Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Wound Spreader Wound Part Bonus

Time changes, days pass but wounds are still wounds. Those who leave will never return. Leaving unbearable pain.

The 38-year-old man looked at the pillow where his wife used to lie. Clean and perfumed again. Always so even though Melisa is still lying there, Mother always gives comfort to Melisa. Either patience and sincerity from which Rian does not know, but Mother like to seriously care for Melisa, without complaining of tired or sick. Although now his body is weak due to fatigue and stress.

–Even if Melisa can't move forever, as long as life is still felt, I will take care of your wife, Rian–

Mother's words that never once sounded sincere. Because Mom always really even when torturing Kira first. So heart to hurt the woman until finally the separation becomes the closing story of Rian and Kira.

"Mel .. are you happy now? Are you back pretty and no longer sick, hm?" Lirih Rian to the pillow she rubbed as if Melisa was still lying there, smiling at her.

The sentence just slid off, did she already love Melisa in fact? I don't know, different forced and love is very thin since they decided to get married.

"I'm sorry Mel, I'm not a good husband .. That makes you choose to leave without saying goodbye to me. I was too selfish when I kept chasing after Kira who was no longer mine. .. I should have realized Mel, I already have you,"

The last flash of violence to cause the collapse of their household back to spin. As if awakening, Rian now understood why Melisa was so angry with him.

"Mel .. I'm sorry. I was blind to see how much you loved me. I'm too focused on my obsession with Kira ...."

Rian was again stunned in a cry of regret, until his body was shaken. It was as if her eyes had just opened when Melisa had left.

"Papa ...," Rian quickly wiped away the tears that had soaked his cheeks.

"Yes dear ... Papa's son is not sleepy yet?" Rian waved a hand calling for Sia to come closer.

"Not Pa, Sia kangen Mama ... Sia wants to sleep in this room Pa." The round-eyed girl with short, perfectly curled eyelashes stepped closer to the mattress. His little hands hugged a medium-sized pink teddy bear.

Rian set aside a mane that scattered on the left and right sides of his daughter. Tuck behind the ear. "Beautiful like Melisa," Rian's inner. Even to Sia, not a single letter of her was left. Just like the other three kids. Even Excel is getting more and more like papa he continued.

Rian gasped for a moment, then lifted his daughter's body onto his lap. "Other people think of Mama ... Papa thinks Mama's very nice, honey. Because he gave Papa a copy of himself."

"I mean Papa?"

"Yes ... You look so much like Mama, these eyes, these lips and this face all belong to Mama ..," Rian touched one by one what he called, then gave his daughter a kiss and a hug for so long.

"So if Sia misses Mama, Sia only needs to see the reflection of Sia's face in the mirror. Sia's going to see Mama."

"But Pa ..," Sia pushed herself through her Papa's arms. "Said Grandma, if Sia misses Mama, Sia must pray with God so that Mama can come in Sia's dream?"

"That's true too, dear. Mama needs a prayer from this little angel." Rian pinched his daughter's tiny nose. "And Mama who hears Sia's prayer will be happy and if God permits, Mama will come in Sia's dream."

Rian hugged his nodding daughter again as he rounded his lips. The sparkle on Sia's face was a cure in Rian's heart. True, Alicia Assyifa was the medicine of her parents' hearts.

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