Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

How's it feel?

Watching the interaction between Mom and Viona, Kira scratches her head. How could she hate me, and with Mom she is so friendly and intimate? Think Kira.

Today, Father, Mother and Nina, deliberately visited the residence of her daughter-in-law. To make sure what Harris said last night, it's true. Right, looking at the condition of the woman, they felt truzzy. According to them, Viona is more worthy to be called suffering from intestinal worms than pregnant. Should be, the body of a two-bodied woman, more contained. Not skinny like a bone wrapped in skin.

"We selfie again yuk, later I will show the Mothers complex, if I meet you, Vi," Mother continues to persuade Viona to serve her will.

"Does anyone remember me, ma'am? I haven't been on tv for a long time."

"There is, the ftv you star in is still often aired," Mother patted the small arm slowly, as if afraid of breaking.

"What time is Mom? Though I often get the role of evil you know, he said, I do not pantes if play a good role," Viona laughed, my usual eyes were shining. It was as if there was life born there. Nothing is happier than his hard work. Even though it doesn't matter anymore.

"Yes, really. Yesterday, just in time to come here, there are many mothers who are shopping in Mamang greens. Keep on fitting Mom's through, on nanya, where are you going? I said I'd see Viona. Directly on the scene. Yeah, don't believe me. Mom can meet the artist. But with this photo, they can't speak anymore" said Mother at length, along with laughter, typical Mother-Mother complex.

"Later to play at Mom's house, we have a meet and greet, Vi." Mom's still ticking Viona.

Slowly the smile on Viona's face loosened, gradually disappearing, turning moody. Recalling the fan meeting, made him reminisce about his peak times. Where he is in puja, in the flatland, with the camera spotlight pointing at him. But now, no one wanted to extend his hand, or simply greet him. Friends, co-workers, even his assistants, left him.

"Eh, did you misspoke, son?" Mother spoke as if Viona was her daughter. Moreover, upon seeing the change in Viona's face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Sorry."

A clear liquid floated in Viona's eyes, some of which were already at the edge of the corner of the eye, ready to slide. Viona shook her head, her hand reaching for Mother's hand which was holding her arm.

"Cry, Son. Cry, if it makes you feel relieved. Crying doesn't make you look weak. You know, according to Mom, you're a strong woman," Mom rubbed Viona's distended belly.

Viona hit the body of Mother who was getting closer to her. Hugged her tightly, crying on her shoulder. Yeah, she needs a friend, needs a place to cry, needs a shoulder to lean on. When everyone was hostile, but there was someone who cared about him, understanding his heart. It made him feel overwhelmed.

Mother rubbed the back of the head up to Viona's back. Mom kisses Viona's shoulder-length hair every now and then. They're fellow women, they know exactly what they want. Women just want to be heard and noticed, especially, when all the burdens are piled on him.

"You believe she's your mother, Ra?" I've been standing next to Kira, I don't know how long you've been there.

"I'm not sure she's the same woman that ignored me yesterday, Dad," Kira replied without distracting her from the two women hugging on the sofa.

"Mom can even act better than a veteran artist, Ra."

"That's a woman's instinct, well not an act. Mother did what women should do when their neighbors suffered," Kira sat down, looking at her two hands clinging to the stairs.

"He suffered so much, because of the great pressure he received."

"Yes, and he has no one to share with. Everyone left him, only we were left," Kira turned to her father who was leaning on the staircase.

Father returned the gaze of his son, who seemed to ask for an explanation. "What?"

"So?"

"What's? Is there anything less clear?" Dad frowned.

"Does Dad still doubt us?"

"Yes a little, before there is any evidence that Viona is just your husband's past, I will still doubt you" replied the poetical Father. I don't want to tell his daughter about last night. It's embarrassing, even if it deserves credit. I'm thinking of keeping it as a secret between men.

Huh, it's getting harder, Kira thought. If his father's overdoing it, it's going to be hard for Harris. Again, all because of trauma. Time is not the cure, but we heal ourselves. Convince Dad, restore trust that was once wrapped in doubt.

"Why are they, Mommy?" Nina appeared from Dad's left.

"You're late, Nin," Dad passed by leaving them both, heading for his grandchildren's room.

"Mom's got another child, Nin. Be prepared to be replaced,"

Nina sneered, "Well I have her rich brother."

Kira shrugged her shoulders. I don't want to force others to agree with him. Let time prove whether or not someone deserves a place in our hearts.

Kira's arrival ended the moment of two women who had only known each other for a few hours. Viona moved her body away from Mom quickly. It was as if the thief had been caught by the owner of the house. The two fragile hands wiped away the tears that still bathed his face.

"Have you eaten?" Kira asked Viona who immediately got a sharp spotlight from her mother.

"What am I? Why are you so fierce with me?" muttered Kira inwardly.

Viona shook her head, "I'll eat in a minute."

Kira gawked, Viona said softly to him. Does the sun rise from the west? Think Kira.

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At around 5pm, Harris's car entered the courtyard, but only Johan got out of the car. He held a large bag, on the left and right of his hand, so he took care to open the front door.

"Where's harris, Jo? How come you're alone?" Kira who rushed to the door, when she heard the sound of her husband's car entering the yard, was disappointed to not find her husband coming home.

"Your husband still has a meeting, this," Johan handed the bags into Kira's hands. "Prepare, you are invited to the house of one of Mr. Dirga's associates. As an apology, for not attending your invitation yesterday."

"Now?"

"Next year," Johan wrote. "Yes now."

"Wouldn't make it, Jo. Another PMS? Really bad!" Grouse Kira.

Inner Kira continued to mutter, alluding to her husband who did not tell her first. However, he hurried to prepare. Kira wears a maroon A line dress, with arms up to the elbows, and shoes that are not too high. Her husband knew very well what made her comfortable.

Kira walks down the stairs, and happens to cross paths with Viona.

"Don't embarrass your husband, though" Viona examines Kira's real pretty appearance, only that she needs extra makeup.

"What do you mean?" Kira harrumphed. Wanting to feel, Kira slapped the sharp mouth with the handbag she was carrying.

"Follow me," Viona turned towards her room. Though upset, Kira follows Viona to her room.

"Sit down, I'll apply some makeup on your face" Viona pointed to the chair in front of her dressing table with her chin.

"You sure? You didn't mean to make me a clown, did you?" Kira still looked suspiciously. He would not believe in snakes. And he's not the one who easily prejudices a real person who once got him in trouble.

Viona sighed, "I would really do it if you didn't obey me."

"No need, then," Kira was about to pass from there, but, Viona's cry unbuffled her intentions.

"Can't you appreciate someone's good intentions?"

Kira turned around, carrying a vexed look, "You think you haven't suspected me all the time? How does it feel, if your good intentions are not appreciated at all? Sick right?"

Viona freezes for a moment, but she has no time to admit that Kira's words, right. He won't admit, he's wrong. Viona pulled Kira's hand, and sat her down on the chair.

"You can blame me another time, now you better shut up and say."

Viona put apron make up on Kira's chest and began polishing Kira's plain face with her various makeup tools. Patting, shading, and expanding, pulling Kira's chin to the left sometimes to the right, as if looking for a certain angle to judge the results of his work. Until the taste of the results according to her wishes, Viona ended her hand dance on Kira's face. Lastly she rolled up a little bit of Kira's hair to make it look curly hanging. And perfect.

"Open your eyes, I reduce a bit of the evil aura on your face" he ordered tightly.

Slowly Kira opened her eyes, and rightly, she was like everyone else in the mirror. Or like him when he was 20 years old. Fresh and excited.

"Thank you Vi" Kira got up, commenting on Viona's sincere smile. Yang was repaid with a slightly mocking look.

"I'm leaving first, you're fine at home. Don't forget to eat," Kira steps out of Viona's room. Smile until it reaches the front door.

Johan raised his chin when he heard the footsteps of the shoes clashing against the floor. Distracting his attention from the device in his hand. His eyes were perfectly patterned, pecking, his lips even opened involuntarily, upon seeing who was heading towards him.

"Come on Jo," Kira shook Johan's arm. Bringing Johan back on earth.

"Well, A-ayo," Johan stuttered, repeatedly gulping down his arid throat.

Johan opens the car door for his mistress, but,

"Wait, you forgot something," Viona stepped hurriedly over to them, and handed the small object into Kira's hand. "You're gonna need it, later."

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