His Virgin Ex Wife
Ibrahim Busro

Shanaz screeched even nearly jumped when he opened the room door. He wanted to go downstairs to check if their breakfast could be delivered to the room. In fact, just as the door opened, he found dozens of men lined up neatly. Another more miraculous thing he discovered when his eyes looked at the old man sitting on the wooden bench in front of the room.

Rushing he again closed the door-slammed hard, as if reflex due to increased panic due to what was happening outside the room.

“Shanaz!” rayya squeals when she finds her assistant doing something silly.

“Nanaz!” he shouted again because his call had not been ignored.

The woman blinked and stared at the horror. “Shanaz, Miss... I am not a Pineapple,” the correction while tapping the index finger to the cheek, something that becomes a habit when he faces a precarious situation.

 Others may have a habit of scratching their heads, rubbing their eyebrows, or frowning, but Rayya's assistant unknowingly taps her index finger to her cheek while she is being overwritten by panic. Sometimes, Rayya is anxious then want to ask...why cheeks? The head, eyebrows, and forehead are still reasonable because they are still in the area near the brain. Maybe to give stimulation to the brain to trigger to find a way out, but cheeks...does he think his brain moved to the cheeks?

“I called Shanaz, but you were silent. Turn called Nanaz, you new response.”

Shanaz sighed then looked back at the horror.

“Why are you? It's still morning, Naz. You don't have to do anything. I'm dizzy again. We also have to catch the crossing this morning!”

“Miss..!” Shanaz hurriedly replied, diverting Rayya's nagging.

“What... why?” asked Rayya lazily.

Shanaz approached and stood firmly in front of Rayya, like a disciple who was ready to march to the flag ceremony.

“You are napa si-”

“Miss... did I see wrong or was there Mr Ibrahim out there?” pekik.

Rayya gawk-freezing right when she heard the remark of her assistant. What did he say? Who's the matter where?

“I just saw wrong or..”.

Before the woman stopped her speech, Rayya at full speed ran over and opened the door.

Holy hooch!

Oh my.huh…!

The assistant is right! They did not misunderstand that Ibrahim Busro was in front of him. The woman glanced at the dozen or so bodyguards lined up neatly lined up in front of the room. Rayya looked at a bodyguard who was standing closest to the door. His hand was stroking the reddened forehead. He guessed, the man stumbled at the door when Shanaz slammed him earlier.

Ibrahim looked and smiled stiffly. A smile from Abraham with thousands of meanings. Sometimes it means pleasantries, sometimes it means he is bored, sometimes it also means he holds back anger because the next second after smiling, he can cancel the cooperation… sometimes when employees are dizzy thinking about the meaning of the smile, Ibrahim pats the person on the back and then gives him a promotion or career advancement.

What does the smile of Ibrahim Busro mean?

“Hm...,” his murmur restores Rayya's mind.

Reflex he approached. Just when their distance became a few snores, Ibrahim gave the code to sit in his side chair. Rayya blinked - staggered at the thought of what he should do.

Ibrahim then coded his guards to give them some distance. The dark-clothed men rushed away to the end near the stairs, giving his master the opportunity to have a conversation with Rayya.

“You don't think of me as your grandfather anymore?” ibrahim asked Rayya.

He moved closer and sat down next to Abraham. “Kakek said that?”

Rayya blinked then frowned at the man's words.

“You want to escape to Jogja?” investigate, making Rayya stiffen. His face stiffened as the man guessed exactly what his plan was. How did Ibrahim know Rayya's plan? Shanaz has not even told you that after he left the island, he will not return to Jakarta for some time. Rayya intends to go to Jogjakarta, pulled over to the place of Busro's distant brother.

“Your household may be destroyed, but your company should not,”. Ibrahim Busro leaned in, giving off a terrifying aura. “You try to remember, thousands of employees lean their fate on our company,” he added.

Rayya sighed. Many times he reminded Abraham that he was nothing. Many times people told Ibrahim that he was crazy. Why would he trust his company more to Rayya, not Daus? Why would he give dozens of projects and responsibilities to his adopted grandson, not his biological grandson? Why does the man seem so dependent on Rayya who is a nobody compared to his own flesh and blood?

“Why...”.

“Because you're my grandson,” fast.

“Grandpa already has Mas Daus. I'm just a granddaughter of ang..”.

“Because you managed to bring our company as it is now. You managed to get our subsidiaries forward. You managed to make our product lines grow and sell more. You managed to make our stock value improve. You managed to increase the profit of our company from what was almost minus to exceed the target. Even at the beginning of the year, we can divide the dividend to the holders of saha as much as..”.

“Am I just considered a tool for grandfather?”

Ibrahim closed his eyes and sighed.

“What for grandfather, I am just a tool?”

Ibrahim smiled again and for a few minutes Rayya guessed what the hell the man's smile meant?

“You are my grandson, Rayya. If you're just a tool, why did you bring grandfather from the orphanage?” hatchling sneering. “I can finance you, give you a scholarship without having to announce that you are my grandson. I let you live your life in an orphanage. When you are big, I can ask you to return the favor and work for me.”

The man opened his eyes. “For example you are only considered a tool, why do I bother treating you fairly? Do you remember how I used to treat you and David?” he asked while looking hard.

Rayya almost choked on her own saliva. Ibrahim was right, he never hesitated to praise Rayya for his achievements. Ibrahim did not hesitate to scold Daus in front of Rayya when the man lost or made a mistake just to hurt Rayya.

“You're not a tool, Rayya. You're my grandson,”.

“If it takes time to return, you can take as many holidays as you want. But the thing is, no matter how far you go, it won't change the fact that your household is already damaged. Then you also want to destroy our company?”

Ibrahim seems to know Rayya's plan to escape and calm down. Perhaps this was what made the old man come this early. Not to mention this building has three levels with dozens of steps. Without an elevator, without an excavator, Ibrahim Busro rode one by one. There is no way he landed a helicopter on top of this hotel because Rayya believes in this minimalist building there is no helipad on the roof.

Ibrahim Busro climbed dozens of stairs just to take Rayya back to Jakarta? With his legs weak like that? He was no longer able to stand up straight. Ibrahim began to limp and needed a cane to walk.

Rayya only found out that in Ibrahim's life, he could be so valuable.

“Listen-heard, you even prepared a letter of resignation. You are intending to resign. Do you want to forget all your efforts so far?Do you really want to run away from Grandpa? Did you really admit defeat?”

Rayya gasped at Ibrahim's question. Did he admit? What does Ibrahim mean? Does he think Rayya hasn't lost? Is there anything he can do to win? Just win what and how? Did his grandfather talk about Daus? Is it possible that he wants Tsurayya to try to take Daus back?

“How about you go back to Jakarta with grandpa and we go back to fighting together?”

Rayya's reflexes blinked at those words. Is Ibrahim talking about her ex-husband? Does Ibrahim think Rayya still has a place in her ex-husband's heart? Is Ibrahim intending to get Rayya back to the Daus? Is it true that he can restore his household that has failed?

Oh my…!

Anyone who understands what Ibrahim Busro means, can tell Rayya? While his feelings are learning to sincerely let go, in fact he still has to deal with the man again. Is she guilty that her desire to take her ex-husband is getting stronger?