His Virgin Ex Wife
too many things fishy

Rayya. It's past the Maghreb, medekati Isya. Indeed how much of Faith makes trouble until Shanaz is overtime all this time? Usually if there are no important problems, Shanaz does not want to linger in the office overtime. He was so-so an employee who lost. When it's time to go home, he'll hurry home.

As Rayya remembered, had not seen the addition of work. Apart from the schedule change, it was also due to the request of the Faith. While the meeting that should be routinely done every Monday is postponed tomorrow morning. That means the weekly report as well as the projection of next week activities will only be discussed tomorrow morning. Shanaz shouldn't have had that much work and why is it that people haven't come home so far?

His hand grabbed the phone and then pressed a number. “Where?” ask Rayya quickly.

His opponent had not yet opened his voice.

“Naz! It's the night! Where are you?” ask again. There was noise through the cell phone. “Where are you going?” reworked. However, Shanaz is Rayya's responsibility. He is not a child but when Rayya asks him to move here, it means he is in Rayya's responsibility. If suddenly things happen less fun let alone misfortune! Rayya rubbed his forehead then cursed.

“Where are you, Shanaz? If you are why, what will I say to your parents?” tanyanya was impatient. In addition to feeling responsible to Shanaz's parents, Rayya also thought if there was something about his company's problems. Or. who knows like an acquaintance's assistant. On the part of a business associate, the assistant was vilified, convicted on miscellaneous charges. Usust had a stretcher, it turns out that the assistant did not want to help his boss' business colleagues to work together to play the project. Given his integrity, Rayya was afraid that one day his assistant would have the same problem. Holy hooch! Can't! Rayya could not let the person in her circle get into such trouble.

“I... I came out, again invited by the evening of Miss Dhita, Miss,” she replied.

“Dhita? Are you the same as Dhita?” rayya asked confusedly.

“Yes, Miss Dhita went to the office. Continue.. sa... I am in.. tell nemenin... eat malan, Miss,” the answer seems very clear that Shanaz played the role. His way of speaking was too careful.

“Halo Mba... Shanaz again same me,” someone said. Maybe he took his assistant's phone.

“You guys had dinner? Why don't you two take Mba anyway? Do you usually come here again to eat?” rayya asked suspiciously.

“Iya, Mba.. was right in the office, Mba has returned. It's just Kitty. Keep on going to Mba's apartment, there's a client calling. He asked for a meeting,” replied Dhita who again.. Rayya knew that they were playing a skit. Dhita is the same as Shanaz, they are the same, they are equally difficult to lie. Although his speech was smoother than his assistant, but if Dhita lied, his tone sounded too sweet, smilling voice. Like like. people if lying is suddenly very sweet or too cheerful. But it was just trivial and not fun. Meet clients at night, but the Dhita suddenly cheerful like this?

There are two possibilities. First, the client is the new bust of Dhita. That's why he wants to meet even though nights like this. Adherents of the concept: all the work is done during working hours.which is her office hours is maximum only until the afternoon and the rest is just a joke, somewhat… he meets up with clients to give up his free time. And secondly, it's only the first week he's been back in the country. Usually Dhita just want to enjoy a mattress, selonjoran and lazing. If Uti says, maybe Dhita again measuring mattress. Who knows, suddenly his bed was wider if he rolled one day in bed.

The next possibility, if Dhita does not meet a client who once again, makes little sense, then Dhita is planning. He frowned when their conversation stopped. It seems Dhita accidentally turned off Rayya's call.

The woman nodded. It turned out to be true, Dhita was in a hurry to cut off the chat. There's something they're planning. But what the hell? Why can't Rayya know about their problems?

His mind was interrupted just as he heard the sound of his apartment bell. Looks like someone wants to meet and then press the bell. Rayya. Wh who? His mouth was grumbling softly. Don't tell me that. Iman intends to visit!

Rayya silenced it and then re-scrolled the phone screen. He wants to read messages on social media. The Wa group was really excited about the Daus issue. He then clucked. Did they forget that Rayya was still a member? Why would they argue over Daus, commenting on things even when he was a member? Because Rayya is not active in the group for too long. Indeed, since the first time, Rayya had never sent a message let alone reply to their conversation. She only became a silent reader, but read the conversation secretly, observing people who unconsciously talk about it and her ex-husband, without realizing its existence even gives a pleasant sensation.

Imagine someone speaking badly, encouragingly and thought he was safe because the rumored person did not know anything even. Know this, Rayya should be more diligent to pay attention to social media.

Her eyes whizzed when reading someone began to relate that the misfortune of her ex-husband, because he was cursed? Suddenly someone thinks that maybe. Rayya is still vengeful then swore, complain to God, and. boom! Daus was affected..he was required to atone for his sins!

Rayya began to growl. Again, he was blamed for something that should not pray Daus. If for example he is so relaxed living life, he chooses to pray and ask for a bright future, for himself. Why so diligently pray for others, let alone bad prayer? Already berating people get sins, if Rayya still wants to curse people? Pestering?

He considered how if suddenly he gave a comment. What happened in that group? The woman will just type something but a message goes into the group.

Guys!

Rayya.

Yes Allaah. Mr. Professor. once he comes can fit. again on the bounty, Mr. Professor comes. Want to follow, sir?

Mr Prof, once back here, do you follow me? Mr Prof is ready now? We're talking about the Daus, sir….

Rayya stared at a delivery. The laughing emoticon was sent several times by the man.

The world is safe, isn't it, Prof? Tumben Mr. Prof.... out goa? There's not gonna be any shaking, is there?

Right, after the full moon, Arsa suddenly joined, sending a message to the chat group. Only certain times, such as news about Rayya and Daus or their families, Arsa just joined. Rayya observed the incoming chat a few times. The topic of discussion turned into the matter of Arsa who suddenly returned. Though it is said that he had just carried out a project of cooperation on health problems with neighboring countries, developing immunity serum. In case that in the future suddenly appear new viruses.

The group's language changed suddenly making Rayya sigh. To reason however Rayya thanked Arsa. Due to his reluctance, the man was willing to step in and join the chat. They then forget about Rayya's problems as well as her ex-husband.

Rayya took the cup intending to make a green tea latte. His activities were forced to interrupt the sound of someone pressing the bell. The woman nodded. He remembered his new neighbor. Rayya then moved lazily, choosing to ignore him. He took the tea capsule and then put it in the machine. Water started to come out, filling his cup. His hand was splashed by the scum of hot water that came out from inside the cup when his mind was again disturbed.

Holy hooch!

He snorted then chose to step wide towards the door. Who pressed the bell so many times? If it was Faith, Rayya did not hesitate to run amok! The woman stepped wide, slamming into the door. Irritatedly he opened it.

“What do you want to do anyway, Iman?”

“Iman?” ask someone surprised.

Rayya. He condemned his own mistake. Why can he be careless? Before opening the door, he peeked at his guest.

“You... again wait for Faith?” tanyanya.

Rayya. He looked at his guest. The guy's wearing a shirt. This time with long sleeves then chose material pants as his subordinates. It appears that he just came home from the office. “I Wait for Faith? If you can, I hope we do not need to see you again,” he said while looking straight at the opposite apartment door.

“Dia... stay there?”

Rayya sighed. “Grandfather told him to stay there, Mas.”

The man paused for a moment then looked at Rayya. “You want us to chat..”

“Oh... sorry, Mas,” said Rayya aware of his irreverence. He intended to let in and then suddenly frowned. He is now alone and that means that if you let a man into the apartment, they are certainly alone. Rayya, think fast.

“I'm not a bad guy, Rayya. There are a lot of times and opportunities that I can use if I want to do evil or just bluff you, right?! but the proof is we.... me and you, it is always on the safe limit right?”

Rayya smiled flatly, again cursing his stupidity. How could he think that the man, the kindest person he knew, even though the world and its allies hated Rayya, he would be in the front row helping him… Rayya even doubted the goodness of his intentions.

“I just want to take dinner, this is me bring. Your favorite, right?!”

Rayya blinked looking at Arsa's smile, her hand lifting the plastic package. The aroma of warm rice, gulai spices, rendang, sambalado, and cucumber.

“If you still don't want anything, we can go down, eat somewhere else.”

Rayya shook his head. “no, Mas, I was just shocked. They came not to tell. Why suddenly? I usually tell you if I want to play. Why... suddenly?” tanyanya then steps aside, making room for Arsa to enter her apartment.