Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Life Goes On's. 1

The author is confused about what title! The song BTS is called Life Goes On.

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"Are you okay, Madam?" Johan's laughter receded, turning into anxiety. In three long steps, Johan had already reached beside Kira's desk.

Seeing the woman cry, Johan was in a lot of pain. Ah, he's no one to grab it in a deck to just give it a sense of calm.

Johan could only stare at that shaky shoulder with a helpless feeling. That increasingly thin hand, wiped away the stream of tears that had imprinted on his cheek.

"I'm fine, Jo! I was just carried away by feeling! Especially when it comes to my kids!" Johan picked up the tissue box that was on the table near the sofa. That thing seems to be what Kira really needs.

Kira, who was about to get up to pick up the tissue box, sat back down, received the box and began to wipe her wet face.

"Sorry, Jo! You have to see me in this state. I am weak and clumsy!" Said Kira between the tissues wiping her nose. So that his voice is not so clear.

Johan was silent, empty. He could not think anymore, this woman was not weak. But he was injured too often, and his wounds could never dry up. For long, his past has not been able to reconcile with him.

"Drink, Mistress?" Johan asked who no longer knew how to calm the woman down. Perhaps water could relieve the tightness that had gathered in his throat.

"May," One word only, and Johan immediately darted in one blink of an eye. "Thank you, Jo."

"Together, Madam. You can go home if you feel uncomfortable" Johan said again. Well, what else can he do. Other than petty words, and there was no effect for his Boss Madam. He sneered in his heart.

"I'm fine, Jo" Kira swigged the water from the bottle in a hurry, but remained cautious.

[All is safely under control, sir. It was a little rain but only for a little while]

"Oh yeah! Don't tell Harris. I'm doing fine! I don't want to bother him. I think I'm burdening him too much" said Kira as she closed the bottle of mineral water in her hand.

Johan gasped, and immediately hid the phone behind his body. "Okay, ma'am,"

[Should I come?]

Harris propped his beard against the bend of his thumb and index finger. His body rested on the back of a rotating chair. Right now, he was listening to the exposure from his business partner.

His eyes stared at the projector screen that was showing data in the form of a graph of the performance of his business partner who experienced a significant increase in profits. However, not once did he glance at his phone screen twice. Hope Johan immediately reply to the message sent just now.

[No need sir, it seems like the mood of the Madam is already better. He said, don't tell you. The lady is afraid to bother you]

Harris smiled, his thumb rubbing his lips softly, hurriedly replying to a message from Johan.

[Send me the picture]

There's no reply.

Silent.

Apparently, the presentation was over a while ago. Now, a dozen meeting participants are waiting for the decision of the company leader. All eyes glanced at each other, annoyed, but not daring to rebuke.

"Meeting was delayed by 15 minutes" one of Harris' staff stood up, taking the initiative to postpone the meeting. Seeing that his boss is not focusing on his job.

Harris, who was aware that he was too late with his own business, straightened his body, and refocused.

"What did I miss?" Harris asked flatly and casually, as if nothing had happened.

The person who presented the presentation, instantly fainted. His mouth was foamy and almost cramping so long to stand, not to mention the tension created because of Harris' attitude that seemed not so interested in the presentation. And apparently not heard at all by the CEO. Just drown me, the faint-hearted person.

Patiently, Harris staff explained what the representative of the business partner explained. Harris nodded in understanding. And not until 15 minutes the meeting is resumed.

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The adorable baby girl was chattering in a language that her nanny did not understand at all. However, in order to please her, her nanny replied back then, with a sincere smile and a happy laugh.

However, he immediately cried when he heard the door being knocked down from the outside. Surprised until both his hands and feet tiptoed upwards. Her cries were heartbreaking, loud and heartbreaking.

"She was shocked when she heard the door, Mom," the nanny's great-grandson, while calming Sia down. He held Sia in his arms, patting her gently on the baby's thigh.

"You dare blame me? I'm your employer, who pays your salary! Don't be rude to me, b***!" Shouted Melisa. He needed an outlet from the resentment and anger that had been piling up on his chest ever since.

Although the nanny had gotten used to Melisa's rampage but this time she felt very hurt. Those clear spots, just gliding away, even though he was trying to hold it.

"Sorry, Mom," The great-granddaughter said. On his deck Sia tightly. The new baby can be prone it is still sobbing. And, still making a sound as if saying that he was very scared.

"If you don't want to babysit it, you just stop! I can find your replacement ten times better!" Shouts again.

"Relisa! Watch what you say! Nisa is the best nanny ever to take care of Sia! Even you, her mother, are nothing compared to Nisa! You're wrong, even accusing Nisa of not-no!" Snapped Rian who had been standing at the door.

Melisa turns around, "Oh, so you're defending that nanny, Mas? Good yes, after your ex-wife can not get you, now you go down to choose b***! Huh yeah?"

"What are you talking about? I'm not defending Nisa! I'm just telling the truth! If you're good at taking care of Sia, we certainly don't need Nisa and the other nannies! You're wrong, but still don't want to admit, instead blame someone else!" Reply Rian. She was just as upset with Melisa. Home from work, tired, but even like this welcome.

""You blame me, and stand up for him, am I wrong to say you like him? Why Mas? Because I'm not beautiful anymore?" Melisa's shout made Sia cry again even louder.

Melisa grabbed the veil Nisa was wearing. The woman of Nina's age, grimacing withstood the pain, while tightly hugging Sia.

"Take him off, Mel! Have you gone crazy? He has nothing to do with any of this!" Rian took a few steps forward to remove Melisa's hand from Nisa's veil.

"sickness, Mom. Please release me," teary-eyed Rintih Nisa. He could barely feel the side of his head, so strong Melisa's pull.

"Yes Mas! I'm crazy, crazy because of you! You make me live with you, but you make me hurt all the time" Melisa cried. The pull gets stronger, forcing Nisa to go where Melisa's hand is. Melisa violently throws Nisa into the wood closet next to her.

Rian did not care about Melisa's words, he was worried about her son's safety. So, as soon as Melisa pushed Nisa, Rian immediately ran to catch Sia. But, honey, Rian's late. The strength of Melisa's encouragement makes Nisa hit the closet hard, to make Nisa faint. Blood flowed from the corner of Nisa's brows. Luckily Sia is fine, as Nisa protects Sia by moving Sia to the other side of her body. The baby's cry was increasingly slicing, heartbreaking.

Rian pulled Sia and restrained Nisa's body. Rian as if heartbroken, he would not forgive himself if anything happened to his daughter.

"You're cruel Mel!" Rian looked at Melisa with perfectly widened eyes, full of anger and disappointment.

Melisa momentarily gasped for her out-of-bounds actions, but, haughtily she crossed her arms and smiled cynically.

"Defend him, Mas! Don't mind me! If necessary marry that b**, so that he can take care of your son!" Said Melisa indifferently.

Rian was truly wrathful, a time like this he was still saying nonsense. Rian panicked, without caring for Melisa, he called Bik Sumi.

"Bik, Aunty," Shouted Rian but received no response. By having to put Nisa slowly, then move with Sia who is still sobbing, in her arms.

"If you mess around, I'll make sure it's today, our last day together," Rian said. The veil around his neck poked all over, he was too angry at the woman who was his wife now.

Melisa was wide-eyed, slowly her hands unraveling from the cross knot in her chest. The haughty lag slowly began to loosen, changing in anxiety. How could she live without her husband. "Mas Rian, wait, Mas!"

But Rian had gone far down the stairs, towards the kitchen where Bik Sumi usually was.

"Bik, take care of Sia for a second. I want to take Nisa to the clinic," Rian handed Sia a little hasty, but still careful. His mind was chaotic, so he ignored Bik Sumi's question.

"Mas, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, Mom!" Rian passed Melisa on the stairs. His hand reached the hand of Rian who was swinging because of running up.

Rian made it difficult for Melisa to reach him, even she refused Melisa's hand until she staggered down.

"You care about that woman but you ignore me, Mom? You like that nanny? Isn't that right, Mas?" Melissa ran after her husband. Her breathing that was already hunting due to emotion, grew roaring as she ran after her husband. When he got to the door, Rian had already carried Nisa out of the room.

How not to worry, the possibility of Nisa hitting the handle of the closet made of iron. The blood-splitting temple looks torn, leaving a box-shaped door handle mark.

"Mas, Mas Rian! Listen to me, Mom! Rian!" Melisa followed in her husband's footsteps, all the way to the front door. But Rian did not care. He only focused on Nisa, if until he was doing anything because of his wife, Rian could not imagine what would happen to them.

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