Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Brother, help me...

Night crawled up, towards the middle. However, the humans were still on alert around the building used as a motor workshop. Harris thought hard where he was going to find his wife again.

Winata...Winata...Winata. If he was from here, they should have crossed paths, this place is quite far from the highway. And, from the looks of it, he had not long left this place.

Harris continues to analyze and match today's chain of events and connect them. Anxious, anxious and fearful, mixed into one. The tall body was unceasingly moving in the dimness of the night, only the dim rays of the moon were also biased lights from the terraces of the people's houses that illuminated them.

A typical silent raid of a Harris. Quiet but deadly. Not even a cat will wake up, despite dozens of cars and dozens of people attacking its enemies. As this time, the series did not even disturb the sound sleep of the surrounding population.

Harris's phone rang after nearly a quarter of an hour of silence. Rushing Harris shifted the green button, and stuck the thing in his ear.

"Yes,"

"Mister Winata's last location, circling the stadium area, seems to be outwitting us, sir!"

"So she's gonna take Kira from me, is that it?"

"Looks, Sir! You better hurry back to the city, maybe he knows you're still looking in the tourist area!"

"Bad, old b*****fucking!"

Harris kicked the front of the car with his palm. Angrier. He felt cheated by the old man.

"Jo, after I get off, call Hendra, ask him to close the way here! I'm afraid he'll come back here when he finds out I'm back!"

"Good, Master! We will continue to monitor!"

Harris instantly coded the remaining half of his men to follow him. Yes, in a moment of panic, Harris chose to drive alone. If he sat as a passenger, he would be indignantly indistinct. Even run amok uncontrollably. So by driving, he can turn his mind to the streets.

Harris drove as fast as he could. That look could even melt the asphalt. Horrifically. Who would have thought, a man like that is subject to a woman.

Harris' men swore because they couldn't keep up with the boss. They love life. Sillier. If you die horribly because of your own carelessness. Although, they still tried to pursue with caution.

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Kira nodded slowly after hearing someone call her. A white ceiling with a dim light entered his vision. Absent momentary daze. Just now, he was playing with a girl in pink. Jen's? Nope. Jen hair black. The boy had brown hair in the color of honey. Kira gulps, has she...

"Are you awake, Miss?" Mr. Winata's voice made Kira wide. He woke up, his body feeling broken. Crumbed. Hurriedly, he shifted his body away, when Lord Winata was too close to him. All seemed to have shadows, in Kira's vision.

"Don't be afraid, Miss! I won't hurt you!" Said Mr. Winata who seemed to understand Kira's fear. He smiled at me. Then he got up from the creaking ancient bed.

"You must be hungry, Miss! The food at the table is for you! Eat up!" Mr. Winta's orders were gentle while pointing at the table that was around the aesthetic rattan chair. Like treating his wife, maybe.

Charismatic man does have his own charm. It was as if there was a lure in him. Kira, don't want to admit. But, what is the relationship between Lord Winata and Riana? Om? Kira must have been too bad to think of Riana. Can't it be that he and Mr Winata are in a relationship? Both have a partner.

"Miss?" Lord Winata was already on the verge of Kira's face, he shook his hand. Close-up.

Guess gasped backwards, smashing into the winding iron bedrest.

Mr. Winata laughed in the making, "Miss, you are so cute and adorable with your perfectly rounded beautiful eyes. Well, Harris loves you very much."

Mr. Winata rubbed Kira's glittering feet reflecting the light. His expression was hungry and thirsty. Although not as white as Riana's feet, but the long thin legs, smooth.

Kira widened, "Don't be rude to me, Mister!" Shouted Kira while pulling her feet rough. Folded it under his body. Kira is very sensitive if her feet are touched.

Lord Winata raised his face, his hands floating in the air, languishing and clenching before being pulled to the side of his body. Seeing Kira's anger, Mr. Winata sighed, before straightening his body.

"Eat, Miss! Don't worry, I didn't put poison in it!" Said Mr. Winata, rising from the bed. With his hand in his pocket, Mr. Winata stepped out of the room and closed the door.

Kira breathed a sigh of relief, though not yet completely. He still had to get out of this kind of situation. But, right, hunger trumps everything. Seeing a serving of fried chicken from the famous stall made him wipe his saliva.

Kira crawled down from the creaking bed, her heart still giving off pain and tightness. That boot kick was pretty sore too. Although Kira was still able to hold it. Kira rubbed the lower abdomen that was no longer painful, just like there was a strange block there. Kira pressed her stomach up, while walking.

A quarter of an hour towards midnight, Kira waved her hand. Don't care. Eating rice and fried chicken loaded with carbs and fat? Whynot? He is not an artist who has to maintain weight. Voraciously, he began to feed a mouthful of chicken and a lump of rice into his mouth.

But just as he was chewing, he forgot to wash his hands yet, and his clothes were still, still dirty. No. gabe. Kira patted both cheeks, her eyes festering again, no matter how many times. Her clothes had changed and her body was clean.

"Bad!" Kira muttered while clenching. He jumped from the rattan chair he was sitting in. He intended to ambush Mr. Winata who had been sassy to change his clothes. And...! No. gabe. Kira's mind was screaming hysterically.

"How did it go?" Mr. Winata's voice is with whom.

Kira paused for a moment, then she settled behind a large closet in this spacious room. His head is stretched out, peeking. Apparently, Mr. Winata spoke by phone, turning his back on Kira's current position. The tall and athletic man, standing with one hand in the pocket of his black pants, faced the curtained window.

"Well then, at 3 am I leave here! Price is not a problem, it's about my life and death!" Said Mr. Winata again. Kira still did not understand the direction of Lord Winata's conversation, brushing her unraveling hair behind her ears. To be more clear to hear Mr. Winata's conversation.

"Hahaha, you understand right, Master! It's a rare item, even I would trade my entire fortune to get this woman from her husband. Ah, unfortunately, her husband will do the same for her!"

Deg.

Kira straightened her body behind the closet. The heart is racing fast. The woman he was referring to was himself. Kira pointed to herself. Oh God. Especially this?

With breath and heartbeats clashing against each other in the chest, Kira peered again. Mr. Winata was staring at a bottle filled with pills, with a terrible grin. Take one, then put it in a glass filled with orange liquid. Although in the dimness of the light, Kira could see clearly the evil laughter that adorned the man's face. And, eeewww, disgust. The man rubbed his chin slowly, as if imagining something.

Kira pulled herself back. Slightly trembling and shivering. Kira rubbed her face until her hair came back. Then rub both of his palms, over and over, in front of his chest. He put his eyes around. Kitchen. That's the way out.

Kira crossed over, crawling on the wall with her back. The wall was unattainable by light. The perfect camouflage. Slowly, and carefully. Nope. He was shaking uncontrollably. Even his stomach was shivering incessantly.

At the end of the room, Kira heard Mr. Winata's phone ring again.

"Mr Harris!"

Kira froze, "Abang, help me, Bang!" Kira's fizz almost cried. Hearing his name called it, made Kira messed up. A glimmer of hope as well as a trace of sadness.

However, Kira refused to drag on. Although her husband doesn't find her now, at least she's buying time until Kira can get out of this house. Either, it's some kind of luck or indeed Mr. Winata considers himself easy, but, if you're holding someone hostage, make sure to take the key and keep it safe. Even if the exit is in the kitchen.

Kira smiled happily, as she ran across the backyard, heading towards the wall fence about one and a half meters high. And, hap, Kira jumps up the fence, then comes down carefully. Although he can jump over the parkour-style fence, but he thinks his stomach is still clumped, uncomfortable.

Ignoring her skimpy clothes, yes, Kira wears a knee-length sleeveless dress, with the layer dangling, Kira starts running. Ignoring his bare feet, he skirted the rough asphalt typical of densely populated settlements. As far as he ran, he didn't see anyone. Sometimes he saw the moon shining dimly. As if determining the direction to run.

Under the black night sky, spreading despair of hope, Kira cried in her run. Imagine how worried her husband is now. The more swift when remembering Mr. Winata mentioned the name of her husband.

"Asians..." Kira sizzled while squeezing her claustrophobic chest. The crying gets louder. Unable to hold everything back, Kira collapses and is stunned behind his hand.

In the distance he saw the lights of the vehicle, surprised. Without a second thought Kira got up and threw herself at the dense hedge. Even when he saw two motorcycles that dyed to the left and right, maybe Mr. Winata had realized his prisoner had run away.

Kira could no longer run on the main street of the settlement. He must settle behind this building or fence plant. Kira lowered her head while continuing to walk.

"Awh," Kira raised her foot which was stepping on a sharp object. Shard. Be ill. And the blood pours slowly on the transverse scratches.

Kira sat on the grass, then she tore her clothes off with great difficulty and wrapped the sole of her injured foot. Kira looked around, not far from her there was a house that was already dark. Kira crawled a little there. I see it in the shoes of a young man. It seems to belong to a man, judging by its color. Also socks that seem to be ready for tomorrow. Clean and fragrant.

"I'm sorry, I borrowed it! If I survive, I'll give it back!" Said Kira whispering while wearing socks and shoes that were rather oversized on her feet. In the pull of the rope was strong, so it was not too loose at his feet. In his observation the simple house painted gray, before leaving it. Record it clearly. He knew this was far from his home.

Kira felt better, she stepped up again, past the courtyard of the residents' house. Fast but alert.

Damn, even if it is far away. Mr. Winata's people still seem to be looking for him. When he reached the end of the alley, two men looking towards Kira appeared.

Kira cursed and turned into the alley where she appeared. Run, he pumped his legs to keep going. Ignoring everything. Sick and tired.

The two men were invisible from Kira's sight, Kira dyed, looking for a hiding place. With his breathing still irregular and his heartbeat that seemed to be able to pound rice, Kira went into the dark yard of the house.

Sniffle. But Kira stepped back to watch the direction the man was coming from, holding her stomach as if she wanted to explode. Pain. I can no longer feel his face. It feels all washed up. His body feels light. His sight began to be heavy and dark. But, there was a warm feeling running down his legs.

Brug....

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