Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Don't Go

Melisa was still overwhelmed with emotion since leaving the cafe. Furious because it was not given the opportunity to retaliate, annoyed at always losing, irritated because Kira could not be beaten again.

Rian, still silent. His brain is getting messed up, problem after problem appears in his life that looks fine. If she opens her mouth, she worries that she will get out of control and will hurt Melisa.

"Mas, did you know that man?," asked Melisa breaking her silence.

"Yes, know,"

"Why are you so scared of him? Is it because he is better than you? So you're a minder?" Cecar Melisa. She is upset that Rian did not reply to Kira and the man who claimed to be Kira's husband.

"So, your word, Mel. I'm your husband, you have to respect me" Rian began to get hooked on his emotions, because Melisa's words offended him.

"That's right, isn't it, Mas? You still have feelings for your ex-wife, then when there's her husband, you choose to leave, because she's way above you, am I wrong, Mas?," Melisa still chirped. If the birds chirp, Rian will whistle with him.

"You don't know anything, Mel. So, shut up" Rian was so upset. As her husband is confused by the fate and future of their family for offending his new boss, Melisa foolishly takes her jealousy first.

Rian, ignoring his wife's chatter, immerses himself in the daydream. The flash of being with Kira was like lightning that grabbed his memory. Kira was still 20 years when she married him, still innocent and innocent. His body is thin and tall. Brown eyes, shade and a sweet face, does not make the eyes tired of looking. But his mind is very mature. She doesn't complain much and supports anything Rian does. No whining, no gratitude, no yes, no searching. Patient and patient, only, when he has willed no one can be able to soften his intentions.

Rian remained silent until his car stopped in his yard. Melisa, looking at her husband's annoyance, Rian just shook his head for her. Ah, Kira, I miss your understanding, Rian sighed inwardly.

Melisa stopped in the living room, looking like Mom and Dad were sitting down. It's late, and he just got home, forgetting he already has responsibilities. Without greeting her two in-laws, Melisa passed by just like that, climbing the stairs to her room.

"Basic, don't have manners" mumbling mother. The father who heard it only glanced at a glance, noticing the sour look of his wife.

"That's your son-in-law of choice," said Father, rightly blasting Mom's sensitive feelings.

"Dad, blame Mom? She wasn't like that!," cried Mother but she still held back her voice, afraid that Melisa would still hear. The gray-brown netra that was already inedible by age glanced warily at the end of the stairs.

"Pouring gold, panning ashes," Father said softly.

"Yes, it's my father's ex-myth who's the best, '" Mom was very upset with her husband. Exasperated, because what Dad said was right, and he didn't accept. I want to make Melisa soul like Kira. But, you haven't studied, made Polyjuice potions or learned the science of exchanging souls.

"Nothing, Mom. Take note of it," Dad confirmed. Indeed, I do not agree that Rian married Melisa, because it would hurt Kira. Even if they are having an affair, at least do not make Kira more hurt by marrying his wife's best friend. According to Father, it was equivalent to killing Kira slowly. There is nothing wrong with marrying an ex-wife's best friend as long as it's an honest way to get one.

Rian, shortly afterwards following his entrance into the house, Father who knew a little about his son's predicament, only sighed, looking at his son's tangled face. I guess, they had a disagreement. However, Dad just let Rian pass without saying a word. So that Mom was surprised at him.

"Your son, long as he forgot how to speak, Well," Mother's gaze still followed Rian to the extent of his sight.

"He's at odds with your son-in-law, so let him sort things out. Don't interfere or eavesdrop on their quarrels" I reminded Mom. He knew the character of his wife, Kira was the victim of interference Mother. Separating Kira with her son, then looking for a surrogate daughter-in-law that disappointed Mom. Exceeding Mom's disappointment with Rian when Rian decides to marry Kira.

The two elderly people chose silence, the warm atmosphere of the family room became cold, because of their disagreement. Unlike the atmosphere in a room away from the Rian family home. The room is so crowded with the sound of jokes 3 children and their caregivers. They play and laugh without burden.

Kira watches her three children through the door. He has not been able to get in there because he still has to take care of a big baby in his room. The latest rules, which can be updated at any time, say that, Kira should not leave his post, as long as Harris has not allowed. And the nanny had to hurry, it seemed like the baby had finished bathing.

"It's over?," asked. Since the incident at the cafe, Kira did not dare to look at Harris. He was too embarrassed, to just glance.

"Not yet, I'm still soaking" Harris replied indifferently.

"If it's still soaking why come here?" Kira lifted her face. The two eyes finally met. One adores, one seduces. Drowning together, but only briefly, Kira immediately grabbed a twig to lift it. Ugh, congratulations.

"You know I'm done showering, why ask?" cried Harris.

"You take a shower, your body odor has already infected me," Harris kissed the base of his arm, as if his scented body had been exposed to the radiation of Kira's body odor that did not smell.

"It's a virus, indeed" murmured Kira. He rushed towards the bathroom, soaking himself in the soothing warm water. Pouring as much soap as possible, she was afraid that her body odor was interfering with the smell of the man who always made her nosebleed.

Wrapped in a towel, Kira steps into her closet. But when did he lock his closet? Forcibly tugging the closet door, but the result is nil, the name is also in the lock. Kira turned to the closet next to her, there, but it was the clothes she avoided. I am afraid of catching a cold when I wear it. Harris' room was always cold until morning, Kira couldn't stand the cold, it would make her sneeze.

Having no choice, he wore a thin cloth and left a strap on that shoulder. He'll ask Harris' permission to borrow his shirt. He remembers that rule, don't touch this, that, don't interfere with this and that. Bla,bla,bla. It's not possible to just wear a towel out of here, is it?

"Are you teasing me, honey?" Harris stood at the door where Kira came out. Kira glared, surprised.

"N-no, no,"

"Then, why are you wearing such clothes?" Harris stepped forward, leading Kira into the dressing room. Looking at Kira, with full intent.

"The floor's locked, there's only this shirt. I didn't mean anything, really!," Kira lowered her head. Feel that look in silence. What a cursed shirt, makes me have trouble breathing, Kira's mind. Not because his clothes were tight, but the body in front of him that made him lose his breath.

Harris pulls Kira in the arms. Feeling the comfort of the woman that makes her lose focus. Makes her forget the heartache left behind. Coloring a lonely day. Smell black hair that is still a little wet and natural.

Kira gulped, dry like a desert. Heartbeats that are in tune with the roar of breath are very soothing, the distinctive aroma of his intoxicating body. Kira slowly closed her eyes, letting herself drift along with the sudden feeling of rushing over. Kira doesn't care anymore, if Harris says he teases her. It doesn't matter anymore, if Harris doesn't have the same feelings as her. Reciprocated love is just as painful as falling in love alone, it makes no difference. It is better to love alone, without him knowing the depth of feeling. If she had to leave him, at least, she had loved him without having to hurt each other.

Kira further tightened her embrace, looking for the most comfortable place for her to lean on. Letting himself embrace inwardly, sipping the scent into the deepest of hearts.

"Sorry, sweetheart Harris, I borrowed yours" Inner Kira. His lips covered the smile, eroding the distance, deepening the feeling, letting it run around him.

Harris smiled, she knew, this woman needed herself more than anyone. Even of all the women who have ever been in his life, he is the most honest without speaking. Harris felt, he just didn't want to go beyond his limits. The limit he himself made. Though, Harris freed everywhere, he wanted to flap his wings. Even though, wading through the deep trough in the ocean or soaring through space.

She, the woman with the bridle is not real. Start mahligai with superficial thoughts about love. Love in general harmony. Without him realizing it, true love does not exist, there is only a mirage. It's so sorry for him.

Harris took off her embrace, grabbing the reluctant woman's chin away from her body. The two Netra meet, for the first time, diving into each other. Dark black netra, which cannot be penetrated by dim light. But, he could see, the eyes were covered in the mist of the brown eyes.

Harris gently rubbed her sweet lips in front of him. Put his lips there again. Longer. Gently clenched, smudging every feeling that flowed there.

Kira welcomes Harris' every treatment of her. Close your eyes, enjoy. Try to harmonize every action and feeling directed at him. However, his brain was tired of withstanding the "Yes or No" showdown". His brain, hinting Kira to surrender, let all go with the flow, led them across the river without end.

The air conditioner is no longer able to drive away the heat here. He continued to blow, touching the skin, but there, like in the fortification of a thin layer of fog.

This quiet room turned boisterous, with the roar of the breath of two humans fighting each other for air. What was once neat is now formless. Pagutan changed bites, down every inch of the beautiful curves of both. Seduce, tease, so that he can no longer get out of there. Let it melt together.

"Let me take what should be mine," A melodious voice echoed in the hearing room, flowing in every drop of blood within his body.

However, suddenly, Kira felt hollow. When all that, stay away. Leaving her already high-flying self. Kira opened her closed eyes. Kira also rose from her dream, wrapped her body, which was half innocent. He's disappointed.

"Don't, go," Cursed lips, Inner Kira.

Harris pulled both corners of her lips, "I just locked the door."

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