Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

I Love You, My Wife

Harris pulled Kira, facing the sun that stayed a little hanging on the horizon. The bias, blinding until Harris put back his sunglasses. Hugging Kira from behind, making the two's heart beat, as if beating in rhythm. Both pairs of hands stacked on Kira's stomach.

Kira leaned the back of her head on the chest of her husband's field that felt comfortable, so that made her eyes closed. Kira is still trying to master himself after the overflow of emotions that dominate him. Being at a height made him feel small and weak, like dust.

“How can I repay you?,” Kira still sobbed occasionally, pointing her face to the left, which was directly in contact with her husband's chin. Those framed eyes, were staring at the expanse of sky and sea that seemed to converge, only limited by a thread of horizon, stretched out before him.

“Stay with me until we grow old, love me even if I can no longer say your name,” Harris kisses those wet cheeks, exhales there.

“What if I can't? What if we had to split up before we got old?,” Kira glanced at Harris, she could not see any further, because of the dark black glass perched at the base of the bangir's nose.

“I don't think so, I just imagine we are together until the end of twilight,” Harris pointed to the sun that only stayed biased light. Kira's eye tail follows where the forefinger empties.

Kira seemed to remember something, which was somehow she could forget. His greed makes him forget what made him get to be with Harris. Slowly Kira opened a hug on her stomach, and turned around.

“Can I say something? I guess, I have to be honest with you now,” Kira is now dealing with Harris, researching the face that always makes her fall in love every day.

“You mustn't scare me!,” Harris returned his wife's gaze that turned serious. Even he took off his glasses, so that he could clearly see the change in the look of his wife's red face. Harris was afraid, afraid that Kira would say words that would make her weak.

Yes, Harris was afraid that Kira would say she would leave him. The woman who was already firmly rooted gripped her heart. I don't know, Harris hasn't even thought, if Kira left him, what would he do after that. Never before had he been this scared to lose a woman.

Kira linked her fingers, lifting the link on her chest.

“Do you know, why can I marry you?,” Kira stared at the two beads of Harris's eyes alternately. Kira is also scared, but she is more afraid if Harris finds out, marrying him for an exchange.

Harris blinked, taking his eyes off his wife's bead. “Do you intend to leave me?."

“Not so, you should know the reason I married you and decide, do I deserve to stay or do you leave?,” Kira is still staring at that black netra. Seeking your own answers.

Harris was silent, actually it didn't matter, to him. But, if you think again, it is better to be open to each other, so as not to misunderstand later.

“Oke, say,”

“I married you because of Nina. Because exchanging with Nina's freedom,”

Harris was about to answer, but,

"Sir, Madam, the two of you have been here too long, it's best to hurry up, if you want everything on schedule," Johan shouted towards his Boss. And that pissed Harris off. Who's the boss here? thought.

Both of them looked at the same time, surprised.

"You're just annoying me" Grumbled Harris. Johan's interruption made him forget what to say. So when he turned around, he just opened his mouth without even uttering a word.

"Ah," Harris sighed, annoyed with Johan. It really has to be in a rut, so as not to bother people, Harris thought. Harris pulled her short hair. Piqued.

"Don't say much more, come on, sir, everyone is waiting," Johan half ran over to Harris who was about to open his mouth again. Harris sighed, he would answer Kira later.

Unfortunately, Kira catches differently. He thought Harris was disappointed, making his eyes condense again. But, he immediately wiped it, and reviewed a smile, a bitter smile.

"Let's go down, it's almost dark," Harris grabbed Kira's wrist, to immediately descend into the building below.

Kira tried to cast away the shadow of Harris' expression just now. Trying to guess what he was really going to tell her. Even so, Kira felt it was not the right time to repeat his statement now. Moreover, Harris and Johan are engaged in a serious conversation, which forces Harris to ignore Kira. Harris's face turned sour, disappointed. Occasionally his tail was caught glancing at Kira, who also seemed to be holding back uneasily.

Harris escorted Kira to a room and left her alone. Kira bit her lip, while once again, she tried to digest Harris' expression.

"Miss, let's go in, please" One of the women smiled sweetly, welcoming Kira at the doorstep.

Kira's eye beads were spinning around this room, apparently it was a hotel. And, some of these people were, the same people as the one who had been grooming her when she married Harris.

"Please sit down, Miss," A woman pointed to a chair in front of a mirror with lights on around it. She is the same woman, hopefully she doesn't remember the annoying events of putting on Kira yesterday.

Although puzzled, Kira complied, letting these makeup experts, scrawl her face. Pulling, tying, rolling her hair. Spraying her hair as if there was a grain that would grow between the strands of her hair. Lastly, Kira had to take off her clothes leaving her underwear alone. With the help of the other two people in this room, Kira wore a pearl-white dress. This dress that covered her legs, accentuated Kira's sturdy shoulders, and was slightly fitting on the body, displaying Kira's beautiful curves.

"Sir, what is it?" Kira finally asked one of the people who helped her dress.

"Later, Miss will know for herself, just according to her," replied the Mama without stopping her hand that was still busy fixing Kira's appearance.

Kira gave a rude snort, but, she couldn't do anything. In Kira's mind, upon seeing this dress, was like a wedding reception dress. Does he want to marry again? Ah, nevermind. Just wasting energy.

After making up, Kira threw her body on the sofa, tired she stood still for a long time. Finally, she chose to call her children through Nina. Unfortunately, I did not get an answer. Unfortunately, the comfort of his children could not be obtained. The third babble, making heartburn, annoyed and agitated, evaporated, like air.

The door slammed open, Johan and some people asked Kira to follow him. Kira rose to her feet, driving away the havoc in her heart. Reviewing the smile as a bunch of red and white roses slid on his right palm. Kira understood a little with the existence of this bunch of flowers.

"You broke my heart, Madam," said Johan.

"Do I look like a clown, Jo?" Kira asked as she looked at Johan's sighting.

"Yes, right. It's just that you're not funny. Come on, your husband is waiting" replied Johan quickly. It was as if he was blasting his emotional flow from his path.

Kira chirps, "What's wrong with you?," Kira is still investigating, it looks like Johan took the wrong medication, Kira thought. Not the jolly Johan here, but the grumpy Johan.

Johan sighed, giving up, this was not the fault of this woman. It's wrong soul mate, wrong time and wrong caste.

"Come, madam, you better not waste any more time. The show has already begun," Johan again neutralizes his tone to a rigid and authoritative mode.

"It's too late" Kira sneered. And soon passed quickly from the presence of Johan who suddenly pecked. He really lost. It was time to wave at the woman who managed to shake her soul.

Arriving in front of a room, Kira, was led to a tightly closed door. There was no sound from within that was able to peer out. Silent, and silent. Until two men open the white and high door for her, allowing Kira to enter.

Kira stepped up, a few steps, and stopped, looking at the large number of people, seeing where she was. Made him peck, his heartbeat, became abnormal. His entire body trembled as all eyes were on him. Stiff.

However, the cue behind him, made him realize. Kira continued her steps, a little hasty, but she was careful, she still remembered not to fall, so as not to make her even more embarrassed.

Harris gave a smile, welcoming the woman who had been in later. He impatiently approached Kira who was only a quarter of the way to him.

"You're so smart to make a dramatic effect" whispered Harris as Kira's hand hooked Harris's arm.

Kira frowned," You mean?."

"Yes, you made everyone notice you, when you stopped at the door," Harris replied in a whisper.

"You're crazy, I was shocked, and almost died" Kira said. If there was no one, he would have hit Harris.

Harris smiled stifledly. He did not want to ruin the surprise for his wife. The surprise he had been struggling to prepare. Back off the schedule, and many more problems whose emotions rise and fall.

Now they are both under the spotlight and the center of everyone's attention. I don't know, Kira didn't really listen, because she was glued to her three children who were miraculously in the middle of the hall or what room this was. Large and majestic, the ceiling is high arched with super large and beautiful chandeliers.

Amazed is a word that Kira is able to say. Besides her who feels floating, among millions of flowers. Can't say anymore how happiness is in his heart. He deserves to be grateful, he deserves to love the man who is talking in front of him now. Looking at it, full of love.

Kira's ears were buzzing, blocking all sounds. There was only the voice of her husband, who loudly said that he loved very much, his wife.

"I love you, my wife," Harris suddenly looked like an angel. The light that was originally bright, turned dim. Making the mood more, sad. Harris grabbed Kira's fingers, and knelt before her.

"Will you spend the rest of your life with me?" Kira blinked. Although it had been repeatedly, but this, in front of everyone, and of course, without being asked twice Kira nodded surely. Can he say no?.

Harris smiled, and peeked at Kira's fingers. Even though he already knows the answer. With boisterous applause and tweets from below.

As if she was about to cry, she covered half of her face with one of her hands. He wanted to jump up high or throw himself into the man's arms. But unfortunately, he had to endure the rumbling of those feelings within his chest clack. At least in a minute.

The actual event, devoted to the annual events of WD offices and groups, however, this time should be ridden by the personal interests of the owner. Harris can't think of a good time, other than now. Remembering the recent events that kept him busy. Moreover, disruption for the sake of disruption back and forth, approaching both.

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