His Virgin Ex Wife
The Againts the Black Prince

The man clucked then squeezed hard the paper bend in his grasp. Iman had intended to go to Rayya's room, wanted to do a crosscheck, just confirm financial data. He can confirm with Daus but the man may be busy.Prepared to go considering that at the meeting, Daus was already coded to move to the branch office.

In addition, Iman deliberately came to Rayya, just want to make small talk. Maybe the woman wants to say something, discuss this, vent the rest of the anger, whatever they can do to build interaction. Wasn't Abraham's desire one of them for Faith to approach Rayya?

It is not necessary to dream too grandiose to want Rayya to love him, just like as a fellow human being in fact Rayya does not want. The proof is that Faith hears itself, with both ears, how Rayya sees him as an enemy.

“Mr not in?” shanaz asked just as I found Faith turning around.

The man sighed. He smiled slowly at Shanaz. “I think Rayya is busy, this is me. Later help you just give to Rayya,” he said as he moved out his arm, giving the papers he held.

“Miss Rayya is not busy, sir. But indeed his friend again came,” said Shanaz quickly then took the paper entrusted Iman.

Faith nodded. Rayya is not anti-social. He has friends. Although it is indeed his friend, he likes to demean others, consider newcomers as a threat, not partners.

Not wrong indeed-remember Faith with Rayya has a unique relationship, then when Iman entered into the company of course Rayya welcomed him with antipathy, not happy.

“I go back first, later you please love the data to Rayya,” Iman and then choose to leave.

Shanaz nodded quickly. His hand tidied up the file and brought it into Rayya's room.

“There are files that must be seen the same Miss,” he said after knocking on the door. Although the door is open, it is more polite to knock before entering. This is a culture of politeness, the rules of order are not written by a subordinate before entering the room of his superior.

Rayya. The conversation with Dhita also stopped Arsa for a moment. “From whom?”

“Pak Iman,” replied Shanaz quickly.

Rayya frowned even deeper. “Should he be here?”

Shanaz nodded then almost screeched, as Dhita suddenly blinked, then stood up, then took a quick step towards hitting Shanaz's body.

Arsa clucked at her sister's behavior and followed her. “Dhita!” snarl.

Rayya blinked, digesting the incident.

“Dhita!” pekik Arsa while spelling out his sister's steps.

The young lady chose to speed up the movement. He saw his target.a man he thought was his target.

Holy hooch!

“Halo!” he then rushed to pat the man on the shoulder.

“You Faith?” ask without further ado.

The man stopped walking and then looked in disbelief. The petite woman in front of him looked up at him, did a quick scan.

“You... Faith?” ask again and then turn your head.

The man reached out, smiling kindly, brightly, brightly, like crackers that had just entered the jar. Rachete!

Faith looked towards Rayya's room. Is this Rayya's friend? But this petite young woman - remembering the stature of Faith - was too tall and the woman who stared dejectedly in front of her was a miniature, wearing a large T-shirt with a cartoon figure, making her like a stray boy. Is he a student? Or a school boy?

“Whose is this?”

Dhita grunting. “You... this... ckckck...” the woman goes back to scanning, judging the appearance of Faith. “Kok can-can Grandpa ask you to come in here? Replace the Mas Daus? Daebak!” screech while shaking.

In a hurry, Dhita pulled out the hand of Faith, then touched her clothes. His hand rubbed the cloth material and suddenly pulled the man's suit. “Udah for sure, this is The Armany right?!” he then squinted his eyes, observing the alphabetical row symbols on the suit buttons.

“You.... who?” tanyanya while pulling tight the collar of her suit, half the fatigue on her tiptoes. “You.... who?”

“Dhita!” screamed a man. “Stop! Don’t!” repeat, then speed up the pace. Not just running, Arsa like.

“Down your hands!” he said right, when Arsa stopped a few inches face to face with Faith. “Stop!” his screech then pulled his sister's arm, taking her backwards and away from the man.

Arsa caught his breath, not gasping at all even though he had run that fast. Perhaps, he learned some of The Flash's techniques. In fact, he wasn't exhausted at all.

“I... Arsa,” he said, extending a hand to Faith.

The man blinked. He tidied the clothes that look kusust in the folds of the collar of the suit and arm because it had been pulled. “Halo Iman.” With a smile, he held Arsa's hand.

Again, Iman was treated like a buyer when entering a famous boutique. Scanned from head to toe of the shoe. Judged, estimated, guessed, guessed, just in case he couldn't-don't dare to buy or touch any object after seeing the price tag hanging on the display shirts. Does faith look so pathetic?

“Mba Rayya is right, Mas. That's really The Armany, not me, I've been holding, original! He can afford an expensive suit like that, Mas?!” whispered Dhita but free to remember. his voice was still heard by the man's ears considering their distance was quite close.

“Iya, this is indeed not kw, this is aseli bought at a discount,” Iman said sneering then smiling wryly.

“Sediscon-discount anywhere, The Giorgio Armany suit will not be as cheap as HnM, right?” he was quick, then snorted. “Who are you, what do you have? What Grandpa bought your clothes?”

Faith takes a breath. “Do I look so sad that I can't afford to buy good clothes?”

“You...”.

“Dhita!” Arsa again growled when he understood his sister too late. He pulled Dhita backwards behind his back. The man turned his body to face his sister, then glared at her.

“You why bother keep?”

“I just wanted to find the info, Mas. He was Grandpa's choice. Though he is as far as we know, the Faith of Faith is nobody, nobody,” he half whispered.

Arsa took a breath. “But you only offended him. You're overreacting,” scolds him.

Faith throbs. “Halo, I'm still here,” he said, interrupting the conversation of the two people in front of him. “Is there anything to talk about again with me?”

Arsa glared at Dhita, giving the code to her sister to stop their commotion.

“Then, I'd better be permi..”.

Arsa flipped the body, looking back at Faith. The man then took a breath, taking a few steps forward. The shoulders of the two of them clashed violently, making Iman realize that he was indeed bullied. Right beside the ears of Faith, Arsa hissed, “I don't know for sure what plan Grandpa had. I also do not really understand what kind of game you two do. but dude... If you intend to play with Rayya, I just want to say! She is mine!”