Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

I am your Mas.

While Rian is still weeping over his fate, Kira and Harris are preparing to go to his father's house. From that day on, the children refused to return to Harris' house. So that Kira who went back and forth between her parents' house and Harris' house, her own house, can be said like that.

"Come," Take Harris who can't wait to leave. I don't know how many times he's said "Come". Kira herself was astonished, she was ordinary, whereas Harris had been busy herself since earlier. Climb down the stairs to check on Kira who is still preparing. Like a child who is impatient when going to the playground.

"In the meantime, I'm going to go check out the things that the kids need first," Kira still puts in a few change of clothes for the kids, books, toys and dolls, like moving house.

"If anything is lacking, then ask Johan to take you," Harris came out of their child's room to help Sari with some bags.

"Yes, this is it" replied Kira kalem.

"Come," Harris grabbed the bag Kira was carrying, looking as though she was impatient.

Kira sighed, without saying much Kira followed Harris to the car that Johan had prepared.

"Are you okay? You're pale?" Kira saw the uncharacteristic Harris. " Are you sure you want to drive yourself?,"

"You don't believe me?" Harris, who was about to get into the car, stopped. Looking at Kira who seemed to doubt him.

"No, you look like a sick person" Kira said casually. He was only worried about her, not in disbelief.

Kira gets into the car that will take her to her father's house. Harris drove the car carefully, the heavy rain made visibility limited.

"Have you told your family if we wanted to go there?" asked Harris, breaking the silence.

"Not yet, why?" Kira narrowed her eyes, followed by her interlocking brows.

"It's okay. Just ask," Harris refocused on driving. Harris was anxious, nervous and anxious. This was the first time he had visited his father-in-law. How will they react later?

What, Ris? You're already his daughter-in-law, not proposing. Not nervous.(Author)

"You want to be welcomed like an artist or a king?" Guess Kira but she was just kidding.

"Who said?,"

"I."

"You think I'm like that? Happy in puja? I'm so sorry, I'm not like that" Harris sneered.

Kira shrugged, as Harris turned irritated. If it continues then there will be a commotion, and it is raining. Kira does not want to, Harris loses focus just because arguing trivial things, and gets them in trouble.

Harris stopped his car, right in front of Dad's house. The front door was tightly shut, as they did not seem to know if the child and his son-in-law would be staying at their home.

Kira picked up the umbrella she had been providing since. However, Harris suddenly grabs Kira's wrist, leading Kira to open the car door. Instantly Kira turned around, astonished, seeing Harris pale.

"You why?" asked Kira as she felt Harris' hands sweaty and cold. It is impossible for cold rain water to penetrate the car. "You sick?,"

"How do I look?" Harris's face looked pale and tense, like he was about to vomit.

"Geez," Kira almost fainted when she saw Harris pale, she thought Harris was sick. Turns out....

"Hey, Em, look, this is just a visit to your in-laws' house, not a job interview or meeting a million-dollar client. Okay fine! It's just my parents! Do they look scary to you?" Kira clasped Harris's hand, which was still shaking.

"Yes but-,"

"What are you afraid of?," asked Kira softly.

"I'm just nervous, it's my first time, so-" Harris said. He himself was confused, why could he be this big?.

"Often, my parents won't trouble you, believe me!,"

Seeing Harris like this is rare. He was already like a man with an acute self-confidence problem. In Kira's eyes, Harris was always perfect as always. So, there's nothing to worry about.

"Come on," Kira pulled a little Harris' hand, hinting to get down immediately. However, until Kira was halfway to the terrace, Harris was still glued behind the wheel with a tense face. Looking at this house is like going into the execution room.

Kira shook her head, and sighed. Harris wasn't like him. Kira wanted to laugh, but she held it in. Not a good time to laugh at him right now. Kira returns to the car and pulls Harris out of the car.

"Come," Kira clasped Harris's hand once again. "I don't know what makes you think weird about my parents, but if you're nervous, just stay close to me, okay!,"

Harris nodded, squeezing Kira's hand until it rattled from her fingers. Kira smilingly looked at Harris under the umbrella that shaded them from the rain. Kira moved her head to the side, hinting to take a step immediately.

"Who was the one who was excited to go here?" Sindir Kira. In reply to the heartbreaking and resigned gaze of Harris.

"Assalamualaikum," Kira opened the unlocked door.

Hearing her Mama's voice, Jen who was sleeping on her Utin lap, immediately got up and ran to the front room.

"Mama," cried Jen. However, his attention was distracted at someone beside the back of his Mama.

"Papa," Jen ran towards Harris with her arms outstretched to the side. Ignoring her Mom who was ready to give her a hug. Harris catches Jen who goes straight into Harris' arms.

"Did Jen miss Papa?" Harris smiled, her pale face gradually disappearing, changing into a warm and cheerful face. Jen nodded spoiled, hugging Harris' neck. I was amazed by the increasingly familiar attitude of the two. Kira just shook her head, without being able to say anything.

"Gosh, Son. Why don't you tell me you want to come here, son," I was surprised to see Harris holding Jen. Close his mouth with both hands.

"Dad, your son-in-law is here, Dad," cried Mother herself. Just like the artist's arrival.

Kira turned to Harris, as if to say, "What did I say?,"

Harris just shrugged, he was already back to being the previous Harris.

"Good afternoon, everyone," said Harris stiffly. When Dad and Nina walked into the living room.

Mom and Dad looked at each other. Bizarrely.

"Dad, Mother, we'll stay here," Kira hurriedly melted the stiff atmosphere.

"Oh, of course, there are still empty rooms, you guys just wear them," Dad also looks nervous and happy. After all, his son-in-law was a respected person, so dad felt a little awkward. Like not knowing what to do.

"Let's sit down first, let me make you a drink," Mother was no less nervous. However, he was still able to overcome his nervousness. As for Nina, she was like looking at a fierce lecturer.

"You say hello to my father like you say hello to your clients" whispered Kira in Harris' ear, so Harris snickered.

This minimalist house has been increasingly crowded since the arrival of Harris. Jen is reluctant to be away from her Papa who is playing games with her two brothers. Harris was troubled by Jen in front of him, so many times he lost the game. Excel and Jeje were upset that Harris was playful and purposely relented.

"Where the hell, Pa. That time can't it?," Jeje scowled.

Harris smiled meaningfully when he heard Jeje calling him Papa. Harris was so happy. These kids are so sweet and adorable. Sok selling expensive, even though he likes, like his mother. Oops.

"Jen, it looks like Papa has to unleash all of Papa's abilities. Please give Jen some encouragement, Okay!,"

"Okay, Pa. Papa has to beat Jeje. Pa's spirit, "Jen clenched his hand in front of Harris, and turned on Harris' left side.

"I'm not going to lose, Jen." Jeje Cibir

"Okay, Papa won't budge either,"

Furthermore, only the boisterous sound from the front of the television enlivened this house. The sound of rain that has not stopped.

"Sir, can I not be envious?" Nina dudu at the dinner table, resting her chin with both hands. His eyes were in repeated blinks.

"Eat him hunting for candidates," Mother chirped from behind Nina.

"The rich Mr. Harris, ma'am. Just one,"

"That's limited, Na," replied Kira of origin. Harris is limited edition because there is only one in the whole world. The only thing that can make Kira feel love again.

"Huft, I'll bite my fingers, I have no real chatter, one makes me in prison, the new one wants to be pursued, has run away," said Nina. "Fate, fate,"

"Who's in pursuit of that?" asked Kira inquiring.

Nina closed her mouth. He's speechless.

"Nothing, Sister Kira misheard the times," Kilah Nina with a face as red as a tomato.

"The ears are still normal, Nin,"

"Nothing, Ma'am," Nina ran into the room and locked the door.

Kira squealed softly. And continue packing up the former dinner.

"Ra, midway through this month, Bude wants to get Lilis married, are you coming back home?," Mother wiped her hands after washing the dishes.

"If coinciding with the school holidays, Kira joined Bu, kangen also the same Bude, Kira has long not returned home," Kira closed the leftovers in the hood of food.

Dad and Harris seemed to be getting closer, they were both engrossed in chatter, starting from A-Z, and occasionally they laughed. Men of different generations like understanding and complementing each other, there is no CEO of a large company, there is only a father and son-in-law. Harris was like fused here, leaving his height outside the house. Kira smiled watching the braid that began to straddle between the two.

The night was getting late, the rain outside still did not stop, but it was not as hard as before. Leave a gust of cool moist wind hit the window curtain that is still open.

"Jen's asleep?" Harris was sitting on the bed. In this room there is no sofa like in their room. The room here is just enough for a mattress, a closet and a small dressing table. Although not as spacious as their rooms, but here is quite comfortable.

"So from now on, he slept with Nina," replied Kira flatly.

"Here," Harris patted the pillow next to her.

"What's up?" Kira complied and lay down next to Harris.

"Nothing, just want to be close together,"

"There's just you here,"

"Bye,"

"Hem,"

"Here it feels like a family" Harris slumped, until now his position was on his back. His eyes were staring at the white ceiling.

"You always have family,"

"But it's different here,"

"You made it different,"

"Ck, man,"

"Why? Is something wrong?,"

"There," replied Harris fiercely. "You're not engrossed in confiding,"

"Well, I'm just sleeping,"

"Eh, no." Harris pulled Kira's wrist, which was about to turn back to her.

"What?,"

"Ra, can we continue like this?" Harris looked at Kira with hope.

Kira closed her lips, looking up at the ceiling instead of answering Harris. He wants and he can but doubts about Harris' feelings for him make it hard for Kira to answer. But Kira feels it is time for her to be honest, so that later, whether she or Harris, either together or apart, they can understand each other best for both of them.

"I think I can" answered Kira without looking at Harris.

"What kind of man do you like?" Harris put his lips on Kira's pajama-clad shoulder. Rubbing the tip of his nose there.

"Em, what is it?" Kira thought for a moment. "The responsible, loyal, and big-spirited,"

"That's too poetic and cliche," Harris distanced her nose, looking up at Kira's face from the side. "What about your ex-husband?,"

Kira sighed, but Kira felt it was okay to discuss this in front of her new husband. He already knows everything.

"He's fine, it's just that he's not assertive, and doesn't want to admit his mistakes. Yeah, okeelah. I was wrong, too, but he should be the one to fortify his family from temptation and destruction, not to drift away from temptation. Men should hold fast to the promise,"

"If I?,"

"You're grumpy,"

"Nothing else?,"

"I don't think so,"

"If Rian's appeal?,"

"Until now, you're better than Mas Rian, a little bit" Kira clenched her thumb and index finger, and that left a slight gap. Very little until the wind could not penetrate it.

Harris was grieving, meaning he and Rian were almost the same in Kira's eyes. "Don't call him Mas, from now on I'm your Mas,"

Kira was speechless, this was like an expression of feeling or she was claiming possession. Kira felt her heart wriggle, her beat starting to get abnormal, as Harris grabbed the base of her neck. A little rough, as if Kira's lips had made a mistake with her. But, this is not painful, just a slight spike in feelings.

In addition to the atmosphere of shahdu that supports, Kira so carried away the atmosphere. As if there was a song all over his body, it penetrated into his nerves and blood stream. That was the feeling that flowed within his body. And if Rian's appeal, this feeling was too swift to flow, washed away, Kira even had to hold on so as not to drift into the waterfall in this endless river.

However, the tempest within the two of them is out together with the fused breath. Share the same feelings, just hold back. Like a circle, they both look for ends, but can not find each other. Unless one of them stops, and turns around. Not an end but, a meeting point. The circle of life does not have an end, only when it comes to a point of purpose, we will meet. Meet at one point the same taste.

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