Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Hate his Mother, dear her Son

Johan sighed, taking the little body of the woman into his arms. "What do you think if I marry you?"

Viona distanced her body. The look on Johan's face that seemed to stem the wound.

"I don't deserve you, Jo!" Viona looked down, she always felt bad about her past. Moreover, Johan already knew clearly how his life was first.

Johan scoffed, "then who is worthy of me? Do you have the right to decide who is worthy of me?!"

"I have the right to choose, Vi!" Keep Johan. "If you don't have any feelings for me yet, at least think about who will protect you and your child!"

Viona raised her face. The two looked at each other, diving into each other. "I'm..."

"Don't turn me down, Vi!" Johan extended his hand to Viona's shoulder. "By Nicky's safety, that's all I can do to keep you safe!"

"I'll think about it, Jo!"

"There's no time, Vi! Better hurry up, the longer you think, the more chance Martin has of hurting you!"

Viona wet her throat. His brain was unable to think, for him this was too urgent and sudden. But Johan was right, there was no time to think about feelings. Even if it's important.

Viona let out a rough breath, "at least, I have to tell Mom and Dad! They're my parents, now!"

Johan held his breath as Viona said that. What does this mean, huh? Inner Johan.

"All right, I'll wait till tomorrow! Now you sleep at Mom's! I'll be on guard for you!"

Viona nodded, "i'll be safe at Mother's house, you must be tired too! You better get some rest, Jo!"

"I'll sleep in the car!" Johan replied while pushing Viona's body. They left the yard. Both were silent, busy with their own thoughts. Look at the decisions they make.

The two walked up to Mom's house, which was quite close. Viona reached out her hand to knock on the door. For a few moments, there was no confirmation. Viona was about to knock again, however, the door opened slowly. Nina is wearing blue pajamas. He looked lazy and cynical looking at Viona.

"Sorry, Nina! It's been disturbing your sleep!" Lirih Viona, she looked reticent for interrupting this young lady's rest time.

Nina looked at Viona and Johan alternately. "It's good if you're self-conscious! Just leave your son in my house! You think parenting is easy?"

Johan was flabbergasted at Nina's seemingly indifferent attitude and cruel impression on Viona. Didn't he treat Nicky so well? Thought Johan.

"Sorry Nina, I won't do it again!" Viona grinned bitterly and received bad treatment from Nina. She quite understood why Nina was acting that way to her, right what Nina said. Parenting a child is not easy and exhausting.

"Good then!" Nina shifted her body from the door, letting Viona in. "Nicky slept in my room. You just go home, let's sleep here with me!"

Johan was increasingly agape at Nina's words. Where does she hate her mother but love her child? What a strange attitude, according to Johan.

"Tonight I'll just sleep here, Nin!" Viona replied. "Let my Nicky just move to the back room, so as not to trouble you!"

Viona glanced at the toy that was still lying in the corner of the room. They must have been overwhelmed by Nicky's mischief, he thought. Ah, it seems like he should agree with Johan's proposal. Keep on strengthening yourself.

"Here you go, you just sleep there! I will not interrupt your son! It's night after all, if Nicky's disturbed in his sleep, he won't be able to sleep anymore!" Nina raised her chin, her tone was very thin and irritating. But it's true, Nicky always did. Nina stepped out of the living room. However, his steps came to a halt as he almost reached the end of the room. He turned around carrying a gaze full of warning towards Johan who was still outside the door.

"Sir Jo's coming home soon, it's not good the nights are still at a girl's house. What people say later!" Nina turned to Viona who repressed with a feeling of remorse for Johan. "Lock the door, go to sleep. Not good long alone with a man who's not who you are!"

After saying that, Nina immediately left the two behind. Letting Viona take a deep breath.

"Every day is like this?" Johan's chirps without being prevented. He was really surprised by Nina's attitude which was inversely proportional to what she had witnessed earlier.

Viona shrugged, "She loves Nicky so much, I know that!"

Johan raised his hand, not understanding. Strange attitude according to him. "I'll bring your car here! You rest!"

Johan let out a brief smile before turning around to leave the face of the door.

"Jo," Viona chases Johan out of the house.

Viona looked at Johan for a moment, then lowered her head while squeezing both of her palms. "I'm willing to marry you."

Viona steadied her heart as the words were thrown from her mouth. I hope this is the best option, he thought.

Johan felt his body stiffen for some time, all of a sudden, his body rustling softly. The warm vibrations tickled all the way to his nerve endings.

"Did you change your mind?" Viona looks very anxious to see Johan staring blankly at her.

Johan was surprised, "No, it's not that, I was just a little surprised! All right, I'll take care of everything!"

Johan was so nervous. There was a sense of happiness filling him. Either because eventually there will be someone who welcomes him, or because too long alone to forget how it feels to be happy.

"Alright," Viona pulled both corners of her lips. The burden on his chest seemed to lift after agreeing to Johan's request.

Viona opened her mouth, but nothing came out of it. Instead, he widened his smile, until he saw his teeth.

"What?" Johan frowned. "Is there something strange? Or do you want something?"

"Nothing," Viona smiled as she placed her hand in the back pocket. Both are now overwhelmed with awkwardness. It feels strange for both of them when they get used to being familiar because they limit each other, now they have to open a limit to get closer to each other.

"Do you want me to propose to you first?" Johan asked after a while the two were in silence.

"Ah, no need! Besides, I don't have anyone near my parents' replacement! Just Dad, Mom, Mami and Papi, I don't think they'll mind!"

Johan gave a smile, "Alright, go to your room! I'll get your car!"

Viona nodded, while backwards grabbing the doorknob. "Good night, Jo!"

Viona's sweet smile was swallowed by the door leaf that was almost closed. But Johan was still able to see it clearly. "Good night wife!"

Johan held a smile as the door paused for a moment before it closed perfectly, and the sound of the door lock sounded gripping. Johan was sure Viona heard it.

Behind the door, Viona held her chest as if it was jumping as Johan uttered a line that shook her entire body. His body rested on the door behind him.

Viona bit her lips, holding back the happy smile that suddenly filled her. "May I don't take any more wrong steps!" Inner Viona.

Once again in the face of the door leaf that seemed to paint the shadow of Johan there. Before he passed towards his room at the back of the house. Viona laid her body on her back on a mattress that was quite comfortable, her sleep would definitely be good after one week of being gripped by fear. He was alluding to his stupidity, for not saying this in the first place to Johan.

"I should be self-conscious, I'm a weak woman who is easy to beat!" Viona let out a rough breath, she tilted her body position, with her hands as a pedestal. Forcing his eyes to shut, killing the doubt that still enveloped his heart.

Meanwhile, Johan has parked Viona's car in front of the house, while his car is outside the fence. Johan enters his car, this is where he'll spend the rest of the night. I hope there are no bad mosquitoes to bother you.

As if remembering something, Johan immediately reached into his pants pocket, picked up a cell phone to contact Doni.

He repeatedly contacted Doni, but did not get an answer. Johan pulled his hair rough, and hit the wheel in frustration. Throw her body on the back of the car seat violently. Eyes closed. But, his mind floated imagining how his life would be. He was only able to promise inwardly, confident that he could change the position of Mistress Boss, albeit slowly.

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