Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Complicated Situation 1

His head looked up, the ceiling of this room seemed to paint wishful thinking. Kira set her breathing is still messy, irregular, more interesting than throwing. His head rested on the soft hand of the sofa, his legs folded perfectly, plain, to a few inches above the knees. The middle body is covered, shirt.

"What did Vivian say?" The voice above his head was stuck to his forehead. Close, and warm.

"He hasn't reported to you?" His hands stretched out, squeezed the back of the head, combing the black hair slowly. His eyes closed, enjoying the flow of warmth.

"Never," she answered briefly, gently, she turned to the tip of her nose and planted a bite there.

"I'm not going there, my dear brother. Doctor Vivian had a sudden operation, she said this afternoon, if I wanted to, she would take the time for me," Kira tilted her head to the right, avoiding contact with those full lips.

"You agreed?" The beard with fine fur was swiping slowly red blushing cheeks. Makes Kira's back rustle. Kira shakes.

Kira gulped, resolutely, she refused the face to stay away. Ah, it would be crazy to keep going like this.

Harris shone, a smile of satisfaction to the tip of his lips. "You want some more?"

Kira shook her head, hugging her shoulders and crossing her waist and legs. His knees buckled slightly, as if fortifying his body. It's been two hours, even the food has been cold, no longer good at eating.

Harris straightened his already fresh and fragrant body. The distinctive sound of bones stretching, tickling the ears, then, the beautiful body propped Kira's head, and positioned itself as a focus. Both are looking at each other. Reluctant to lose the moment of intimacy that still envelops both of them.

"Ask whenever you want, sweetheart," Again, a light kiss landed on the tip of Kira's lips.

"I don't have to ask, you always come to me," Long Jemari Kira stroked her husband's soft hairy cheeks, "It's time to shave, Yang."

"You don't like it?" The two eyes were examining each other.

"Like it, but you'll look ferocious with a sideburn on your cheek. I'd rather you be cute, Yang," The lips were round, holding a seductive smile.

Harris raised his eyebrows, followed by a pull on the side of his face, "You think I'm a rabbit?"

Kira nodded, shaking her legs wrapped in black trousers, "Yes, you're a pirate rabbit."

"Is it like that?" Harris's hand styled the irregular strands of Kira's hair, with her middle finger.

"There, it's you, you're a rabbit's blanket while sleeping, and fierce when standing, like a pirate," Kira painted her cheeks, pressed the tip of her nose, and rubbed her husband's undulating arms.

Harris frowned, a bad parable, but, there might be a point. Life is hard like a pirate life. Loss of affection and blind direction.

"Why don't I look like Cristiano Ronaldo or Kaka, or Zanneti, maybe?" Harris's lips developed a full gesture of syndirism. It was as if his wife's words were hurting him, even if not at all.

"Don't you? CR ?" Kira's face turned into an interest when she heard names that were familiar to her ears, "Why not Pacman? Ivy likes Pacman!" Kira giggles, tickled. "I miss Kaka, is she happy, huh?"

Kira fumbles, looking for a cell phone. Got it, but the phone belongs to her husband, the phone is still neat in the bag on the couch far away. Kira refused to move her back which felt like it was going to break.

"What do you want? Call her? Ensuring your idol's happiness?"

Kira snorted, "If we were that close, I wouldn't be with you, Yang."

"Why? You're gonna pick him?" Harris clucked in disappointment, though only jokingly, but the feeling just flashed by. And, not so big, but it feels tickling.

"Not really. If I was born in Brazil or Italy, maybe we didn't meet? Maybe I married another Harris. And you married another Kira. You think too much, "Kira sneered, her lips pursed exactly to Jen's lips, only, her lips were more firm.

"You're weird, when girls your age like movie stars, you like ball stars? Did you aspire to be a soccer player?"

Kira laughed, "I just love football, but maybe, if there's a women's football club I'll sign up the earliest."

The phone in Kira's hand shook, "Johan, Yang,"

Harris took the phone from his wife's hand.

"Yes, Jo,"

"Mr Winata is waiting for you! Are you still long?"

"In a moment, I'll see him soon,"

Harris turned off Johan's phone. "Darling, I have to work again, you rest first, wait for me, we go home together."

Kira rose from her husband's thigh, welcoming a kiss on his forehead. "It won't be long,"

"All right, I'll be waiting for you,"

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After cleaning herself and changing into the clothes covering her neck, Kira exits Harris's study, looking for Kalina. However, he is shocked by the presence of Raka and Nina. They look familiar. Kira's thoughts darkened instantly, one by one prejudice doing absenteeism in her brain. Not to be missed, only, good prejudices are absent.

"Raka? Nina?" Kira's gaze hardened, along with her voice that was thrown full of emphasis. His mind was already muddled, looking at the two who were originally laughing, and was shocked when he heard Kira's voice. Like a caught thief.

"Mister Kira?" Ogre Nina. She looks confused when caught coming to the office of her sister-in-law, meeting her sister's ex-law husband. Repeatedly, Nina looked between her Brother and Raka, who was wrinkled with fear and anxiety. Nor do you know what to do.

"What's right here?" Kira nailed her gaze to Nina. He doesn't care about Raka. After all, Raka also never thought it existed all this time.

"Sir, don't get me wrong, we just happened to meet," Raka said carefully, and as if they were involved in a very familiar relationship earlier.

Kira sneered, and glanced sharply at Raka, "Continue? You're really Riana's husband, who's good at fooling people, aren't you?,"

Raka was speechless, silent, unable to answer, she felt that the words of her sister-in-law's ex-wife, were true. He fooled Nina, drawing the innocent girl's sympathy with the sad story of her life. For a moment, the two's views were still intertwined.

"I happened to stop by after meeting a friend, Ma'am! Ma'am Kira don't get me wrong," Nina grabbed his sister's hand. Nina was scared when she saw the cold look on her brother's face with murderous eyes, similar to her sister-in-law.

"Friends?" Kira glanced sharply at Nina who was instantly silent.

Kira pulls Nina's hand into the deserted corridor. His mind was completely clouded by the fog, especially when he saw Raka looking at Nina. Like there is a feeling of wanting to have. Not just a friend, although Kira himself refused to believe and tried to drive away his thoughts.

"Explain?" Kira's orders to her sister. Without any intention to soften on him. Kira was too afraid of the effects of the damage that would befall Nina.

"Yes, Mother. Raka is my friend." Nina rubbed her painful wrist. Avoiding, too, is free.

"Since when? You know he's married? You want to be Melisa? Don't you think Mbak doesn't know anything, Nina," Kira glared, as if powerless to hold back her anger. Let alone, his voice echoed through that desolate corridor, he did not care.

"For a long time, Ma'am, I know how, she's Riana's husband" replied Nina. He was trying to be honest with his brother.

"Sway him. If you don't want to invite trouble," Kira approached a step, as if Nina couldn't hear it from the distance before.

"Sir, I only consider him a friend. He's in trouble with his wife. And she needs a friend to confide in, "Nina's a little frustrated, her sister doesn't want to understand.

"You don't learn from your mistakes, Nin! You forgot how you ended up in jail?" Kira shook Nina's shoulder, slowly, but the look in her eyes did not subside at all, but it grew sharper.

Nina, put down her brother's hand, "Mbak, Raka is different. She's not like Andi,"

Kira stayed away, giving up, she knew her sister would not easily understand her worries, "Mbak did not want to know, stay away from Raka. If there's anything with you, Mommy can't help you anymore,"

"Mom,"

Nina receded, not to argue with her sister, as her sister-in-law stood behind her brother. His heart slipped to the bottom, as if there was no place to run, other than digging deeper, to the bottom of the ground. Nina, feeling all over her body, was cold.

"What's this?" Harris approached the two, looking at Nina, who was facing him.

"Have the meeting finished, Mom?" Kira turned around, the annoyance was clearly visible on her face. She could no longer cover up even in front of her husband.

"Already," Harris smiled briefly and grabbed his wife's waist. "What's right here, Nin?"

It took a while for Nina to digest her sister-in-law's question, "Sa-my, meet my friend, Mas, uh, sir,"

Harris wanted to laugh at Nina's nervousness, every time she talked to her, "You didn't know it was still working hours? Who did you meet?"

"That-know, sir," Nina bowed, her voice weak. "Raka, sir."

"You can come here, but not to see my employees. You're my brother but I hope you don't interfere with the employee's performance here."

"Sorry, sir,"

"G*** Sir,"

"Jo, we're going home now. You take Kira's car, I'll drive myself,"

"Good, Sir."

"Nina, come home with Johan,"

"Good, sir,"

"Jo, take her home, I'm not done with her yet" Kira spoke to Johan, but her eyes looked at Nina who had not yet raised her face.

"Alright, Madam," Johan nodded.

***

"Would you like a drink?" Johan asked Nina who had not spoken a word since leaving the office.

"Thank you, sir," Nina received a bottle of mineral water from Johan. Nina was timidly drinking it.

"Don't hesitate, just relax," Johan smiled at the awkward Nina.

"Good, sir,"

Johan watched Nina who was twirling the bottle of mineral water, her head lowered. Then focus on the streets again. "Still upset with your brother?"

Nina glanced at Johan who was watching the streets. Next to her hand combed her hair that slightly touched her forehead.

"A little bit," replied Nina hesitantly.

Johan laughed stifledly, but could not hide his neat rows of teeth.

"You don't have to fear me, just tell me, I can keep a secret,"

Nina smiled clumsily, even though Johan was relaxed, but for Nina, Johan was still the right hand of her sister-in-law. Nina was afraid that what she said would reach her brother-in-law and sister.

"You don't believe me?" Johan asked, when Nina did not reply.

"No, Sir. I just feel bad" Nina lied, so Johan wouldn't be offended.

Johan smiled, "Alright, I'm not pushy, but, I suggest that you obey your brother's words, stay away from the matter better, because now your brother can't keep an eye on you like he used to,"

"Sir Johan knows something about Mbak Kira or Raka?"

"Little know, Nina. The point is, even though what Raka said was the truth, you should know what purpose Raka said that to you, understand?,"

"He just needs a talkative, sir. And I just feel sorry for him,"

"Talking about her domestic affairs?"

"Yes, Sir. Pity his children, sir,"

Johan laughed, seeing Nina's innocence.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Nina scowled in annoyance as Johan laughed.

"You're so innocent, Nin. How old are you?"

"24 years, why sir?"

"You're an adult but you're so innocent, Nin. In our eyes, Raka likes you, but she uses her problem to draw your sympathy,"

"It's impossible, sir. We know even when he's not in trouble,"

"You're stubborn, yeah,"

"If it's mushy it's puree, sir, not the head," Nina rammed her back into the back of the chair. His gaze swept the streets outside the car. His mind continued to discuss, all this time he considered Raka to be his brother-in-law, and a coworker while working in the WD group. Is it true what her brother and Johan said? Nina was dizzy thinking about this. Is it this complicated, a friendship?

Both cars stopped in the courtyard of the house, and there was another car parked not far from the car that Nina was riding in.

Nina narrowed, scanning the car with mixed feelings. Slowly he got down, without cutting off contact from the car.

Nina's ears were buzzing, blocking all sounds, but her eyes were clearly seeing what was happening.

"Doctor Vivian? Rio's? What dream did I have last night? The arrival of the guest of honor," Kira greeted the two, cheerfully and warmly. As always. While Harris, fortified himself by putting on a cold expression.

"Don't do that, I'm here to apologize for cancelling our appointment earlier," Doctor Vivian smiled, awkwardly, she looked very tired and pale.

"Doctors are okay? You're so pale? Come on in, let me make you some hot tea or hot chocolate?"

"It's okay, I'm just delivering this, and I'll be home soon," Doctor Vivian held out a box filled with scrolls, like an old parchment clad in gold.

Kira received the box, and smiled, "Come on, you've arrived here, time won't come in,"

Doctor Vivian looked at Rio, as if asking for consideration. Rio just smiled, and nodded.

"Alright," Vivian finally agreed, and followed Kira and Harris who hugged Kira by the waist.

Doctor Vivian staggered, as if her body did not have enough balance to support her body.

"You okay?" Rio firmly grasped Doctor Vivian's body, and grabbed her closer to him.

All eyes are on both. And it managed to make Doctor Vivian blush in embarrassment.

"I'm just tired, it's okay," Doctor Vivian immediately distanced her body from Rio. " Thank you, Yo."

Rio just smiled, and led Doctor Vivian up a few steps until he reached the living room.

"Sir Johan, please take me home, sir," Nina said as Johan was about to enter following them.

Johan turned his head, looking at Nina's paled face, "You sick?"

"No, Sir. I think Mbak Kira is busy, and I, I still have business" replied Nina. His lips trembled violently, and his eyes were dewy, held back by the deliberate blinking that the dew did not drip.

Johan smiled, as if understanding but not yet clear. "Alright, come on,"

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