” tanyanya cynic.

 Faith cursed. In fact, he hopes that Rayya's accusations will come true, especially in the part that affects the mind of Ibrahim Busro. His intention was purely to help Rayya, only unfortunately this woman was in a hurry to raise a sign of hostility from the beginning. Imman.Iman suddenly regretted being forced to grant Ibrahim's request. Now he is caught between fulfilling an agreement with Ibrahim and fighting with Rayya's anger, or trying to break free. Thank God that later his sister, Rinai, can come with him to save.

“You didn't think. Why you always wrong me. You are upset with your ex-husband. Then, you had a problem with Rinai, my sister, though it doesn't make sense considering that she was invited to marry. So the matter is why your grandfather told Daus to move, why is it my fault? Why are you mad at me, Rayya?” angry protests.

“Why don't you ever consider that actually, this is all, the beginning of the problem is not your fault, Rinai, let alone me. It all started because of the incompetence of a Busro Daus!”

Rayya. Next to his hand was ruffled by his waist and the other side was twitching his forehead. Ponytail Rayya moves in his steps, to the left, then his body approaches the chair, choosing to sit.

“Why is Daus not capable, do not dare to take responsibility for his life, why do you even blame others?!” hatchling fierce.