Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Wish

Morning covered in cold. Looks like the temperature dropped a few degrees in the area of the Dirgantara residence. Excel and Jen seemed to talk occasionally laughing at the glass of milk available in front of them. The babysitters are still struggling with three toddlers who are really troublesome. While Kira was wearing an apron lining the nightgown that was still attached to her body, busy in the kitchen.

Too late paddling in dreamland — maybe too tired— Kira misadventure wake up this morning. As if never satisfied colonizing, Harris still pounding his body in the middle of the night which happens to be very supportive atmosphere. While occasionally breaking her neck, Kira gave instructions to some women who helped her. Not perfect in the morning if it does not ensure the adequacy of nutrition for the extended family.

"Bi Mai, take them all to the dinner table!" The appeal to middle-aged women who are always gentle and patient in serving the Aerospace family. Make sure again all is available and no less a complement to breakfast today.

After getting a nod from Aunt Mai, Kira rubbed her forehead. Like following a cooking competition that is always pursued by a time limit. Kira's hands formed a corner behind her waist, a slow swipe propagating on her back. Stiff and sore. While the other hand took off the apron by force and then threw recklessly at the large marble table in the middle of this room.

Not wanting to linger feeling tired, Kira stepped out of the kitchen. The contents of his head were spinning considering his activities today. No longer able to relax, Kira must act quickly and efficiently if you want to keep having a lot of time with her baby.

The dining room table is full of all the family members. Kira's smile widened perfectly. Happy to see all his beloved greedily enjoying breakfast. Warm enveloped, deflecting the cold as if to blend together.

For a moment glancing at her husband, Kira passed by without disturbing the peace her family enjoyed breakfast.

Harris, who felt his day never receded from the satisfaction of birth and inner self, did not let his woman pass without escaping from the spotlight of his eyes. Like a port to recharge his body soul, Harris was so dependent on the woman. Spilling turmoil that always needs a place of impingement. Complaints, restless, doubtful, even tired. In one body, one soul, he got everything. It was fitting for a Harris to be complacent and reward the woman with the highest throne.

"Pa.." the touch on his arm blew his mind about his mother's children.

Harris blinked slowly and turned his head slowly. "Why Je?"

"This is Jeje's request, Pa." Harris looked at Jeje with a floating smile as the teenager stretched out a folded piece of paper with his index finger. Harris lowered his lip slices with raised eyebrows. He thought this child would be embarrassed if his request was heard by someone else.

Half of the pancakes bathed in honey on the plate had to be left again to read the neat Jeje writing. Harris's forehead creased in when reading a line of writing consisting of only a few words.

"If this Papa should have a discussion with Mama, Je! Papa could not rashly determine this, even if this was just a hobby," Harris broke up firmly so that Dirga provoked his turn towards the two men in turn.

"Jeje believes Papa knows best for Jeje, despite Jeje's great hopes of pursuing my hobby so as to achieve what I dreamed of from childhood. Although it doesn't mean much but this will boast of Jeje herself."

Jeje's presentation of her wish made Dirga and Harris smile. They both know that he is Akira's stubborn and clever son who takes heart with sweet promises.

"All right....Papa will work for Jeje. Asal Jeje promises to keep prioritizing education, Papa does not want Papa's children to live without knowledge!" That tone was no longer a warning but an absolute command. Like that Jeje took Harris's look at her. Having no choice, Jeje nodded steadily and finished the rest of her breakfast. His feeling was so relieved after expressing what had been his burden all this time.

Harris turned her attention to Excel and Jen. "If you want what?"

"Jen just wants Papa to take time other than holidays or weekends," Jen replied casually. What more could she ask from her Papa than a longer time together. Everyone wants to come by themselves without whining. Even Opa and Oma Darmawan diligently send Jen toys and clothes or trivial objects such as bandanas every time.

"Come, if Grandpa wanted to replace Papa for a while in the office," the last mouthful landed smoothly on the tongue.

"Why is Grandpa the one who got it?" The air grumbled but only pretended. Of course he was still willing to replace his son's presence if necessary.

"Sister Excel?" Ignoring the discordant tone Papa Harris switched to Excel finished with his breakfast.

Sipping the rest of the milk in his glass, Excel spoke calmly and flatly. "Excel doesn't want anything, Pa. For Excel, Papa and Grandpa want to love Excel wholeheartedly is more than enough. Excel just wants Mama to be happy."

All eyes glazed over, is there a sentence that makes the heart more trenchant? Stabbing the heart niche. Sincere and so soft sounded.

"We all love Mama, son. Mama is the source of this house's happiness..." That strong Dirga shed a tear. "....don't worry about it, Grandpa himself will make sure."

Excel smiled meaningfully. No need to doubt if Grandpa Dirga has promised.

Harris's phone ringer makes the mood return to normal. It is necessary for a small interruption to simply wipe the wet-conditioned ends of the eyes. Harris grabs the phone next to the plate, Harris's lazy gesture so noticeable when he finds out Johan is contacting.

"Sir, I arrived late this morning, because I had to take Viona to the hospital for a check" Johan's voice echoed as the expensive object stuck in Harris's ear.

Curious, but unwilling to make Johan taunt him. "Don't take too long and send me my schedule today."

"I sent you an email first, sir, and I've rearranged your meeting schedule."

No matter what Johan said anymore, Harris turned off his phone. Accompanied by an annoyed snort Harris prepared to leave for the office.

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Kira who has finished tidying up, intends to follow her family breakfast. But while crossing the middle space, he saw Riko walking hastily towards him.

"It just so happens to meet you here, Madam." relief wrapped around Riko's face when the person she really wanted to meet was alone. Not to invite any other suspicions. Riko approached and whispered something but still left some distance.

Kira knew a little about what Riko would say, but did not expect it to be this fatal. The face that had been coated with thin powder seemed to stiffen and gasp until some time he was just sculpting. The brown eye bead perfectly patterned.

"Pick me there now, Ko," he told Riko who immediately nodded. Gave space to his Madam to step in first.

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