Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

De javu

"Good morning Mrs Bos” Johan smiled broadly.

I exhaled a long breath, this early already irritated. Johan was carrying a suit that seemed to belong to Harris, in a show at the door. Who would have thought he was an assistant, his easygoing naturedness, made me doubt him.

“Don't call me madam, Jo” I tried not to scream, considering this isn't my home.

“I'm in front of my boss now, so I have to be formal” Geez, this guy is very good at finding excuses.

“Let's go” I shift my body to the side, so Johan can come in. But instead of entering immediately, he just stuck out his head.

“You alone, Madam. You're his wife, now you're the one who prepared his needs” Johan handed the suit to me.

“You alone, Jo. I don't know what his habits are. It'll be all wrong, so I'll give back the shirt to Johan. I'm not grounded, I don't know anything about him. Not helping, it will be troublesome.

“He is not a little girl Madam, just prepare clothes and other equipment in one place, so easy when going to wear it” He seems annoyed, as if to say "what's the trouble?"

“You're Jo” I'm still insistent on refusing.

There was a commotion at the door because Johan and I pushed each other through the suit in the plastic wrap. So it makes a little noise.

“What are you booming about?” I looked at the bed. Harris was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“This is Sir, I'm dropping off your clothes but Mrs Bos doesn't want to accept it” Johan nyelonong enter. Just makes me more upset. Why wait for him to wake up, why not just go in. I close my teeth in my tightly clenched mouth.

“Let on the sofa alone, I took a shower” Harris moved from the bed to take a shower immediately. For a moment Harris looked at me, seemingly about to get sprayed this morning. She walked while combing her hair with her fingers. Ughhhh... I immediately took my eyes off her. Fearful.

“Good sir, I will wait outside”

God, did I just see a chameleon. Very quickly changed, from the first whiny changed to be formal and firm. Do they have two faces? No Mr. Dirga, no Johan, they're the same.

“You'd better wait until Mr. Harris finishes the shower Mrs” Johan whispered to me when he almost reached the door.

“I want to go down Jo, is it not breakfast? I'll prepare food for breakfast” I walk ahead of Johan.

“Alright, whatever, at most he will scold you” Johan breezed to the door when I stopped my step. His uncaring attitude, he was very made up, but it managed to affect me.

I paused for a moment, thinking. All right, I'm gonna go along with Johan. Not funny either, the blind mornings had already made a fuss. I turn around, pissed? Ja. But is there a choice for me? Think back to what made me here. Never mind.

I put what Harris needs in one place. I don't know his taste, I just used my experience while still with Mas Rian. While waiting for her to take a bath, I tidied up the messy bed.

When the bathroom door opened, I felt like de javu. Something I've heard the last 10 years.10 years of happiness, 10 years that I think, is beautiful. Glimps of those fond memories sprinkled out from the grave where I buried them all, like a laron flying into the light.

Hearing the sound of the door opening behind me, in the hug and in the friendly kiss from behind, became a morning ritual that was almost never missed. Freezing, as if all away, there was only me and the memories that felt real again.

Unknowingly, my eyes were hot, my chest was burning, when I remembered, there were other women who were treated the same as me. There's another woman who untied the tie I made. He was always treated the same as me when we were not together. Sharing the same breath, as with me.

“What do you think?” Flat sound but brings astonishment. The towering man was already standing a few steps away from me. Men are different, but manage to evoke old memories.

Razzle, when our views meet for the first time. I couldn't answer, my lips were shaking as if I had forgotten how to speak, my brain was losing its vocabulary. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, to wipe away the tears that had accumulated in the corners of my eyes.

“Are you starting to feel sorry now?” Continue back while buttoning his sleeves.

“Sorry, I don't know how you like to dress” Ask me what I answer. I'm really not focused. My last memory before I trace back to the past, is his taste in dress.

Note, not complicated, in dress. He doesn't make it difficult for me. All right, this guy is not hard to understand and doesn't like stale talk. Can I say I'm lucky?. 10 Years of experience, at least it benefits me now.

Although it's too early to say, but its openness, even to the dressing thing, it was a good start for me. Just imagine, we haven't known each other for 24 hours, but we're like old friends who just met again.

“You love to daydream, will your daydreams get your job done?” This time he looks upset. Seeing me not paying his full attention to her.

“Sorry, um, what else can I help you with?” my many. This time I ventured to look into his eyes again at a glance. I'm afraid I'm stuck there.

“Already, I've prepared” Right, he's been neat and... handsome. Mesmerizing. If I didn't have a bad experience of falling in love, I would have jumped into his charms.

“Are you hungry?” Ask. His eyes pored over my face, making me misbehave.

“What?”

“You hungry? Just now your face was like a starving person” replied as he turned his gaze to the phone he just picked up. And sit on the edge of the bed.

“No, I'm not hungry. When it's done, I go down first” I'm embarrassed. Many times I lost my focus, no longer wanting to put any more harm in my eyes, I chose to leave. As fast as lightning I darted to the door without waiting for his answer.

“We got off together” I stopped. Is he going to play in front of everyone? Is this a code?

“Ayo” Harris is standing in line with me. Put the phone in his pocket, then walked straight to the door, leaving me.

What was I thinking? Idiotically. I bit my lips, grimaced, horrified by my thoughts. I followed behind him, far away. Johan looked at me occasionally. Maybe make sure I'm still following. He was talking to Johan. They spoke in a soft voice. I don't want to hear it, it's none of my business. But I have to go after him, if I don't get lost.

Passing stairs, hallways, and some enclosed spaces, arrive at the super-large dining table. Imagine that this dining table would fit at least 20 people, - counting the number of seats there are - and the one who inhabits it every day is an old man. Together with household asiseten.

Harris and Johan sat at the dinner table. They ignored me, engrossed in talking about work like that. I stepped back again. The kitchen amazed me. Luxurious. At least 5 women were working there, chatting casually, occasionally laughing.

“Good morning, Nona” greet one of the household assistants. Instantly, the kitchen became silent.4 others, stopping all activities to welcome me. With respect. Oh, my God, I'm so scared.

“Again, Bi. What is cooking?” I answered with a smile. I walked closer to them. “Can I help you?”

“No need Miss” Answer them simultaneously.

“It's okay, I'm used to cooking every morning” I approach the table with vegetables and will be a side dish that is ready in the process.

“This is our job, you better take a walk outside. Morning air is good for health. Santi, accompany Miss for a walk" The woman named Santi, immediately stepped forward.

"No need, Bi. I'll just go to my son's room. Sorry, interrupted your work" I bow my head in apology. Huh, I'll leave the kitchen soon.

At the dining table, the 2 people were still busy talking. I was shocked when Johan laughed out loud, following Harris's sharp gaze. However, as soon as he saw me, his laughter suddenly stopped.

"Madam, sorry, I got too carried away by the morning" Johan blushed sinlessly at me. I choose to ignore those 2 people, what kind of morning atmosphere is now capable of making someone laugh so hard?. Just ignore....

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