Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Ghost Vs In-laws

Harris wrapped his body in a white kimono towel, wrapped around the rope and connected it with the origin so that his sturdy chest was not perfectly covered.

Harris set himself in the mirror, clad in a dark blue shirt and trousers, his short hair let out a bit of a mess.

Harris grabbed his phone, and a black wallet was placed in his right back pocket. With a cold face hardened, Harris stepped out of the room, clattering his black loafers swinging down the stairs.

At the front door, he passed Doni who was about to enter the house.

"Where are you going, Mister?," Doni was a little wary of the appearance of his dapper boss.

"I go out for a while, take care of the house properly," Harris ordered, his gaze sharpened, thus making Doni fully alert. He assumes his ruthless boss is back in his dark world.

"I'll control you, Gentlemen-."

"No, no," Cut Harris out quick. He stepped into the car that was still parked in the same place, the last time he left.

Harris drove, split the night streets. Street lights ran after him. Harris' gaze did not slack at all, stiff, expressionless. But clearly, behind that black eye bead, he had as much anxiety.

Harris stopped in the courtyard of the house that looked silent. The lights on the terrace of the house have dimmed, maybe the occupants are asleep.

Harris stepped up straight, as if no one could defeat him. As if he was capable of challenging the world, but who would have thought, he was a man who was fragile in heart.

Looking at the quiet atmosphere of the house, Harris hesitated a little as his outstretched hand clashed against the light gray painted wooden door, so he paused his intention. He sighed, gathering the scattered guts at the base. Put it back together, into a big blob of nan.

The door slid, opened, after the third knock. The words of his wife's mother, made his smile perfect. With reverence, as his wife taught, he kissed the back of a woman's hand that might have been his mother's age.

"Son, it's late, is there a problem at home?," the shocked mother half-dead found her handsome ex standing before her.

"Nothing, Mom. Harris only misses Mom and Dad, "Harris replied with a sparkling face.

"Thank God, son. Come on, come on in then, I'll make coffee first yeah, black coffee with a little sugar, '" Mom led her old son into the house. "Have you had dinner, son?"

"Already Ma'am," replied Harris awkwardly. Her mother was very friendly and understanding, and she felt sorry if she accepted the offer of dinner, even though her stomach was hungry. Ah, his wife must have not eaten last night either.

"Sit down, let me call Dad," Mother let her daughter-in-law sit down, then went to the back of the house, as she called her husband in the room. But Dad was halfway to the living room, when he thought his wife would never come back.

"Well, there's Harris in front," Mom looked at Dad as if begging. "Don't be too hard on her, Dad."

Father sighed, although Kira was not his responsibility anymore, but if his son was hurt, which father would let that happen.

"Assalamualaikum, Dad," Harris got up when her father-in-law, appeared at the end of the room. Harris greeted his father-in-law who was looking at him intently.

"Wa alaikum salam, sit down. What are the nights here?" I try to speak as normally as possible, driving away the piles of emotions that are ready to slide against his ex.

"There's a little problem that we need to clear up, Dad!" Harris backed off and sat back down at his place. A place that clearly, she could look directly at her in-laws.

"Dad also has something I want to tell you," I don't care who he's dealing with. Even though the king's son, even though Father is no one, but, Father will put up a body, protect his children.

"If you have something you want to talk about, please let me tell you."

"You go first, I want to hear what's your problem."

Harris sighed, added a stock of courage, nurtured guts, he was already here, and could not retreat anymore. Let's just say, being confronted with, with? Harris was confused, in his life, there was nothing to fear, nothing to make him feel small, other than his father-in-law. In addition to his wife's family.

"Well, of course you've heard from Kira yourself, what's going on in our house" Harris paused, waiting for his wife's reaction. But he did not change his facial expression. Nor does it move a inch.

"I'm not a good man, Dad. I'm just a loser who loves your daughter, sincerely. Me, just a guy with a bad past, and will try to be the best for your daughter, Dad."

"You know why you're protecting Kira so much?" I stared hard at Harris. It was as if that gaze had slipped into Harris's mind.

Harris nodded, "Yes, Dad."

"I don't think you understand" Dad straightened up. Reaffirming attitude. "Kira is just a woman who follows her heart, she never thinks long, for her what she feels is more important than what she thinks. According to Dad, right now, you're repeating what Rian did to Kira. Although Kira refuses to say that you guys have a relationship, but, I'm sure, you have something you've been hiding from your wife,"

"Love alone is not enough, Rian used to say the same thing, but, what was the result? He hurt Kira,"

"Well, I would never hurt Kira. I'm not like Rian. I promised Dad I would protect and love Kira wholeheartedly. You can punish me for anything, if I hurt him, if I break my promise to you." Harris said fieryly.

Father looked at those two black eyes, there was no doubt there, there was only fear.

"Are you afraid Kira will leave you?,"

"Yes, Dad. I'm so scared,"

"What makes you love him?,"

"Because we were both wounded, we both failed in our previous lives. Like Dad said, Kira just followed his heart, and I just followed my brain. With Kira, I feel complete,"

"That's too far-fetched,"

"No, Dad. That's how I feel about Kira."

"Dad won't let Kira get hurt again,"

"Well, Harris please, give Harris a chance to prove Harris' point."

Harris stood up as I woke up. "Well, Harris please, don't take Kira."

Harris half ran to his father-in-law. Blocking that old body, with his strapping body. Waving a pitying gaze, full of pleas.

"Well, Harris can't live without Kira, without Dad's daughter, she's Harris' happiness, Dad."

Harris slumped, resting at his father-in-law's feet.

Mother and Nina who stole glances from behind the wall, glanced at each other, with teary eyes, feeling pity for Harris, the tall man slumped at the feet of the old man. The man who made his daughter, the strong woman. The coffee that was supposed to be served to his mant, still in his hand, was no longer smoking. Chilly.

"Stand up, don't be like this,"

"Harris won't stand before Dad, let Kira stay with me,"

"Is Kira with Dad right now? Isn't she at your house now? I didn't say I'd take it from you, I just didn't want to see Kira get hurt."

Harris froze, too scared to lose his wife to think clearly. Slowly Harris stood up, after wiping the clear drops on his eye patch.

"Dad only wants Kira to be happy, if Kira is happy with you, Dad will be the worst man to keep you apart."

"But why are you standing?"

"Dad will call Mom, the time of the ex comes not made coffee," replied Dad casually.

Harris gawked, his eyes following his father-in-law who was casually stepping towards the kitchen. Upset, ashamed, feeling at play.

Harris scooped his face violently, if not his in-laws, would have been sprayed. What are the hobbies of people here, making people jumpalitan? thought Harris. He threw his body rough on the sofa, biting his lips in anger. His hands clenched hard, punching the sofa cushion.

"Sorry, Son. Wait a long time, let's drink the coffee," Mother thrust a cup filled with black water, with smoke billowing. With a forced smile, Harris sipped the still hot coffee. Makes his tongue burn. However, he had to endure it. He did not want to be embarrassed a second time, because spitting coffee made by his mother-in-law.

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