His Virgin Ex Wife
the story of Ibrahim

Faith moves slowly. He hesitated a little and set foot out of the car. His gaze scanned the surroundings.

He knew very well what settlement this was. He also knows for sure anyone who can afford a patch of land here. His former job that brought him to chat with officials, made him understand that the price per capling of land in this region, could make him suddenly poor. He just can't afford it.

It's a settlement in the middle, right in the middle of town. This is the capital of the country. The area around grew a lot of trees. The shady environment, like this one in the middle of the city forest, accounts for most of the oxygen needed by the people in this city. Not only can you reach many important places, considering this housing is easy to go everywhere, but the residents of this place also have access to the freshest air in the middle of the city.

Housing in this place is certainly safe to flood. If in this region is flooded, of course the state palace, which is located only about one kilometer, will certainly be affected as well, considering this housing with the presidential residence so close. Although during the rainy season, the rain that falls has a high water content, the water in the dam has a discharge near the alert limit, people here, can still sleep peacefully.

This area can certainly get the main electricity, barely exposed to power outages. This housing supposedly, has the same connection, the same cable flow belongs to the electrical connection where the president lives. Unless something, such as an extraordinary event - one that seemed - could be considered almost never to happen, the owner of this estate would not be exposed to any problems. Residents of this housing get access to electricity all year round!

Of course for the many conveniences and privillage like that has its own consequences. Minimal need to spend so deep to buy this patch of area. Again, this faith is just commoners and can't afford that. For example, he suddenly got a fortune whether given by God through what means, anyway suddenly rich faith is extraordinary, he could not directly buy this area. Given the proximity of this region with important state-owned assets, it cannot be this easy to buy housing here.

Faith stepped right beside a bodyguard, following him into a house, straight into a room. The man did not dare to glance, looking at things because all over the house, many men in all dark uniforms, kept the security. He has never been to prison, but it may feel like prison.

Holy hooch!

Amit-amit!

"Hm!"

Iman blinked when he heard the man beside him cleared his throat and opened the door of a room, letting him in. Faith prays in the heart, hoping for the best. I hope he gets out of here safely.

Yes Tuhaaan!

Abaghfirullaahhim!

Holy hooch!

"Sit down!" knock a man.

Faith returns to mind. This is the first time they have ever greeted each other. In front had been sitting, waiting for him quietly, the one. and only, Ibrahim Busro. Old men who even ordinary people had difficulty finding him, could only be found among the top officials. A mysterious person whose name is too late is careful to be called.

The man has white hair. His forehead is wide, has quite a lot of wrinkles. Despite being rich, it seemed like she did not do any beauty treatments. Holy hooch!

Faith breathed. His mind sometimes feels unusually unusual when faced with uncomfortable situations. He wants to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible but he knows himself enough. It is impossible not to say hello like.. what's up dude, to Ibrahim Busro?!

Faith approached slowly\, pulling the chair facing the old man. His appearance was calm but this grandfather had a gripping aura. It was like having a black hole behind his back. Not s*tan s*ndel sih\, that is, this man feels like he is keeping a dark secret in various corners of the universe.

"Did you agree?"

Faith cringing? He looked at the confusion of searching for the keyword of his question. Not found, if said gugle, url not found.

"Have you met Handoko yesterday?"

Faith is 'ah' slowly, understand the purpose and direction of this conversation. Iman thought, Ibrahim Busro invited him just to appreciate. Given that this grandfather was not willing to go to Daus' wedding, he wanted to invite Iman as a base of apologies, saying that he was too busy yesterday, at least.

Impossible... Ibrahim Busro to the point, taking him to the core of the problem, doing business. Without a friendly welcome, without heating. Ibrahim tried to pull him around the business marathon.

The priest sighed then gave a friendly smile. "I didn't expect you to pay much attention to my sister's wedding" she said, trying to think well.

"So you accepted my offer?"

"I have another business, sir. Not that I do not accept or presumptuous, but I myself just pioneered the business," he said as decently as possible. "Yesterday I checked in, Daus and my sister, their marriage was good. You don't even have to worry about their relationship."

Ibrahim Busro laughed cynically and then stared intently. "You think this is all I'm doing for your sister's wedding?"

Faith like just got a baseball toss, shot in time at the speed of light by the blink of an eye. .. bam! He feels slapped, maybe his mind is battered. Right.. His guess from yesterday, right. It's not just about his sister's wedding.

"I would like to offer cooperation, you do the task I requested and you. Please write your request. I think you have a wish, right?"

Faith blinked and then weighing what his desire anyway? Ibrahim Busro knew what his wish was to the point of daring to suppress it?! What does Abraham know?

"You do your job then after that, you can ask me to grant your request" he said, leaning in. "Like.. ensure your brother's safety."

The man glared, unable to believe it. Ibrahim Busro... threatened him? "Did you threaten my sister, the wife of your granddaughter?"

Ibrahim laughed grinningly. "Without doing anything, your sister will never be safe. It's not one of the reasons you let her get married because you want our protection, is it?" his lips.

Faith feels cornered. He almost slumped, his body feeling weak. It was fortunate that the chair he was sitting on supported his body so strongly.

"Faith, no, you are not the Faith of Solomon" said Ibrahim chuckling, staring straight. "You are Sulaiman Wilhelm Chevalier, my lord."

Faith upholds the back, activates all its senses, is alert. Ibrahim Busro moved to pick up the file in front of him, right on the table. The man opened it.

Faith stared many times in turn toward the beam and Ibrahim. Right, how could he dream that this horrible man doesn't know his secret?

"Without threatening me, your sister is not safe. He's your weakness. Your biological father can use it so you want to inherit his estate and his royal title in Europe. Considering he has no biological children except you, it makes him afraid of losing all comfort in old age, just in case someone takes his position forcibly. While your cousins, can use your sister just to scare you so as not to accept your father's royal title. Right?"

Faith just nodded. He had indeed refused his sister's marriage to a family like this. His experience taught that sometimes, crazy rich people. But Iman realizes that allowing Rinai to marry Daus can help him protect his stepbrother.

Faith stared right at the old man in front of her. "You want cooperation? You want how?" tanyanya.

Ibrahim Busro smiled. "I want you to be my officer. You can work in my office. Details, we'll talk about that."

Faith cringing. "I think it's too easy if your company class wants to find employees. You can even get someone better than me. Why must I, sir?"

"Yes, but not everyone is able to get close."

Faith gawking. A granddaughter? "Busro Tsurayya?"

"I want you to get close to her to make her like you."

Faith whittling. "Why me?"

Ibrahim sighed, leaning his back against the chair. "You have the potential talent I need" he said casually. "You can work. This is important to ensure the continuity of my company. You worked for years as an auditor. Bookkeeping business well that kind of thing is not difficult for you. You also open a financial consulting company, even if your clients are just small companies or wealthy people. Right, right?" his lips belittled the words of the rich man suddenly.

Faith did not like the old man's behavior. He knows that the rich have the right to make their wealth. But degrading the fortunes of others, classifying the caste of the old rich, the new rich? Is it not considered the same by God? The difference is obedience, not wealth. This man is just too snoob to be a human.

Faith wants to complain, to grumble, but she holds it back.

"You're an idealist, I love it. That means you are a man of principles. You'd rather quit, quit your old job, just because? Whatever your findings, you will not want to compromise, just write it raw in the report. Don't you?"

Faith is back on guard. Did one of his former clients complain to Ibrahim?

"You can be calm, I like your integrity. That's why I offered you cooperation," he said with a chuckle. Ibrahim then looked straight. "Where do you want to get close to Rayya?"

"You want to match me up with Rayya? Just because of integrity? You

have an officer like what? What in the company, don't have employees like me? What employees do you have that aren't good people?" jeered.

"You think, the clerk in my office, was brave enough to approach Rayya?"

Faith took a breath, then tried to clear her head. "What... You don't intend for Rayya to marry another businessman? The rich usually marry their families. You can do a deal, a business merger," he said sounding annoyed, indicating he was not interested in the offer.

"My grandson is not a commodity or a business asset. I don't want to sell it to another company. After all my company is still able to make ends meet, even without begging to other companies," he replied casually

"Bringing her to another company's successor could threaten my company. Who's gonna make sure my granddaughter's husband doesn't screw up my company?" ask again.

Faith cringing. "All why me? You're not afraid that I... destroy the company?"

Ibrahim chuckles. "Young people are too moral and people like you, let alone think cunningly, just hurt animals you do not want to" he said while shaking slowly. "People like you, who are so afraid of God, will not dare to risk faith just because of world affairs" he added.

Ibrahim took a breath, then looked right at Faith. "You are his worship is almost never late."

His conversation partner blinked. "Where do you know that....."

"You think I'm not watching you? You think I could just give someone permission to enter this family?" ocehniah. "Before Daus got married again, I had already made an observation."

Grunting faith feels like.

"You are right for Rayya" Ibrahim said.

"Why me?" ask Faith, still do not believe. This idea doesn't make sense. It's not that he doesn't like women like Rayya, but that getting married and liking, has a different level.

"You can work, someday you can run all my business. You have integrity, at least you don't want to damage the company or hurt my grandchildren" he said. "In addition to bonuses, you are a descendant of nobility. Even if you refuse, even if you don't want to carry on with your family title, but in any case, inside your body flows that title" he added.

Faith screeches. "You're so good that you think of the future of an adopted grandson."

Ibrahim Busro. His laughter sounded terrible. The old man stared right at Faith almost without blinking. "Who said it was just my adopted grandson? Rayya's my real granddaughter."

Wait... what?

Faith almost forgot how to breathe. "Rayya...."

"Tsurayya Busro is my real grandson."