Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Don't Pity me

The look on Johan's face seemed to be held in a thick cloud. Since hearing Harris's decision some time ago, Johan was devastated. His mind kept spinning, thinking of a way for his Master to abort a decision he felt was very cruel.

Comparable indeed, but is this not excessive? Johan sat with his chin on the edge of the crib. The cheeks of a red baby who was sleeping. Not just once, twice and many times, so born a subtle sigh radiates from the middle of his body. Then spread to the fullness of his body. Warm and alluring. It's like an intoxicating opium.

"Until when are you gonna look at my baby, Jo? Aren't you working?" Viona's voice sounded loud. It seems like the confession made her burden lifted, this woman even commented on the smile since Johan returned to the hospital room.

Johan got up from his originally bent position, taking a deep breath before turning around. "You'll be alone later!"

Viona chuckled amusedly, "No problem to me, I'm strong. I can walk, take care of myself and my own baby!"

Johan was silent, the reason was absurd. They're not lovers, just friends who haven't been too close.

"Why did you turn yourself in?" Another strange question that just popped out of his presumptuous mouth. He already knows the answer. Johan sneered inwardly, how foolish he was.

"At least I don't have any more burdens. A few years there, I think it will lessen a little bit more my guilt towards her," Viona tried hard, even though those clear eyes began to condense. Viona realizes that she has too much of an ego, so she doesn't see how much Harris loves her.

Johan stared fixedly at Viona's two beads, "Tell me the truth, do you still love her?"

Viona laughed loosely, thus making Johan frown. I don't know, Johan just wants to know.

"What kind of question is that, Jo? You're so funny" Viona laughed again, until the tears came out. For Johan it was a laughter of defeat.

"I'm guessing, you just realized that you actually love her, but you came too late!" Johan's words stopped Viona's laughter. It was as if a big hand was smothering his mouth. "Am I right?"

Viona lowered her head, clear dots started raining down on her lap. "You're right, Jo. But, I guess this is where the peak point of all my fatigue is. I sincerely accept anything. Moreover, Kira and her mother were too kind to me."

Viona wiped her tears violently, then chuckled. "Don't pity me, I deserve it."

For a moment, the two pairs of eyes met again.

"I don't pity you, but your baby. Who's gonna babysit her later?" Johan was still staring fixedly at Viona who first cut off their eye contact.

"Don't ask, I don't know myself," Viona shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think the orphanage is bad either."

"You're out of your mind, aren't you?" Jerky Johan. Johan's thunderous voice made the baby startled and cry.

Johan immediately got up and headed for the crib. Carefully, she banged him, and handed it to Viona.

"Oh, Mama's son is shocked, huh? Uh, honey," Viona patted her baby's little thighs. His lips were endlessly giving comfort.

"Aus yes, dear? Uh..." Viona puts her baby in a comfortable position to breastfeed. However, his hand stopped as he was about to unbutton his shirt.

"What do you see? Come outside!" Viona exclaimed in between the whimper of her baby, at Johan who was still staring at her.

Johan was stunned, so his body felt stiff. He was like a living statue. Johan was like looking at the other side of a tall Viona.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean anything. Em, I'd better get back to the office!" Johan stammered. Johan rushed to the door as fast as he could. He's embarrassed.

***

Harris was sitting leaning behind his great table, his left hand holding a sheet of paper arranged in a single link. His right hand is stuck on his chin. Sometimes I turn the paper. Perfectly beautiful sculpture, the wish of every woman. Mapan and handsome.

The door was knocked from the outside, indicating that someone wanted to enter the room. Harris raised his face, along with the door that opened. Both looked at him but said nothing. Harris was astonished. Usually, Johan greeted her first.

"Why are you taking so long?" Harris exclaimed, as Johan sauntered leisurely without any intention of greeting him.

"Sir, can you change your decision? Pity baby Viona if she has to live in there!" Johan avoided calling the place he thought was terrible.

Johan blinked and thinned his lips. Kelu. As a subordinate, he should not have asked much. Or bargaining. However, his conscience is in revolt when he sees a life without sin bearing the burden of grief. Wait for. Conscience? Yes, his conscience, as a fellow human being. That's answer. Reason that is unable to shake the principle of his accusation. Forever, there is only one name.

"Sorry, Sir. Please consider again. Moreover, you will soon have a baby, I hope you are wise in making a decision!" Johan immediately turned around and walked towards the door. Johan's words tickled his instincts. I don't know, Harris doesn't know. In addition to his contagious habits, apparently his wife's labile attitude quickly fused with him. Huft.

Harris shook his body on the back of his swivel chair. Massaged forehead that feels heavy, with emphasis on the tip of his fingers. Weight. Two sides are a bit heavy. He thought again, the sheet of paper lying carelessly, flipped quickly until almost torn, when the movement was getting faster and irregular.

Harris got up quickly after throwing a file in his hand. Upset, after his heart was steady to avenge Viona, suddenly Johan seemed to block his intention. Harris flicked his hand, he walked back and forth, with one hand tugging at his hair. This should be easy for a Harris who doesn't shake easily.

"You've been waiting in the meeting room, sir!" Harris turned to the door where Johan was standing with his hand on the doorknob. Johan's calm expression sharpened slightly upon seeing Harris.

Harris sighed, retrieving some necessary items for the meeting this time. The two people who usually talk a lot are now silent, dissolved in their minds.

In fact, Johan remained efficient in talking until night. After driving Harris home, Johan immediately darted back, not knowing where.

Harris screeched, "The same guy was angry, but his car was used, huh."

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Kira was leaning her back a little sore. Flanked by four boys who had been scrambling to wipe the stomach of his mother who began to look prominent.

"Ma, her sister's moving, Ma!" Jen, who was lying down, screamed loudly as she felt movement from inside her mother's stomach. She was so stunned, she alternately looked at Kira and her palm cupping Kira's stomach.

Excel and Jeje who were originally lying down also woke up and took hold of her mother's stomach. The two looked at each other, for they felt nothing. They snorted bitterly, feeling played with Jen. Lazily the two returned to lay down next to their mother.

Kira opened her closed eyes, she also felt the first movement of the fetus in her womb. Although he had experienced it, but, Kira still felt an incredible sigh to make his heart happy.

"That's Jen's sister's move. Jen likes not having a sister?" Kira reached out her hand reaching for Jen's head that sat upright with eyes glittering happily.

"Likes, Mom! Jen's sister must be a girl like Jen!" Sounds from Jeje that makes Jen buyak wide. Looking at Jeje who was not looking at him, fiercely.

"Women are the same, Jen," Kira painstakingly got up from the fall. "Why is the crystal silent?"

"I miss Mama, Tan!" Kriastal said without distracting her from the television screen.

I said with a smile, "You've seen Mama at the hospital!"

"Yes, Tan. But Kristal wants to accompany Mama. It must have been a lonely Mama, "Kristal got up and looked at Kira hoping that Kira would understand her wish.

"Tomorrow Mama's coming home, Kristal just wait at home. So good boy and don't bother Mama, okay!" Kira put her thumb and index finger together in a circle. Crystal nodded, although she was actually a little disappointed.

"You go to sleep fast, yeah!" Kira rubbed the heads of the four boys in turn, the tails of her eyes glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. Harris should be home by now, and it's too late.

The four children immediately went to their respective beds. Without much more whining, they pulled the blanket and closed their eyes. Kira kissed their forehead alternately before turning off the lights and closing the door.

Kira stepped carefully down the sloping stairs. His hands traced the staircase made of wood. His lips hummed softly, following the movement of the batik negligee he wore.

Slender. Usually there is still Viona if her father-in-law is not at home like now. Kira stepped into the room, she was about to close the curtain that had not been closed. But, as his hand reached for the golden curtain, his eyes caught a bright light from the room where Harris' sports equipment was located.

Kira squinted, could her husband be there?

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