Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Only Death Heals

The sound of the night beasts singing with his ripple, as if nothing could disturb their melodious roar. Tonight, the wind reluctantly danced into the night, but, the cold pierced to the bone marrow.

The sound of punches and the typical screams of people fighting, was heard in Kira's ears. With long steps as if impatient, Kira pushed the thick glass door so that it showed the room inside.

Harris, who was still in disarray, abandoned his intention to head for the room. He thought, his wife is still accompanying the children as usual. Without changing her clothes, Harris headed for her favorite room for a few months. Yes, since his wife's rice-eating habit was contagious to him, from then on he had to put out excessive stock of calories in his blood.

Harris punched the black samsak in front of him with his bare hands. His sweat soaked the hair that began to cover his forehead. The beautiful body was glittering under the golden light.

Kira rested her body at the end of the room not far from Harris's clothes scattered on the interlocking wooden chair. A large mirror filled the side of the wall revealed a shadow that Harris should have clearly captured. Kira commented on the smile looking at her back with a firm arch in the middle. Their sweet shadow danced with agility in Kira's mind, so that Kira unconsciously pulled her lips between the rows of teeth.

Although this room feels cold but, the heat seems to confine Kira's body. Every second together, did not reduce the feeling that increasingly piled high in his heart. She let her husband vent his anger on the punching bag.

Harris hugged the strong swaying samsak after the last blow so hard. His breath seems to go up and down. Tired, his body felt light. However, his mind was still deadlocked. At least, his anger was able to be quenched.

Kira's hand rubbed the shiny body gently. She glanced at her husband from the side, where she looked away.

"Better?" Kira pulled the corner of her lips until she saw a row of clean teeth.

Harris slowly released the samsak from his embrace. A little nod from him relieved his wife whose face was getting brighter when pregnant. A floating red hue fills the cheeks until it runs under the eyes.

Kira led her husband's reddened hand to the side of the wall facing the mirror. Harris, who was bare-chested, sat down first, but just as Kira was about to sit next to her, Harris pulled her into her lap.

"Hey, you're tired! So don't bash me! Look at my growing belly!" Kira prepares to shift her body, but is immediately restrained by Harris.

"Let me hold you both at once, before he will wriggle while in my lap!" Harris put his wife sitting sideways on both of his legs. Pecking the shoulder from behind my batik cloth.

"It's still a long time, and she'll be obedient to you, like Jen!" Kira put her husband's hand on the stomach, maybe the baby will move like that. She stared at the bead of her husband's eyes which was still looking towards his stomach.

"I wish she was like Jen" Harris slowly raised her face towards Kira. "If he were like me, I would be driven mad by him."

Harris remembers very well when he demolished his papa's workspace. Squeezing toys to make the babysitter slip. Pour milk and flatten the food on the dining table. He remembered the ignorance to all his papal workers. Now, Harris is worried that her childhood will make her miserable in the future. Harris shuddered in horror.

Kira laughed without a sound, placed her hand on her husband's shoulder. "So you think Jen's a submissive kid? You don't know how Jen rebelled. Jen's not as obedient as you think, Bang!"

Harris raised his eyebrows, his forehead wrinkled, "Jen always bowed to me. A little seduction, he'll follow what I say."

"You don't know when Jen scolded Jeje. He was like an adult. I don't know where the girl got so fierce and aggressive towards Jeje," Kira turned her attention to the wall on the side of her husband's head.

"Definitely down from you. You're so fierce and stupid" Harris flicked his wife's forehead when she last did this, since she was pregnant she even treated her wife as porcelain.

"But you like it, don't you?" Kira kissed that sweaty forehead. This close, makes Kira vibrate in the chest. This warm breath is very soothing.

Harris pressed Kira's back, so the two attached, "Very like,"

Kira shrieked softly as she hit the chest of the field. Harris brought his lips closer to his wife's pink lips. A light kiss that ended up a little ferocious. However, it ended shortly afterwards.

"Hand, it's late" Kira said as they moved away. Kira moved out of her husband's lap. Kira knows, Harris is waiting for her to say something about Viona. But, that's not what he's doing right now. She waited for her husband to ask for his opinion. To him, what Viona did was no longer something that could be discussed with her. Despite Kira's high hopes for Harris to forgive.

"You don't want to tell me anything?" Harris asked as he stood up. Then walk by his wife's side.

"About Viona," Harris returned his wife's gaze.

"What do I think is useful here? I think you've decided!" Kira threw away her face and continued the steps that had stalled.

Harris followed Kira's lead, does he really need his wife's opinion? "There's no harm in you expressing your opinion."

Kira turned off the bright lights, leaving behind the dim ones, and grabbed her husband's clothes scattered on the chair near the entrance. Wearing the dark shirt on her husband's body, even though the sultry outside was very cold. Kira doesn't want her husband to get the night wind.

"You know why I have such a hard time forgiving my ex-husband's family mistakes? Even Melisa keeps teasing me. They never admit their mistakes. Even though they were well aware, they were very unfair to me," Kira buttoned her husband's shirt, rubbing the chest softly, under her husband's intense gaze.

Kira raises her face, "Viona was wrong to make you sick and dying. But, a man who is willing to admit his mistakes is the best of man. It's not easy doing that. It takes a lot of courage and courage. Especially you're the one he cheated on."

Harris looked into those eyes deeply. The pain is not much compared to the inner pain received by his wife. Physical wounds can heal over time and there is a cure, inner wounds sometimes only death can heal.

"How do you feel after forgiving them?"

Kira chuckled, "You are so weird, Bang! You know but you still ask. Isn't it brother who convinced me to forgive them?"

Harris scratched the back of his head, he did not forget that, but the feeling after that that he forgot to ask his wife this.

Kira stepped up first, letting her husband think for himself. But soon after, Harris followed her home. The two of them threw meaningful smiles at each other. Kira refused to ask what her decision was.

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Kira sat on the edge of the bed with a cell phone in her hand, while waiting for her husband to take a shower. His feet piled on each other and swung slowly.

Kira raised her face as her husband entered carrying a fresh and intoxicating fragrance. Kira tilted her head involuntarily, as her husband walked towards the closet with a towel wrapped around her waist.

Kira stepped into the man's medekati, taking a deep sip of her husband's distinctive fragrance. He really likes. I closed my eyes, enjoyed it. Hm.

"You miss me apparently!" Harris's tirade in Kira's ear. Kira opened her eyes quickly, and blinked. That sinless face is adorable.

Harris threw the clothes he wanted to wear in any direction. Even with the towel. Just get away with it.

"Why did you throw your shirt, Bang!" Kira turned to look at the clothes that were lying in the corner of the room.

"I don't need a shirt to make my way,"

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