His Virgin Ex Wife
Reunite

Tsurayya Busro frowned when she found two men sitting at the secretariat table, in front of her ex-husband's room. He then thought to himself, guessing the events behind this change. Are the two men Daus' new secretary?

Her ex-husband is back in his old habits. Before marrying Rayya, the man chose a man as his secretary. They are more resilient and more able to control emotions - according to the man. Plus the amount of info out there about the scandal between the boss and the secretary, then Daus emoh hired a female secretary. Already his life is full of future plans to marry Tsurayya Busro-the woman his grandfather chose.

After filing for divorce, Daus chose a woman as his secretary. Rayya felt strange, but at that time he thought that his suspicion was just blind jealousy. Moreover, at that time he minimized all the commotion with the Daus. God knows that when the divorce period, Rayya for buffalo languish and plucked his nose alias, would obey whatever Daus wants.

She was like a stupid woman who only thought about how to make her ex-husband change his mind and undo the divorce. Until a few days ago his suspicions were proven, the former secretary-daus-woman became his new wife. So is it true that Daus deliberately chose the woman as his secretary? Were they cheating when Rayya and Daus were married? Did the woman snatch and tease Daus when Rayya was still his wife?

“Sorry, Mom,” one man forbade Rayya to open the door and another was busy calling.

Rayya frowned then looked at the two young men, one by one from head to toe, several times.

“Sorry, Mom. Mr. Daus...”.

“One,” cut Rayya fast. “I don't like being called Madam or Mom because I.. haven't been that old,” he said cynically. “Call me... Miss!”

“Good... Mi...Miss,” fast reply.

Rayya stared intently, making the man look down because he felt overwhelmed by Rayya's dominance. “Both... you... don't know who I am yet?” his tan hissed, sounding as a half-threat rage. “You don't know me yet?” reworked.

The man looked deeper and deeper, realizing that he had made a big mistake.

“I know, Miss... You are Tsurayya Busro, but..”.

“What?” rayya said, interrupting the other man's speech. He looks like he just put the phone down and entered the conversation. Maybe this second secretary wanted to help her friend who was already scared of Rayya.

“Mr Daus forbids anyone from entering his room,” he replied.

Rayya smiled and then changed to look hard. “But, I'm not anyone. Just in case you don't understand, I'm this..”.

“My ex-wife,” said someone behind Rayya.

He turned around when he heard the man's voice. Daus Busro, located a few inches in front of Rayya. Instantly both hands clenched. Emotions and emotions began to struggle in Rayya's heart. He does not know, he does not know what this feeling means because between disappointment or longing he does not know which one is more controlling.

“She Tsurayya Busro, my ex-wife at once. “You remember that. You should also know that next time you need to be more polite with him,”.

Rayya wants to cry. In all the tens of times and moments of bullying that Daus did, this time he felt disappointed so much. Rayya already knew in fact Daus chose to be hated rather than missed.

“Mas! I don't want you...”.

“Follow me,” cut it fast, open the door of the room.

Rayya stepped right behind Daus.

“Don't close,” he suddenly opened when Rayya almost close the door. “We already... not muhrim,” his add in one *******breath.

“Mas!” tekik Rayya was surprised to find the man could be this long.

The man turned his eyes and ignored Rayya's disappointment. He stepped towards his chair. Rayya gave a quick chase and sat down in front of him.  Rayya kept staring as if figuring out what was wrong with Daus? Why does he hate it so much? For God's sake.Daus blatantly announced that among them, there was a wall that not even Rayya should forget. That they are no longer muhrim, they are no longer husband and wife. They are no one.

Holy hooch!

Good Lord!

“What do you need?” daus asked while pretending to be busy. His hands were busy moving the mouse and his eyes were staring at the computer.

“You... Have you eaten, Mas?” ask Rayya sweet. For the sake of this man he forgot for a moment his pride.

Daus sighed then went back to pretending to read the data on the screen in front of him.

“You... Have you eaten, Mas?” ask Rayya a second time.

“You are here because you want my name to eat what has not?” daus asked without turning his eyes away from his work.

Rayya was silent for a few seconds then took a breath and cleared her throat. Back then when they were kids to teenagers, Daus used formal language with Rayya. The woman understood that Daus was trying to assert his positions that Daus was Rayya's boss, his boss, and that she was nobody! Rayya felt being reminded all the time that he was just an ash-up that was nothing, nothing.

Until... somehow since when he realized that Daus started using the pronouns “aku” and “kamu” when talking to Rayya. Maybe it started when the man realized that Rayya deserved to be his companion. Perhaps it was when they discovered the sweet moments that perhaps, albeit an instant, made Daus like him. Maybe it was a momentary moment where Rayya had a place even for a moment.

Then the man reaffirmed the boundary between them.

“I had eaten this morning,” answered Daus, glanced at a glance and found that the woman in front of him was looking down weakly. Rayya looked at the pile of papers in her hand.

Daus watched the woman for a few seconds. His face looks exhausted, evidence that the pattern of his ex-wife's life began not good. Rayya never wants to sleep last night. For him, sleeping late that night will make him have eye bags, make his skin sagging, miss it has golden time for collagen recovery and cell regeneration of his body. So Rayya, for a lifetime-to his knowledge would not want to stay up late.

Although the work piles up, sleeping on time is a must for Rayya. But this woman has a tired look. Although his face is still charming and has an alluring hue, but for years the man knew Rayya, he understood that skin care is not able to cover the whole pattern of life that is not good and his ex-wife… it's not okay.

If he can be honest, Daus wants to punch himself and then kneel in front of Rayya, apologizing to the woman to make his feelings calm. But Daus cannot. He promised Abraham to himself.

“I've eaten, Rayya,” murmured more gently. He sighed and faced Rayya completely. “You are here why?”

Rayya raised her head then looked back at the man. For a few minutes the woman silently watched the man in front of her. Daus isn't really okay. He looks.

“Mas haven't shaved in a long time?”

Daus reflexes frowned and then fingered his chin. When he realized his behavior, he immediately lowered his hand, trying to behave naturally. “In addition to asking for a meal or a shave, what do you want here?” ask her with a tone back flat, aware Rayya and himself if they now have a barrier. They must not forget their position.

“Why... why are our positions exchanged, Mas?” rayya asked, resigned because Daus continued to reject the attention he gave. Rayya mustn't insult her pride, right? By coming to her ex-husband like this, she had actually hurt her pride. Then... how much should it be condescending to the man who has already divorced her?

“It.... My name why was it written like this? That should be your signature, right, Mas?”

“No, that's right. From now on.. starting a few days ago, you were appointed as Director of Strategy and..”.

“I haven't said agree, Mas,” Rayya's exasperated. “And Mas knows that this is wrong!”

Rayya. “Ya... this part.... this is wrong Mas, this is all wrong! You know that being the Director of Strategy and Operations means being the main heir of the company. This is wrong, Mom. You should have served because..”.

“Sayang...”.

Holy hooch!

Holy hooch!

Holy hooch!

For God's sake..what did that man say?

“Sayang?” Rayya muttered trying to digest the new thing her ex-husband.

Daus cleared his throat and took the file in Rayya's hand. “Sadly...”.

“Sayang?” repeat the woman. His eyes were on the man.

David turned his gaze pretending to be busy looking at the paper in his hand. “Unfortunately, we all know that if grandfather decides something, he should not be denied.”

Rayya moaned, her mind bleeding. He felt that even if only a few minutes, he was tossed, given hope, given the opportunity for a while, feeling that his girlfriend still loved him.

“Unfortunately, grandfather chose to appoint you as Strategic and Operational Director, swapping our position.”

“Mas!” peekik Rayya desperate.

“We all know, Rayya. even from yesterday when I served there and you are the Director of Finance, we always exchange jobs. You do my chores and I do your chores,” he said earnestly. “So if our position is exchanged, it is actually the same,” he added.

“Neither is the concept, Mas. We all know that Mas should be in that position because mas will be the successor..”.

“Raya!”

The woman blinked as the man shouted his name.

“We all know that grandpa is fine. He must have lived a long time and led this company for a long time. Therefore... can we stop talking about who will inherit this company or.... who forward who?!” emphatically.

“What because I got married again? Grandpa's mad because I'm married again? Then if Mas understand the state of grandfather, why Mas rush to get married? I know that Grandpa doesn't accept people easily. Why did you rush to marry that woman? Why didn't you talk to me first? Why didn't..”.

“Enough!” pekik Daus hard.

“But... Mas.. why did Mas even marry this fast...”.

“I said enough!” the strangle is harder.

The woman screeched at Daus's martyrdom like this.

“For this problem, please.. Rayya... I said enough,” he said in a weak tone.

David blinked his eyes and turned his gaze to the corner of the room, wherever he had not looked at this woman. Someone, please tell the man, what should he do to heal himself? To restore his pride? To strengthen him keep that secret forever, according to his agreement with his grandfather? That Tsurayya Busro, forever must not know.

The man was closed, so anxious to Rayya. Why did this woman have to chase after him so persistently? Didn't know that Daus did this to maintain his sanity, keep his consciousness?! If he does not marry Rinai, he does not know if he is currently sane or crazy considering he has to hide a big secret from Rayya. How much he loved his ex-wife but he knew he was too cowardly to have her and God knew he was too cowardly to be the husband of Tsurayya Busro.

“Why?” ask Rayya. He tried to erode the distance, leaning over and touching the man's hand.

Daus glared as he felt Rayya's touch in his fist. His reflexes shook and almost begged to be forgiven. He just wants to save himself, he just wants Rayya to stop wanting it, he just wants to. Rayya understands that he has a choice to decide his own life and forget their marriage.

Both of his hands trembled when he felt Rayya's touch. The woman patted and then stroked him several times, Rayya's habit when the man was facing a big problem. The woman would pat or stroke him or even hug him just to make the man feel comfortable or safe. Rayya, tell him-with her touch that the man will be fine, everything will come back, so on is fine because Rayya is beside him.

But what if in reality this time, even though Rayya tried to make her comfortable, stroked her, patted her and even hugged her, Daus still felt wrong, feeling not okay?!

“Believe, Mas...all will be fine,” he said slowly barely hissing, whispering. If only it had not been limited to the table, Rayya might have hugged him earlier. He was watching the man. Both of his eyes closed. Maybe Daus tried to parse these events one by one, deciphering the feelings Rayya channeled. She believes that her ex-husband actually still has a taste for her.

“Mas!” a shout made the two people pause for a moment. “Why don't you want to lift my voice call?” ask the woman. “Ngapain Mas together with him?!” pekik.

Rayya looked at this young woman. Not too young anyway. Maybe their age can even be said to be almost the same even though it is a bit biennial he is younger but. Rayya's appearance is not too old. As for this woman, her appearance was like a college boy who had just returned from campus.

Just because this woman used a lace-strap-on brocade-draper skirt with a tank top covered in flower shirts, she said, it does make it look like a new gemesh dedek out of class or thesis consultation with lecturers, inversely proportional to Rayya who uses a complete work suit. Rayya did choose this model outfit when it came to the office. Although he knows how to dress seriously, but when with Daus, Rayya looks a few years younger.

He shows his seriousness when attending meetings or to meet his business opponents. But when at home or being alone with her ex-husband first, she can really if just use a big new child-style clothes like that woman. Can't it be if she wears unyu clothes like her husband's usurper when working?!

“Mbak can come out now?” throw the woman out.

“Rinai!” pekik Daus tried to prevent his wife.

“Mbak... get out now!” repeated again.

“Rinai!” david's cry was louder.

“Mbak out now or I call security?!” threat hard.

“Rinai!” Daus stood up hurriedly pulling the woman.

The woman tried to let go of her husband's hand. “I don't like you bothering my husband. Now I ask you to get out of this room!” throw it away while pointing towards Rayya's face.

Rayya smiled coldly then brushed off the woman's hand. She then stood up, then walked over to her ex-husband. “Mas know that we can still refer?!” she whispered in the ear of her ex-husband.

Daus closed his eyes as Rayya blatantly laughed mockingly at his new wife. Half-dead the woman tried not to slap Rayya. Rinai understands that this position is not comparable to Rayya.

“Mas knows that once Mas says refer then we.. will be back together,” whispers in the ears of the man. Her hand patted Daus on the shoulder and fixed her ex-husband's tie.

When Daus took a breath and gathered the courage to open his eyes, Rayya had chosen to get out of there and let the two humans start a fight.