Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Dingy

It's dark, that's how these days go by. The sky still seemed reluctant to show its height. His might was blocked by a thick cloud, accompanied by a flash of anger of the lightning.

The Atmaja family, still looks harmonious as usual. Calm and adem. But, who would have thought, the calm surface of the river, in it stores the current. The cold water holds hot lava.

Dad is still working as usual, Mom is still happy and powerful. Since the meeting heated up last time, Rian kept his distance with Kira. However, that does not mean he does not pay attention to his ex-wife anymore. Still, even more. Lurk before returning home. At least, seeing his ex's beautiful smile, would be his spirit and sedative before meeting his wife who was starting to mess up.

Yes, after hitting Kira, Melisa often gets angry, even rampaging. Crying only because her child cries, laughing excessively when her child sulks. Sometimes she refused her child, not infrequently, she tear when her child was away from her.

Rian, who had originally promised in his heart, to support his wife, now seemed to have forgotten. Busy with the world. Seeing the messed up Melisa, it was not heartless, but she did not know what to do. Not just once twice, Rian got Melisa's tantrum.

"Mas, today, I want to go for a walk with Sia. I need some refreshment, Mas, I think my brain has been in trouble lately" said Melisa, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Looking at the body of Rian who was behind him.

Rian turned around, looking at his wife who was still filled. His haggard face looked terrible with a faint smile adorning his lips.

But for Rian, this was progress. At least, he had already spoken normally, there was no more surge of anger.

"Home at home, you go have fun. Enjoy your own time" Rian approached his wife and sat down before Melisa. Swab that round cheek gently. Beautiful, but lost its shine. A glimpse of the pale lips that once shaken his faith.

"Really?," a ray of happiness appeared on Melisa's eye bead. A smile of excitement that rarely appeared, now they were perfect, showing a row of white teeth.

"Yes, Honey. Go, but don't be long, pump the milk before you go, yes!," Rian gently stroked Melisa's hair that lost its shine.

"Thank you, Mas!," Melisa hugged her husband. Rian almost toppled backwards, as his position was still crouching in front of Melisa.

"Hey, be careful, honey. You can kill me" Rian laughed, happy and sad. The bad shadow of the past follows his happiness now. Rian still feels guilty, every second now, followed by regret.

Melisa laughs, happy. Kissing her husband who was sitting on the floor, not strong enough to hold the weight of his wife.

Rian left for work with a cheerful face. Melisa drove him until her husband's car was no longer visible in her eyes. Carrying Sia who had been ignored for some time. Melisa dissolved in emotions. Now he has to make peace with the situation. Waiting for the right time to strike back.

"Where are you going?" asked Mom from the kitchen. The unfriendly look on the elderly woman.

"You go to the room, what's up, Mom?" Melisa turned to face her mother-in-law.

"Sana, help Sumi in the kitchen" Mother ordered. "Today, my friend wants a funeral here."

"Mom knows, right? I don't like being in the kitchen, I'm busy today anyway" Melisa replied. Sia seemed to start to fidget at the loud noise from Grandma and Mama.

"You just hitchhiked living here. You should know yourself, if it wasn't for my son picking you up from that abject place, you wouldn't have got the glory you are today" Mom exclaimed. In his entire life no one dared to refute his orders. When she heard the rebuttal, she heard lightning strike her ear, making her heart boil.

"Mom forgot? Ah, yes, I'm old and must be getting senile. Let me remind you again, it was you who brought me here, screwed up your son's household. Lucky I love your son, imagine if he was just my toy? After the treasure ran out, I'll leave it, as it has been?," Sia began to whine, terrified. Hearing her Mama speak softly hissed, pushing Grandma with Melisa's steps.

"Mother isn't afraid? I'll take your treasure? Yours? And let you be a bum out there? There's nothing a Melisa can't do."

"So, ma'am, don't ask for something I can't possibly do. Stop commanding me, I'm not that stupid Kira," Melisa took her face away from her mother-in-law. Continuing his previously closed intention. Leaving the woman who gave birth to her husband in fear. The old body trembled, angry and afraid mixed into one. However, it wasn't Mother Atmaja if it didn't have a thousand plans in its head. Whoever does not obey his orders, he has to get away.

Melisa handed Sia over to the nanny who followed her to the room. Pumping ASI for Sia, as much as she needs as long as Melisa leaves her.

Melisa leaves the house after pecking herself, letting her mother-in-law busy herself preparing for her own show.

Have fun yourself, enjoy the streets that are starting to be empty. Something he hasn't done in a while.

In a shopping center, Kira was choosing some high-collar clothes. Tired of having to wear a scarf every day. He's not used to it, but he needs to get used to it now. The scorching scars Harris left around his neck are growing with each passing day. Despite Kira's protests, Harris never paid any heed to her.

Kira was caught off guard by Johan's annoying gaze or Harris' complacent smile. Or the shy smile of her co-workers and ART. Every day, they often whisper behind Kira. Even Johan often coughed suddenly when Kira left the room more during the day than usual.

From that day on, his life was not calm anymore, yet he was also very enjoying. Kira's eyes seemed open, the household used to only disguise love, not with love. Love is only a formality, not an inner bond between the two. No, with Rian, it was never as big and as hard as this feeling flowed. Kira feels sincerity, behind Harris' harsh treatment. Feeling safe among Harris' anger. Feeling protected in every shocking act he does.

Kira is a simple woman. Although now he can afford, but only spend enough money.

"Narrow world apparently," A familiar voice greeted his hearing. Kira looked back, looking by her Melisa who was carrying a dozen grocery bags next to her hand.

Kira smiled, "Hi, are you shopping?,"

"As you can see, are you sick?" Melisa examines Kira's febrile appearance. Wearing a high-collared sweater covered his neck.

"You're so considerate, Mel. I'm very good at the moment. What makes you think that? Did you swear to me?" Kira squinted, Melisa still remains Melisa, the fanged woman who will tear at any moment the flesh of her prey.

"You look like a grandmother who just came home from the doctor" Melisa giggled. Laughing at the joke he just made.

"I take it as a warning, no matter how beautiful we are in our youth, we will be grandmothers someday," Kira continued her steps, her hands busy pulling clothes hanging close together. His eyes glanced at Melisa who was standing beside him, doing the same.

"At least, my time is still long, and I am still young," Melisa tilted her head at a glance, her lips pursed, dismissive.

" And who knows, how long we have. You will grow old like everyone else" Kira patted Melisa on the shoulder. Soothing as well as threatening, threatening with destiny, and the mystery of time.

"Oh yeah? I'm not afraid, Ra. Even with what I have right now, I can have what I want. With the money my husband has, turning down the old, keeping my husband beautiful and pleasing, it's not a hard thing to do, unlike you, just because of the mattress, your husband is double, looking for me who has everything," Melisa smiled triumphantly.

"Alright Mrs Rian. Just enjoy what you have now, before anyone has more right to take it from you. I think I've been here too long. Shop a lot here. Bye," Kira moves away from Melisa who is oblivious to Kira's last words. Melisa felt that she had already won.

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