Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

You cried?

Late in the evening, the house came back to life with four children chattering cheerfully. Kira looked at the four children, from the end of the stairs. Funny, every once in a while, Jen teases her sister who plays her video game.

Kira's job afterwards is to wait for Viona to have dinner. With hatred coming to a head, Viona began to stare at her dinner menu full of probing.

"I'm not a good person, but I still have a conscience not to hurt Vi's innocent life. Moreover, your weak body, is not something I should worry about right now," Kira said as Viona still nailed her gaze to the new glass of milk Kira had fed her.

Viona growled. "Be quiet, you're making me nauseous. You better go, or I'll throw all this food away."

"Okay, I won't make your appetite upset." Kira passes by, letting Viona finish her own meal.

Kira steps into the living room, though she tries to be patient, but who is not upset when your good intentions are suspected. Just as Kira was about to land her body on the sofa, the sound of Harris's car was heard entering the courtyard.

Kira opened the door wide, welcoming her husband home from work. The sleeveless dress she was wearing waved in the wind.

"Night, dear," Harris half ran over to his wife who was standing a step ahead of the door.

"You're home early today?" Kira thrusts her cheek, as Harris approaches.

"Well, as soon as the meeting's over, I'll be home soon. I've missed you" whispered Harris in Kira's ear. Kira smiled briefly. They stepped into the house where a little witch was waiting for him.

Ignoring his tiredness, Harris greeted the four boys. Harris took off his suit, before joining them. Accompany the children to play, even before sipping a drop of water. Laughing, joking, tickling each other, and rolling over, thus making Harris's shirt tangle.

Seeing this, Kira is happy, her three children get a new Papa who is a million times better than her own Papa. Gets attention like a real Papa. And, Kira was willing to trade her whole life for serving the man who gave her and her children, everything.

What the hell are you?" asked Harris as they climbed the stairs to his room. Meanwhile, the kids are having dinner.

"Hem?" Kira turned to look at Harris who was also looking at her. I can't hide anything from her, Kira thought.

"Is there anything that bothered your mind?" Harris pulled his wife closer as she reached the end of the stairs. Circled his sturdy hands around Kira's waist, without stopping their steps.

Kira bit her lip, "How do you know I'm thinking about something?."

Harris stopped his steps, facing Kira who was staring at him as well. Placing his hand on Kira's shoulder that immediately slid down because Harris put a little pressure on his hand.

"You're the easiest person to guess, simple and unfortunately stubborn. It's all in your eyes, no need to say it. And worse, I really like everything that sticks to you, crazy right?" Harris stared at the dark brown bead in turn, looking at the amount of love that woman had for her. Eyes that glowed as they sat. Even with a red clove that began to float on the surface of his cheeks. Lips that incline aside, giving birth to perfect fractures that are full of sincerity.

"Am I like that?."

"Yes, you have to be like that, forever. Because I like you like this," Harris pulled Kira's chin, sipping the lower lip that was always bitten by the owner.

"Gombal," Kira sneered, glancing at her husband who was looking at her full of praise.

"Okay, I'm bragging, you're so annoying," Upset, Harris pulls Kira's arm, who smiles triumphantly.

"It hurts, Yang."

Harris stopped and let go of the check.

"I'm sorry correctly" Harris said with a threatening grin.

"Yes, but not here, what if the children look?," Kira grabbed Harris' arm and led him into the room.

Harris closed the door impatiently, "So?"

"What?"

"What's bothering you?"

"Dad knows if Viona's in this house, Jen's the story," Kira rubbed the chest of the field still wrapped in a shirt. Trying to speak in a soft voice, so that her husband does not feel guilty. After all, Kira was also the one who made Viona stay here.

"Are you angry?" asked Harris. Looked at once, Harris was worried. It is not without reason that his father-in-law is angry, because his daughter once failed in her life, and surely they know, how her daughter fought her way out of the dark valley of betrayal. If he fails again, it will leave a very painful trauma. Digging for revenge was deeper and grim.

Harris pulled Kira into his arms, and made her body a pedestal. The bed creaks, when a heavy load falls without cueing.

"Darling, I'm sorry," Harris rubbed Kira's cheek gently, Harris's eyes poring over that sad face up close. "I made Dad and Mom worried, I can't throw out my past, like you. I'm messing things up."

"Hey, don't be like that, I told you Dad, he's not your son. If he did, he would be my son too, just as you accept my children unconditionally."

"But, I'm afraid, I don't want to understand, Yang. What if Dad takes you back? I'm going crazy!" Harris dropped his head on Kira's chest, wrapped his hands tightly around her waist.

"You think I don't?"

"I'll be the craziest Yang, you took my whole life, so how can I live if you leave?," Harris rubbed his nose between Kira's shoulders and the base of her neck. "I think I chose to die."

Harris closed his eyes, without taking off his embrace. The terrifying shadow as Kira stepped away from her, leaving her, made her heart break. Harris shook his head, until the corner of his eyes watered.

"Who, hey, are you crying?" Kira pushed away Harris's head, which was like glue on Kira's shoulder. It's hard to take it off.

"Darling, look, you're overreacting, if Dad took me, I'm certainly not here right now, and am I that good, that you cry like this?"

Harris grew sobbing, not since when his heart became melow like this.  The steel-hearted Harris, now a house cat because of a woman. Right said Papa, now, I can't even part for a second. Just imagine, I can't, inner Harris.

Kira smelled a smile, but her tears also scattered. Would it all be the same if he had never been hurt? What would be this great feeling to a man who loved him, if he had never felt pain from love? Will it be as hurt when his most precious possession will be taken away as his? If they had met early, were there shadows capable of penetrating the heart of steel, to this pain?

"Darling, come on," Kira untied her waist, kissed the tear-soaked cheeks, "Thank you for loving me so deeply. And, I assure you, I will not leave you. Even if you forbid me, I choose to die with you."

"Sorry Yang, sorry, sorry, sorry," Harris cried again, even louder.

"Hey, come on, you're not wrong" Kira cupped her husband's sturdy hard jaw. Just focus on him.

"Why are you being a crybaby anyway? Does love make you weak?."

"Yes, you're my weakness, but you're my strength, too" Harris wiped away her tears. "You are everything to me, Yang. So, I hope, you stay with me, don't think about leaving. If you go kill me first, "It's obvious that he's very afraid of losing. And, Harris was traumatized by the loss. His mother, the source of his happiness, left. And if Kira leaves, she has no intention of living anymore.

"You're overdoing it, if I go, take care of the kids for me" Kira chirped.

"You didn't bring them?"

"No, because other than dying, I won't leave you, '" Kira patted her husband's shoulder. Yeah, right, Kira didn't intend to give up on Harris, as bad as she was. Viona, her past. And Kira hears for herself, in front of Viona, Harris says that Viona is meaningless. He is the one who has all his heart. Do you still have to doubt your husband? No. gabe.

"Get up, it's night, '" Kira looked away after exploring her husband's face.

"Yes, I guess, I can go to Dad after this. You always made me strong. Thank you, honey," Harris kissed his wife's lips, softly.

Kira put her hands around her husband's neck. Replying to an increasingly demanding kiss, forgetting all the affairs of the world. I don't know who started it, but all feelings need an impingement. Even with an overflow of emotions that drain all the existing flavors. Both dissolve in the cradle, which gives birth to a sigh of pleasure both. But, a knock on the door, made them open their eyes wide.

"Ma, Mama," Jen's voice rang out from behind the door.

"Which, stop," Kira tried to stop her husband who was still finishing his business. But, apparently, it failed.

"But, Yang, this-,"

"Jen won't stop calling until I get out."

"In a minute, Yang,"

"You're nuts. Stop now!" Fizz Kira.

Harris lethargicly released his grip on Kira's arm. Look at the woman who re-wears her clothes. With the worst move, Harris stepped into the bathroom, lamenting his fate. His misfortune.

"Catsau, J. It's not your turn."

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