Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Mister Calculation

Where are you going today?” Harris asked me when we were in the room. He sat on the couch, busy with his cell phone.

“I want to work, where do I go?” My answer. I was busy packing my things. Even if it's just a pair of pajamas, but this belongs to the Lord of Calculations in front of me.

“You put it in a dirty laundry basket, let Aunt Mai take care of it” The order while taking a laptop and putting it in a bag. Is he still a descendant of the shaman? Without looking, he knew what I was doing.

“Why? I can also wash my own clothes”

“I'm afraid you're not clean washing it” Shouts. Makes my ears buzz. Basic Tarzan.

I followed without answering. Looking at her extremely creepy gaze frightened me.

“This really makes me right?” I folded the face I was wearing at dawn. I'm afraid I'll have to pay. Yes, I opened the box with prayer supplies, because I did not find any mukena in the man's room.

“Yes, time for your mother? You're-you're this” He looks pissed, his pouting face makes me want to tease him again.

“Then all that?” I pointed at the box that was piled up in the corner of the room. "That's for me, right? I can wear it, right?"

“Iya, it's yours and you wear it all you want. Satisfied?” He swerved towards me. It made me laugh because it made him angry. What else am I supposed to do now? Want to go to work, the new cafe opens at 10, and it's still 8.

“You work where?” Harris asked a few moments later. He's already wearing his suit.

“Di Ivy’s cafe. Why?” He may not allow me to work anymore. I looked at him full of sight.

“No, just ask. Aren't you getting ready?” Although still flat and ketus, but his voice can already be received my ears well.

“What is prepared? This is enough, right?” I saw the clothes I was wearing. Of all the clothes in the suitcase, this shirt is most suitable for work, although uncomfortable. Usually I wear trousers and a shirt or shirt. This time wearing a dress like attending the report card. I saw him mocking my appearance. All right, Mr. Tarzan, taunt me as you please, until you throw up.

“You're not dressed?”

“No, why? Am I embarrassing you?” I raised my face, intentionally, like a challenge.

“Not my business” He took a bag containing a laptop, a phone that was immediately put in the pocket. Then walk to the door.

“How will I work later?” My toot. I remember how I'm gonna get out of here later. Harris seems to be leaving now. Taxis can't get in here either. Walk to the entrance of the complex, far away.

“Think yourself”

I sneered, the time was just angry, sulking like a child. He stepped out of the room. I didn't drive him, let it be.

Not knowing what to do, I looked around the box. I'm sure I won't be able to wear it anytime soon. From clothes to shoes it's a famous brand. Although not a very limited one, but it still cannot be reached by my pocket.

Leaving it all behind, I immediately headed for the cafe. In that house, it was already very quiet. I intend to walk up to the gate, then book a taxi from there.

“Augus?” I was shocked to see the figure of the person I had known for the past few years. He was no less surprised to see me here.

“Mbak Kira, I mean Miss. So the Young Miss in question is Ma'am Kira?” Agus looks very happy.

“What the hell Gus. What are you doing here?” My toot.

“I'm driver Ma'am, uh, Miss now” She teases me, just like Johan.

“Alright, we're talking on jalan” I'm sitting next to Agus. It's not comfortable explaining everything here.

“Since when do you work here, Gus?” I'm just impatient.

“Today is my first day, Mbak” replied Agus.

“So, Mbak Kira married Tuan Muda Dirgantara?” I hate Agus's expression as mocking.

“Don't talk about it again, you know it clearly, don't you? What about Father-in-law, Gus? You left him, for a big salary?” I'm second-guessing. As I recall, Agus was eager to get a high salary to send his sister to college.

“Mbak su’zon deh. I quit my job there a month ago. Since Pak Rian and Bu Mel back” Agus like choking on durian seeds.

“Sorry, Ma'am, about Mr. Rian and Ms. Melisa, I didn't tell you back then. I'm afraid, Ma'am Kira can't accept”

“I already know, Gus. Let's just say, I'm too stupid, Gus” I'm staring out the car's glass window. Avoiding the pity view of Agus.

“When Mbak Kira knows?”

“A few days ago, we met in hospital”

“Then?”

“What?” I don't understand Agus's intentions.

“Ya, the Young Master?” Agus scratched his head.

“Not, Ma'am. When did you guys know?” Agus was getting curious if I kept avoiding him.

“OK, we're in a match, and don't let anyone know. Understand?” I stared hard at Agus. Reply with 2 fingers forming the letter “V”.

“Casual, Ma'am, since when did Mbak Kira get so fierce like this?”

“Since I was” I replied annoyed.

“What does Mbak Kira know? Mr. Rian will occupy his old position, in his office first”

“It's none of my business anymore, Gus. He has become my past. She is already happy now” I sighed, the burden on my chest lessened as the breath was wasted.

“Scan be too cruel to you, Mbak” Celtap Agus.

I concur. But, the lion will not waste the opportunity when the hunt is off guard. Melisa was rolling me to the edge of the abyss, and when I fell asleep, she pushed me. The luckiest people are the ones who are able to take advantage of every opportunity, right?

Silence surrounded us both. I was busy diving into my thoughts and Agus focused on the wheel. The streets were starting to be quiet, making Agus more free to walk.

“Still yes Gus” I got off in front of the cafe owned by Ivy, which is already open.

“Mbak Kira, my boss now. So don't be, I'm the one who should respect Kira. Later, my children are picked up, Mbak Kira just focus on work”

I smiled in response to Agus. I'll go to Ivy's cafe. As soon as they saw me, they all rushed towards me. Congratulate me. I am so excited to get attention from them. If my marriage is worthy of congratulations. Huft.

“Can't keep a secret, eh?” I approached Ivy who pretended not to know I was coming.

“They know from the account Lip say, not me, I'm all right, a friend who is not considered”. It was Viona, who fulfilled the account of Lips.

“Sorry, Vy. You know, there's nothing I invite, what's so great about this wedding?” I tried to grab Ivy's hand, but he made things difficult. Is he really angry?

“So, angry at this? All right, I go home, after all not working, money also ngalir”

I picked up the bag I put down not far from Ivy. Sorry I didn't wear the bag in the box just now. If Ivy knew it, he would've gone crazy on his own. He put the bag in his shot.

“Eh, how to go anyway? Cake-in-the-cake, let's get more exciting. Time instantly blurred so” Ivy pulled my hand.

“I'm afraid you lose if you fight with me”

“Yeee, which was there the time, which battered” Ivy murmured as I twisted the facts.

“OK, okay, now we work first. Time to open up soon, right?” I'm ending this debate.

“It's also in the working side, Ra. You think I'm sleeping from earlier?” Ivy pointed at the duster in his hand.

“Iya, I mean, the first job was just chat” I quibbled fear in further interrogation.

“Cannot. I know you're married to Young Master Dirgantara. Not with Senior Master, right?”

I nodded, refusing to explain. Let Ivy assume for herself. He is very good at imagining things.

“What does it feel like?” Oh, my God, what is this? Which flavor is less obvious, Vy?

“I mean, it feels like marrying a young man?”

“Dia 2 years older than us, Vy”

“Really? Where do you know?”

“In the marriage book, where else?”

“Aww... gemes” Ivy pinched my cheek hard and shook it. Pain, Vy.

“Aaan anyway? Sick knows" I slapped Ivy's hand.

"Surely you guys are in those places? Keep going, sleeping away? Then, he looked at you coldly and haughtily. Rich in those Dramas?" Ivy brought her face closer to the palm of her hand. His eyes were flickering repeatedly, making me grimace. Disgustedly.

"Baby himself, shadow continues until tuyul grow hair" I left Ivy who still smiles alone.

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#inhibited signal