Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss
Greedy woman
Viona was stunned, all the food that went into her stomach churned, her stomach felt in a stir. The mixture of resentment, anger and helplessness, made him want to vomit. It was as if this food was a foreign object in his body. Yeah, it's been a long time for Viona to touch the rice. This carbohydrate and calorie-laden meal, his biggest enemy.
As strong as energy, he stuffed rice along with side dishes and vegetables provided by the hospital. According to the doctor, Viona is experiencing nutritional deficiencies, both for herself and the fetus in her womb. In fact, it was not that she did not want to eat, she wanted to, and she wanted, despite the presence of the fetus, not to be expected, but she did not want to torture him. Viona is reluctant to eat because after eating she will bring back all the food she swallowed. In fact, even though he was not after eating, thinking about his messy condition, made him nauseous.
The nurse that Kira and Harris assigned to look after Viona feels compassion. The woman she knew as the queen in this role art world, was very concerning. He patiently helped Viona eat. Her tears incessantly flooded the smooth cheeks of this woman's tyranny.
"Drink, Miss?," The nurse thrust a glass with a bent straw towards Viona, when in her taste, Viona had trouble swallowing. As if this food was chaff.
Viona nodded, snatching the straw impatiently. Ah, where is that graceful and classy behavior? Where is the trail of the personality class he once attended? She's just a woman who is, of concern.
His heart continued to murmur, humming the oath. That, he'll take what belongs to him. Save him from the woman who would hurt him. Must, he must be saved, from the black swan.
Viona handed the glass to the nurse, she already felt good. Although still pale and trembling all over the body, but the pain in his stomach, already lessened, barely felt anymore. Perhaps, he already felt full, the nutrients he had needed all this time, had been fulfilled. He moved gently in the warm contest. Relaxing, Viona closed her eyes. Enjoying the grace given to her, indeed all women will feel. But for Viona, in her downfall, she must maintain a life, in a life that may not necessarily survive.
"Suster, can't you prevent nausea? Or maybe drugs?," asked Viona softly. Her lips twitched, indicating she was still weak.
"She, Miss. But, in your case, you should try to eat. Change your mind about eating. Especially when you have to divide your food with the fetus, you have to eat 2 times more, Miss. You are very good today, if you want to vomit, do not hold it, just take it out. Holding back will only make you more sick and depressed. Make peace with yourself, Miss. Think about how the new life you're going to dedicate to your husband is, "The nurse is encouraging Viona, and that's her job. This woman is just unconscious, the person she hates the most, is the person she cares about the most, someday, at least. Who knows?. Our feelings are now and a few seconds later.
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"Tomorrow it's like our house is going to be full of awards, Yang," Harris was holding onto his laptop. He was lying on the bed.
Kira frowned, "What award?."
"Oscar, for the best antagonist," Harris replied as she leaned her face toward Kira who was massaging her shoulders.
"For whom?."
"For you" replied Harris. He moved his laptop to the side, before putting Kira in his lap. Sitting face to face like this, made them, more intimate.
Kira put one of her hands on her husband's shoulders. And, next to that, playing short black hair, the new one in the trim. The position that makes Kira's heart beat.
"I just want you to appreciate me, even if 10 Oscars were given to me, I refused" Again, Kira touched the temple and painted her husband's ear. Both beads of his eyes, following where his hands were painting, as a smile flashed thinly on his lips.
"Why?," Harris wondered. Doesn't he know what Oscar is?, Harris thought
Kira snorted bitterly, that's not what she wanted. She wanted her husband to be seduced, and let her indulge, stroking the beautiful curves of her husband's. Instantly, his hand stopped.
"Because I'm not an actress, Yang. That time should ask, "Kira's lips are too sweet. The rain of kisses landed safely on that chewy, tempting land. Besides being shy, he likes his manyun wife. Harris laughed happily, his wife's reaction was exactly what she expected. Pulling her body closer into her arms.
"Who, aren't you afraid of Viona being shocked and sick again?," Harris loosened his embrace. Now, he's leaning over his wife's heartbeat.
"No, said Doctor Vivian, Viona's more stable, she's stressed, Yang. Lack of sleep and lack of eating. So, once she had a good night's sleep and had eaten, she must now feel better," Kira rubbed the back of her husband's head up to her back.
"Are you sure he'll recover soon?" Harris closed his eyes. It was no longer the heartbeat he felt, but, sweet fruit, as sweet as chocolate now roamed his entire sense space.
"Well, I guess, if it wasn't for the happiness drive, sometimes hatred could be someone's passion to rise up. Ah," Harris flipped the position, she was afraid Kira would feel heavy, supporting her own body and her body. Put Kira on the back of the bed with a pillow supporting her back. Then, as Harris lay on his side, staring at the suddenly blushing face, Harris still wanted to hear what was inside his wife's brain.
"But you used to like it, didn't you?" Kira patted quietly and repeatedly Harris's temple, like a Harris bobble.
Harris was lethargic, and unfortunately he was. He likes it even to dark eyes. Sweet as poison, seeps slowly, sniffs the cornea, and closes it. Blind. Lost direction and stupid. Harris was embarrassed, which is why he felt unworthy to be with Kira. He was the most inferior man when he was with Kira, even he was no better than Rian. The only difference is, Harris is loyal to one woman, he does not play around with temptation. And only Viona made Harris, bowed her knees, gave up.
"And I think you should do it one more time. But, this time just for the sake of innocent lives. Not because you love him. Remember always, in a big write-up with a red marker, given a bottom line, that-," Kira emphasized the word that, while her index finger twirled around her husband's chest as if carving a promise," Only I can love you, and you're only mine" Kira stamped the nose of a mountain slope. Sloping and steep. Kira growled, as if giving a sign, a sign of property, a patent, can not be challenged by a third party. Although he was the third party, actually.
"You're a very greedy woman, who taught you like this, ha?," Harris pretended to be angry.
"Melisa and Mas Rian," replied Kira lightly. "I used to take off easily, but not anymore. Although I'm the Melissa, but I don't care."
"A greedy woman," Harris smiled before anchoring yet another beautiful silhouette, boasting a smile. Satisfied, very satisfied. Loved as selfish as this, making himself drunk. Love drunk. Until it wants to spill its taste. She's a crazy woman now. Sometimes Harris shuddered in horror at the thought of the monster behind her sad face.
"You don't like women like me, do you? You like soft women like Viona, don't you? Look, bro, what you don't like is gonna stick in your life, forever. So get used to it, Bro," Kira punched Harris's chest slowly.
"Well, what can I do, that's a punishment for me. I'm really unlucky" Harris shrugged his shoulder. They are very strange, and paradoxical.
"So, Mr Unlucky, would you accept a bit of luck from me?" Again, they're getting better.
"With my plesure, My lucky lady," Harris turned her partly bent fingers, as if to dance a royal fairy tale.
Next, everything in your shadow, is what happens, imagine two people who love each other. Bathed in the sweat of love, sharing the luck as thrown by the Lady.
The roar of breath is still chasing to enter and exit the chest cavity, as a sign of ending, for profit, the afternoon before tonight. Kira immediately got up, even though she was lazy to wake up. Refreshingly, his body felt sultry.
When he opened the room door, it was visible in his eyes, Johan was leaning against the wall.
"You both have the heart to torture me, please, Miss lucky, my eardrum is already full of your singing," Johan looked at Kira with puppy eyes, made as blankets and as pathetic as possible, however, because of his large body, and his fierce face, Johan's behavior even looks like a fish.
"Uh, pity," Kira scrunched her face. Covering a red hue on her cheek. Embarrassed. Kira scratched her cheek with the tip of her index nail. Smirks. Is the sound too loud?, he thought. Soon, Kira steps away from Johan.
"You really don't have a heart" Johan grumbled.
"Who told you to stand at the door?" Kira was upset, her own fault why she was blamed.
"Your husband, he said there's a lot of work to be done, but what? He was busy doing other tasks instead" Johan still grumbled, following Madam Boss, who came down and headed for the kitchen.
"Sorry Jo, we thought you weren't here yet. In a moment she must be awake," Kira sipped cold water from the refrigerator, straight from the bottle.
Johan screeched, "No way," Johan knew very well his boss, Maybe he should go back, and sleep. Waiting for his boss to wake up means he's been here all night. And Johan did not want to, hear the singing of low tones that make the ears like in the tickle of chicken feathers.
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