Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

About Crystal 4

Kira carefully guided Madame Darmawan's steps down the corridor where Viona's room was located. Sometimes Kira smiles to see Madam Darmawan who is unable to hide her nervous feelings.

Kira stopped, as the corridor reached its end. He slowly knocked on the gray-white door.

"This is Kira," Kira's loud voice struck the brightly lit corridor wall as all the lights attached to this ceiling edge hole lit up.

Kira pushed softly the door that did not creak at all, into the dim room space. After gesturing to Madame Darmawan to wait for him outside the goods for a moment.

"Can I turn on the lights? Are you sleeping?" Kira was still standing at the door, but part of her body had already entered the room, her hand still holding a sturdy iron attached to the door.

"I didn't sleep, it's just, I'm afraid someone knows this room has a occupant," replied Viona weakly, she stood propping her stomach, faintly rubbing it.

Kira rounded her lips, without a sound. He took a step forward, observing the entire room, which seemed impermeable to air from outside. The window-covering fabrics looked thick and sturdy, fortifying the wind that had originally been blowing breezy. Kira is composing the right sentence, he has memorized the room decoration that is almost exactly the same.

"What's wrong? I've eaten, and the medicine I've taken, you don't have to worry about me! I'm not a kid to be told or threatened! I did it with my own consciousness," Viona said flatly. His face hardened by a split second, feeling the intimidation of Kira's presence as if judging.

Kira smiled, "I brought someone! I think he's been waiting for me outside for too long."

Kira stepped back, to the end of the door. Then, very carefully, Kira opened her hand, hinting Madame Darmawan in.

Silence, when all three are in the same room. Just looking at each other in silence, even the breath of Madam Darmawan sounded so loud in Kira's ears.

"Mommy knows him, right?" Kira touched Madame Darmawan's stiff arm, because she held her handbag firmly, as if it was the strength to support her body that shook violently.

Silence, there is no word from either. They were still drowning in his shock. Kira sighed, then took a step towards the door gently.

"Mami," Lirih Viona, as the door behind Madame Darmawan closed quietly. Viona is nervous to death, the surprise of Kira makes her shaken. As much as he forced his body to stand upright, ignoring the needle-punches of pain that hit the lower abdomen, seeping up to the back. His mind was busy guessing about what was on the old woman's mind in front of him. Worried and scared, but already. He can't escape.

"Are you Viona?" Ask Madame Darmawan shaking. One by one the questions grew like mushrooms in the rainy season, filling his head. This old lady was confused, which question to ask first.

Viona nodded slowly, though she was eager to shake her head. Under the dim lights of the room, Viona could not see clearly, how to ekapresi Madam Darmawan.

As if there was an alarm in Mrs Darmawan, she remembered what Kira had said to her. Mrs Darmawan twisted her brain, so that this meeting was impressed without a plan.

"Darling, Mami misses you so much. You're healthy, right?" Madam Darmawan tried to ignore the curiosity and also happy, she acted as if she missed the woman. Elegant and natural attitude.

Viona let out a breath, though slightly stung, she stepped softly to greet Madame Darmawan. Relieved. At least not yet. In a moment he will definitely get a probing question from Mrs Darmawan. But, now, getting a welcome like two longing people, it feels better and more comfortable.

"Be careful, honey. Sit down, it's not good to stand for too long" Mrs Darmawan led Viona to the side of the bed.

Viona was stunned, her voice stuck in the throat. When Mrs Darmawan said it reminded her of someone.

Madame Darmawan slobberly rubbed Viona's stomach, thus making her tiptoe. Madam Darmawan hastily drew her hand, "Sorry, Mami didn't mean to surprise you! How many months, honey?"

"Six months, Mi. More or less," Viona smiled weakly, her pale face faintly distorted, but it was clearly visible in Madam Darmawan's eyes.

"According to Mami, he's a boy, judging by the shape of your round belly," Madame Darmawan narrowed, like a scan. "He'll be the guardian of his mother."

Viona's eyes condensed, moved. "Is that true, Mi?"

"Really, Honey. Mami remembers when Mami was pregnant with Evan first," said Mrs Darmawan laughed.

"Stevan mean Mami?" Viona. His ears were slightly pierced when Evan's name was mentioned. His heart is in pain.

"Yes, Stevan," Mrs Darmawan smiled. "Do you remember?"

"Yes, Mami told me a while back. Back then, I wasn't too serious about hearing Mami," Viona replied honestly. In the past, he felt annoyed when he heard Mrs Darmawan tell a long story about his son.

"You are, how naughty! You're not afraid to miss something from Mami's story about Stevan, "Mrs Darmawan rubbed Viona's cold cheeks.

"Not really. Mommy can tell me more about Stevan now. Viona will listen, now Viona has nothing to think about or make Viona unfocused, Mi," Viona revealed her smile, her hand framing Madame Darmawan's hand. Pressing gently.

"Mother over to Mami's house, take the little girl as well. It would be nice, "The old lady did not let go of her smile for a moment. There is a feeling of happiness but also fear. Fear of the owner of the womb. However, he hastily threw away unpleasant thoughts, for him, if Crystal was really his grandson, his life would be more meaningful, at least Evan left comfort to his heart. He will have a place to anchor his longings and affection.

"Have you told Mami?" The beam receded, "Mommy knows everything?"

"Not really! Mami fell in love with your daughter, when she saw her earlier, she was so sweet! Kira just said Mama Kristal is here. And, Mami doesn't know, Mama Crystal is you!" Mrs Darmawan said calmly, Kira is right, Viona is very sensitive, even with such simple words. However, if he waited for Viona to tell him, he was worried that he would not have enough time. Approaching Viona slowly is the best solution, although it must be more patient and give up a lot.

Viona was speechless, looking at Madame Darmawan who was still staring at her intensely. "Mommy doesn't hate me? Or accuse me of abandoning the Crystal?"

Viona was still fixated, yet a smile of comfort rose at the corner of her lips. I don't know, one side of his heart still can't be reconciled. There were still many doubts in his heart that had yet to find an answer.

"Mommy's waiting for some good news from you, honey. Don't let Mami wait too long," Madame Darmawan touched Viona's arm slowly, rubbing her gently.

In the end, Mrs Darmawan has not got anything. Seeing how fragile the woman was, made Mrs Darmawan understand the firm attitude of Mr. Dirga, and the cautious attitude of Kira. Madame Darmawan was disappointed and wanted to give up but, remembering the little girl's eyes, reawakened her hope. Not not not, just not yet.

Madame Darmawan decided to stay longer to accompany Viona, even though it was only the little things she talked about, but it brought her closer to Viona. And, also probably, his grandson.

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The corridor that was not too long, was so quiet, that the sound of the clattering of heels at Kira's feet crept up onto the walls of the corridor. With a smile growing, Kira stepped even faster to complain to her husband. But, suddenly, the corridor lights went out, as Kira came close to reaching the end of the corridor.

Kira shrieked softly as a hand smothered her mouth, and pressed her against the wall. Kira blinked in the dark, however, she was very familiar with this scented scent.

Without asking for permission or feeling stale, the owner of the hand replaced his palm with his soft and full lips. Pounced ferociously, but feelingly. As if running out of opium, he sucked and tasted greedily. Kira smiled inwardly, and began to reply to her husband. Ahhhhh.

The walls of the corridor seemed to grow furious, he only reflected the distinctive sound of the two dissolving in the cradle. Wanting to feel, the wall asked for a hand, to turn on the light switch, in order to clearly see what they were doing.

Harris pressed himself deeper and more inclined. Alternately to the right and to the left, rinse again the part that is not touched by it. A sigh restrained in the esophagus, though occasionally escaped melodiously. Makes their heart rate even more irregular. Harris's hand had drifted everywhere, smashing coals to make the fire even stronger.

Kira's hands curled around her husband's waist, occasionally pressing with her nails, while unable to hold the feeling that spread to the tip of her fingers.

Until some time passed, Kira climbed up slowly, pushing gently against the chest that was squeezing her. His lungs were shriveling because they were out of air.

Sucking a little, Harris cut off his kiss unwillingly. Harris's thumb rubbed his wife's messy lips.

"You're driving me crazy, honey. We're done now" Harris pulled his wife into the room next to him.

"Which, no. I don't want to look messy" Kira pulled her hand, though not flinching at all.

"I'm going to play nice, honey," Harris, who had managed to pull his wife's body, pushed the door slowly open. Darkened.

But, uh,

"Ma! Mama's in there?" Jeje's voice split through the dark silence of the corridor.

"Damn," Harris swore in the heart.

"Well, how's this?" Kira whispered, it seems like Jeje is only a few steps away from them. They both froze hugging each other.

"Do we have a choice?" Harris replied in a whisper.

Kira immediately freed herself, then stepped slowly with a still irregular pounding. In addition to her husband, also because it almost caught Jeje.

"Ma! Is that mama?" Call Jeje when she thinks she hears the footsteps of shoes approaching her.

"Yes, Honey. Jeje why did you get Mama?" Faintly Kira saw the silhouette of her son's body that was struck by light in the opposite room.

"Mama's alone? Where's papa? Did Jeje see Papa here?" Jeje looked behind his mother, the minimal light making Jeje difficult to scan.

"Mama's here taking Oma to Aunt Viona's room. Jeje, look at that! Papa might go to another room, honey," Kira flips Jeje's body and leads him to the light.

In the back, Harris held her breath as long as Jeje and Kira were still in the corridor. As soon as they stepped away, Harris turned the lights back on the corridor. His mind still curses, for his desire does not get any impingement.

"Dam,"

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