His Virgin Ex Wife
kind of back up

Rayya threw the body into the work chair, leaned back and then began to massage the forehead, moved around stroking the eyebrows, then pressed the temple. He felt that the new one he had experienced made no sense.

You see, it is said that this company was originally a trading business owned by Ibrahim Busro's parents. It used to be because of humanity and family reasons, parents divided the position. Then came various conflicts, political intrigue power struggles. Even when Ibrahim was young he was almost removed from the company. So he began to cut the top position of the company.

He risked a few subsidiaries who, if only real, had less than the target income, sacrificed it, distributed it to cousins and elders of Busro. As if to tell them, please take control and fight over my subsidiary, but you must not mess with my main company. So many business units such as factories making consumer goods and manufacturing and some shares owned by Ibrahim he relented, he split just to protect his main business unit.

The structure of this company also began to become more streamlined aka simplified. The top leadership is controlled by Ibrahim as the President Director. Then his son and son-in-law Daus filled the position of Director of Finance and Director of Operations and Strategy. Many position lines experience merging. There is no deputy director. It's just the managers, to help those two directors. Ibrahim was assisted by Mr. Handoko, his only confidant. In essence, the leadership peak experiences simplification. Then... how can Iman... suddenly come then take the position as... deputy director?

Holy hooch!

Faith changes the position of this company. It makes sense that Ibrahim wanted Daus to clean up the mess. However.. menjurrn it from the central company, making him as the Director of Finance just as a puppet-remember his work was delegated to Iman, then Daus just became a display, filling the position of Director of Finance. But this is still hard to accept logic.

Rayya remembers a long time ago when Ibrahim got rid of both of Daus' parents. Not without challenges considering the Elders Busro underestimated Rayya and Daus who filled the position. At that time Ibrahim had a reason that his son would start a business, open a trade with an Emyr in an eastern country for the betterment of the company. But still many guessed it was an expulsion.

Daus and Rayya also experienced rejection. Although this company is fully controlled by Ibrahim, although the families get other subsidiaries, but they still feel they have power, just interfere with taking care of the central company. So... how will it be when they find out other people even get an important position? Became the deputy director who had been the position was not even forced to be made up. Just because of faith?

Rayya rubbed her face. Actually, how good is faith? Why did Abraham believe this man?

He chose to stand up then walked over there to here, trying to ease the anxiety. The woman again threw down her back, leaning her body on the sofa that was used to receive guests. His head was stretched out and his eyes closed. It's not a dream, is it?

Rayya blinked when she heard someone pushing the door and opened it quickly.

“Halo cyst! Long time no chat, no talk, no see.. no huddle!” he was a woman a few years younger than Rayya.

He was not believing. The young woman stepped onto the sofa then sat down at the side, leaning her head against her arms.

“Say the kitty,” he said while pointing towards the door, associating the workplace Shanaz, “Mbak Rayya again bad mood?”

Rayya sighed, then looked at the thieving woman beside her. He stroked his head, rubbed one by one hair, then pleaded not to believe the fact that the hair that should be jet black instead turned colorful. There was pinkish-yellow soft-green pastel-blue tosca-and magenta hair on the inside hiding.

“You really high light? Kirain Mba is only in-extension? he shifted the topic of conversation.

Rayya looked at the young lady beside her. He wears pipe pants about seven-eight times. The top of it wears an over sized shirt. Rayya made sure it was LacoST, considering their brand's latest collection was indeed working with the production house, the owner of the copyright of the young woman's favorite cartoon character.

The woman next to Rayya chose to step aside then leaned back against the back of the sofa, supinely following Rayya's position. He looked at the ceiling of the room. His hand clasped the sling rope from his bag. Snapshot, Marcs and Jacobs! Equally, it still displays his favorite cartoon character in print almost as big as a bag, as if it meets the face, the front area of the bag. Rayya shakes. What age is Dhita? Does he not remember his age who was already two heads? Still like unyu things like this?

“Halo, Rayya.. always nice to see you,” a heavy voice a little hoarse returns awareness.

Rayya almost goosebumps, finding a man enter. He then walked to the sofa in front of Rayya and sat down.

“Mas... Arsa?!” he was stuck, not believing his eyes. “When to return?”

Dhita is back. “Mba Rayya how?! Yesterday I told you, we are new from around together. The holiday! That's why I forced him to come back here,” he said while mumbling, nagging and then snorting.

Rayya was still staring straight at him. The man smiled then leaned back on the back of the sofa. Her hair as usual, combed so neatly, but different this time her bangs began to be long, covering the forehead, allowed to touch the eyebrows. A favorite glasses, trade mark from Arsa. black framed glasses decorate his face. A dimple adorns the face when smiling.

“How are you, Rayya?”

“Ha?”

Arsa chuckles. “How are you?”

“Hah? Oh... Ha?” rayya asked half a failure to focus.

“Mba! Isha! Habits have not met Mas Arsa for a long time.once met turned into groupies! Mba Rayya is suspected as a fanatic Mas Arsa?!” search Dhita. “Mang plus handsome, right, Mba?” goda.

Rayya. Remember how long they hadn't met? When exactly did they meet before?

“Yes, Mas Arsa was never not handsome,” said with a smile. Rayya then sighed. Both of her eyes began to scan Arsa's appearance.

The man was in a long slim fit pants. He wears a short-sleeved collared shirt with the letters L and V small on the front side of the front. Next to his hand holding the phone, the latest output that can be folded. At his feet he wears rare edition sneakers with the letter V-tick across the length of the shoe.

Rayya sighed. He could not blame these two brothers. Although indeed their environment is old money, justifying both of them being snoobish, but in reality both Arsa and Dhita have their respective jobs and businesses that bring in rupiah coffers… make them then become like this, feel legitimate, just spend money buying collections of famous branded goods.

“Mba Rayya still deserves her skirt!” pekik Dhita when she noticed Rayya's clothes. “This is a long time ago we bought. Mine even long ago I sold in thrift shop,” murmured.

Rayya smile. When buying Arsa clothes first in addition to them buy Rayya skirts, Dhita actually went to buy a sweater without sleeves of the same color.

“Why did you sell? We are twinned,” Rayya said then frowned.

Dhita snorts. “I feel amused, Mba. We are rich trio kwik kwak if used together.”

Rayya chuckles with Arsa. Again, Rayya again looked at the dimples, doubling the level of Arsa's display.

“Hm...”.

Rayya blinked when she heard Arsa mendeham. The man took a breath, then looked straight at Rayya's greenish skirt. “Tell me, Rayya.. what kind of... back up?”

“Ha?” rayya asked and then looked at Arsa's question. “I mean how?”

The man then smiled, chuckling to himself. “You remember what Mas said?” her question while repeating, pointed towards Rayya's skirt.

Rayya remembered. He even used the same excuse this morning when he took the skirt. His eyes blinked when he found Arsa staring back at him.

“Tell me, what kind of... back up... that you... really need, Rayya?”