Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Too busy

Harris was restless in his chair, he did not expect his meeting this time would take this long. He repeatedly looked at his phone, since a while ago, Johan did not reply to his message. Maybe they were on the road, he thought.

Harris who began to unsettle made his business partners astonished and afraid. The colleague thought the presentation material, not in accordance with the wishes of the prospective investor.

Harris sighed, rising from his seat. Hinted to stop the presentation with a movement of his hand. Then he whispered to one of his staff who was attending the meeting. The staff nodded in understanding, then asked the business partner to continue his presentation again. Harris walked away from the meeting, hurriedly, without saying a word.

The business partner, already lost hope. He stared at Harris' departure with a blank look.

Harris rushed to take a shower and put on the suit he had prepared beforehand. Although it was just an ordinary dinner invitation but, Mr. Darmawan was the one who brought his Papa to be what it is now. Parents, teachers also mentor Vishnu Dirgantara. It would be unethical to arrive late, or make them wait long.

While on the way, Johan arranged for the rearview mirror in front of him, able to reach Kira freely. Although repeatedly having to sigh, because it feels tight. Or occasionally, patting his chest. Be ill. Again, words are easy to say, but hard to do. Wants to forget and let go but, he is in front of you every day. It's very difficult isn't it.

"Jo, why stop here?" Kira was in a daze when Johan stopped his car in front of the office.

"Say your husband, we're told to wait here" Johan took his phone to call Harris.

"We're ahead, sir." Johan reported by phone.

"I'm still finishing the meeting, wait a minute" Harris replied across the line

"Well, sir," replied Johan, who then turned off his phone.

"How's it?" Kira leaned forward, curious about what Harris said to Johan.

"Wait a minute he said," Johan put his phone back on.

"Who invited dinner, Jo?"

"He's one of Mr. Dirga's co-workers, already like a big brother to Mr. Dirga," Johan slightly turned his head. At least he had a reason to see that face in person.

"Oh," Kira raised an eyebrow with round lips, then she inched back again. Sit up straight in place.

Soon Harris version is like waiting for seeds to become a tree alias long ago. Kira was getting impatient sitting quietly in the car. Repeatedly she suppressed her husband's contact, but got no answer.

"Jo, I'll just suck it up, on the phone and not pick it up, either" Kira began to grumble, upset, tired, a little sleepy and hungry.

"If you ask me to wait, wait, have you forgotten?"

"But, Jo. Want to get to when? Until moss?"

"At least, just be patient" Johan was still engrossed in playing the game on his phone.

Kira gave a loud snort, without a second thought, she opened the car door and headed out towards the lobby. With wide strides and a sour face, he headed for the elevator, but still returned greetings from some Harris employees.

"Have you missed me, dear?" Kira is shocked to death when the elevator door opens and reveals the dashing figure of her husband.

Kira gulped, the figure wearing a suit that was similar to her, was standing with the biggest smile on her kissable lips, very charming. It felt like Kira plunged in there, hugged her tightly, but, her sane mind, was still running normally. This is an office, there are still a lot of people here.

"I should be the one who is fascinated by your appearance, not the one who sees me!" Harris took a few steps closer to his wife, and pinched Kira's nose.

"Well, it hurts, Yang," Kira rubbed her slightly flushed nose.

"Who dressed you up like this?" Harris scanned Kira's unusual appearance. His hand gently pulled Kira's hair slightly off track and put it together again with the others.

"Your ex-lover" answered Kira with emphasis in each tribe.

Harris screeched, "There's no way he'll touch you."

"This is the proof" Kira tilted her head, staring spoiledly at her husband. She was immediately greeted with a smile by Harris.

"You're so pretty, Mami must really like you," Harris pulled Kira's chin closer to her. "I can't stand to kiss you."

"Based on a dirty brain," Kira sneered at her husband, patting her husband's flat chest softly.

"And your little brain loves my dirty brain" Kira did not reply, she just held back a smile, maybe yes, Kira liked everything Harris had, including her brain filled with dirty thoughts. Harris stepped through the still bustling lobby with the employees passing by, with his hands tightly knitted around Kira's waist. No matter, with the gazes of his employees, maybe they think his boss is exposed to an acute bucin virus that is again trending right now.

Harris is a man who never breaks his words and Kira has to be careful.

"Road, Jo," Harris orders Johan to drive the car.

Without warning, Harris pounced on her seductive lips with a bright red lipstick wrapped next to her. Ignoring the protest from the fingers that banged on his chest. Sip, bite, sweep away those blushing lips. Forcing Johan to shift the rearview mirror in front of him so as not to see the stifling sight. They ended the heat when Johan stopped the car at a red light.

"You're crazy, Yang. Johan saw it just now," Kira whispered in her husband's ear, but Johan seemed to hear it.

"It's okay Madam, I've seen it a lot, even worse," Johan said without turning his attention to the streets.

"Shut up, Jo, or I'm gonna throw you out" Harris quipped, afraid that Johan would open his disgrace here.

"Tell Jo," Kira was curious about Johan's remark.

"If you dare to say a single word, your life is over, Jo" cried Harris, thundering through the room in the car.

Kira scowled as Johan pursed his lips tightly. Johan loved his life more, it turns out. As if he could not wait to quickly reach the residence of Lord Darmawan, and also avoid the murderous gazes of his Boss, Johan drove even faster than before. So that it is not until 20 minutes they arrive at a very large and luxurious mansion.

Kira opened her handbag to pick up a tissue and tidied up the lipstick that had been messed up by her husband, when Johan's car stopped in front of the gate opened by the housekeeper.

Harris laughed softly, "When have you been carrying such a thing in your bag?"

"Since then, Viona gave it to me" replied Kira sewot.

Harris' laughter grew wider, "Why is that angry? Are you mad because I forbid you to wear lipstick or are you mad because of Viona?"

"Both," Kira glanced sharply at her husband who still had not stopped the annoying grin.

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Impatiently waiting for his guest, a 60-year-old woman stood in front of the main door. In accompanied by a maid, he looked anxious because his guests did not come.

Until Harris's car stopped not far from where the woman was standing, he hurriedly greeted Harris.

"Unfortunately, Mommy. Mami misses out on you, baby," said the woman, Madame Darmawan, welcoming Harris, hugging, kissing Harris on the cheek and patting her softly.

"Mommy how are you? Mommy's healthy, right?" Harris smiled broadly at the oriental-faced woman.

"As you can see, my dear. Mommy is so healthy seeing you married. Mami was very happy," Mami pinched Harris' cheeks, as if Harris was her own son.

"Oh yes, Mi. Introduce this to my wife, Akira his name," Harris seemed to forget his wife who had only seen the familiarity of the two. Harris pulled Kira's hand to get closer to Madame Darmawan.

"Good night, madam, I'm Akira, his wife Mas Harris," Kira came forward to greet Mrs Darmawan.

"No, no, no," Madame Darmawan suddenly firmly, ignoring Kira's hand. Of course this makes Harris surprised, even with Kira.

" Just Mommy, Okay." Madame Darmawan has yet to lower the firmness on her face, "Call me, Mami, like her, understand."

Madame Darmawan smiled as she pulled Kira in her arms. A soothing hug is the same as his mother's hug.

"You're so pretty, honey. You are very good at matching your appearance, you must have your own stylist, right?," Madame Darmawan tilted Kira to the right and to the left, even turning it.

"No, Mommy. It was Mas Harris who chose it, and it was my friend who put it on me to be like this."

"When are you going to be here?" The heavy voice of a man made them all turn almost simultaneously to the source of the voice.

"Papi" cried Harris as he approached Mr. Darmawan. They hugged like a father and son who had not seen each other for a long time.

"How's Papi doing?" Harris took off his embrace, watching Mr. Darmawan closely.

"Bapi is better, after Papi's last treatment," replied Mr. Darmawan turning his attention to the woman on Harris's back left.

"Pi, meet me, this is my wife Kira," As if she knew who Mr. Darmawan was watching, Harris introduced Kira to her.

Kira stepped to Harris' side, reached out her hand and was immediately greeted by Mr. Darmawan, "Dirga is indeed not wrong to choose a wife for you, Ris."

Harris smiled broadly in response to the praise of the man he considered to be his own father. "Luckily, I didn't run away when Papa forced her to marry him, Pi."

"Yes, lucky indeed, you didn't carry out that intention of yours, if you really ran away, you would regret it for life" Mr. Darmawan patted Harris on the shoulder.

"When are we standing here, Pi?" Madame Darmawan as if to reply to her husband who had reprimanded her when not immediately bring in her guests.

Mr. Darmawan laughed, "Sorry, sorry, come on, come on in, let's continue our conversation inside,"

"Come in, kid. You must be hungry" Madam Darmawan led Kira into the house, oh no, the mansion is even bigger than her father-in-law's house.

The dining table, which is as big as Mr. Dirga's, contains various dishes. Some maids were already standing on the right side of the dining table.

"Let's sit down" Mr. Darmawan invited Harris and Kira to sit down.

The maids soon serve their employers and guests, leaving Kira silent in her seat. Both eyes were busy watching the menu served by the maids. No rice, Kira's inner cry. Harris glanced at his wife who was a little disappointed because the staple food was not there. So that made Harris hold back a smile.

"The rich man is always gini, most spoons the same plate than the food," Inner Kira.

"Let's enjoy it, we don't know what your wife likes, but Mami thinks steak can still be accepted, yes," Mrs Darmawan looked at Harris and Kira alternately, a friendly smile was always etched on his lips.

Kira nodded and returned the smile of Madam Darmawan no less sweet. Although his heart was crying, without rice it was less nampol.

They start eating dinner that for Kira is like eating in a luxury hotel. He knew a little what to do, although occasionally he glanced at Harris who seemed to give an example of how to eat or what spoon to use. Harris didn't think until this far on the road, they were both too busy.

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