Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Not good to eat!

They ate in silence, only the clanking of spoons clashing with plates echoing throughout the room.

Until finally the dinner ended, Harris sipped a soft drink that was red, Kira followed what Harris did, but had not had time for the red liquid to touch Kira's lips, Harris hurriedly prevented. Kira turned her head towards Harris, as if asking, "Why can't you?"

Harris waved to one of the maids, "May I have some water or another drink?"

Just contact it makes Mr and Mrs Darmawan look at each other and laugh.

"Why Nak?" Ask Mr. Darmawan full of astonishment to Harris.

"He's never had a drink before" Harris replied with a hand holding the red cup in effect and slightly shaking it.

Mr and Mrs Darmawan, staring at Harris full of praise. Harris treated his wife like a diamond.

Kira is confused. I don't know what he missed when he saw the expressions of the three people in front of him. He noticed the way Harris sipped back the drink he often saw at a banquet like this, he knew what it was, but had never tasted it. Kira wet her lips with her saliva. Refraining from reaching for the liquid that seemed to be waving at him. However, Harris understood his wife's curiosity, so he held Kira's hand downstairs. Squeezing Kira's palm tightly, so Kira grimaced stifled.

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The four of them moved to the living room, continuing the delayed chat. This room is very spacious and relieved, the same as the middle room in his father-in-law's house. It's just that, here, it's filled with miniature shiny ships behind glass cabinets. Dozens, if Kira did not miss counting.

"You may take one if you wish, dear," Madame Darmawan touched Kira's cloth-clad arm, leaving a gentle tremor in Kira's skin.

"Ah, I was just admiring it, Mi," Kira was a little hesitant when she was caught taking an interest in the miniature of the ship, her hands putting aside the strands of hair that covered her temple.

Madam Darmawan looked at Kira gently, and lovingly. To make Kira wrong.

"You're a very lucky woman, son. The two women that Harris brought here, were women who had their own characteristics. And, you, are the most cherished and protected by it. Mommy knows your husband very well, son. He was very loyal despite being angry. From the giraffe, she's already at one with you," Lady Darmawan alternately looked at Kira and Harris across the room, conversing with Mr. Darmawan.

"Two Mi?" Kira repeated Mrs Darmawan's words.

"Yes, two," Madame Darmawan raised her slightly wrinkled finger to form the letter V.

"One you and one other lover before you. But, Mami believes, if Dirga chose, surely he has done a survey about your life. Mami had never seen a happy twinkle in Harris's eyes to this day," Madam Darmawan clasped Kira's fingers, assuring her that, everything Harris had in her past, would not change her love for Kira.

"May Mami be honest?" Madame Darmawan took Kira to the closet next to her. He shows a collection of photographs and other objects of artistic value.

Kira nodded.

"Dirga hates Viona because her family was destroyed by a public figure. His father prefers his lover who is as professional as Viona. Dirga and his mother were expelled without giving anything. Until Dirga met my husband, they were friends since High School, they both lived a hard life, all the menial work they did, to connect life and school. Working from zero to what it is now is still squeezing their own sweat," Kira mangosteen heard the words of Mrs Darmawan. Now, Kira understands why her father-in-law married Harris to her.

"Viona is actually a good woman, no matter what she was before, but if Mami's child is still alive, Mami will happily make her a ghost. Moreover, Harris already has you," Madame Darmawan smiled, but her eyes withered as if sorrow overshadowed her.

"Sorry, Mi. Mami's son is dead?" Kira understood the sadness of Mrs Darmawan, but, Kira was also curious since then, this house is too big to be occupied alone.

"Yes, Evan, our only child, he died of illness. He lived abroad more and had a few years to go home, Mami reckon, at that time he was liking a girl. But, Mami never managed to find the girl. Her secret was carried to her grave, "Mrs Darmawan wiped the clear feathers that bathed her father's face.

"Sorry, Mi. Kira should not have reminded Mami of Mami's son," Kira rubbed Madam Darmawan's hand, as a sign of a sincere apology. Kira is really sorry.

Mrs Daramawan stared at the photo of a man with a plontos head, looking pale and thin, breathing apparatus connected to his nose. However, he still carved a smile to reveal his dimples. She must have been very sweet when she was healthy, Kira thought.

"Mami still remembers, when this photo was taken, she said, let no one know that she died one day. He also said his dream was to marry a girl and have a daughter who looked like him, "Mrs Darmawan was more and more moved when he said that. Making Kira even more regretful, she could only gently rub the shoulder of the woman whose height only reached her shoulder, so Kira had to bow down to embrace her. Mrs Darmawan's story about the memory of her son, inevitably makes Kira also cry. He couldn't imagine if it all happened to him.

"Honey," Harris approached his wife in a hurry. Her face was tense, even though she knew what made her mother cry.

"Sorry, Mas. I didn't mean to remind Mami of her son."

"It's okay, son. Mami who wants to tell the story, Kira is not guilty of anything. Kira is also Mami's child now, so Mami thought, she should also know who the Mami family is," Madame Darmawan now smiled as she wiped the remains of tears on her cheeks. With Mr. Darmawan guided, Mrs Darmawan stepped towards the sofa.

Harris and Kira were still in place with Harris's hand on Kira's shoulder, both pairs of eyes following two old bodies that were embracing and strengthening each other.

"I hope we can be like that, when we get old," Harris squeezed Kira's shoulder and kissed her wife's temple. The two looked at each other for a moment, then carved a smile on both corners of their lips.

"Hopefully, Mas," Inner Kira. His hand rubbed Harris's fingers still on his shoulder.

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"What are you thinking, hem?" Harris stroked his wife's hair leaning against his chest. They were on their way back to their homes. Kira took a deep breath, instead of answering her husband.

"Don't think too far, Evan did ask for his death in secret he didn't want his loved ones to suffer. He said that he chose to be hated by the woman, because he was a weak man," Harris kissed Kira's forehead, without stopping his swab at the black mane.

"Know, dong. Although we are not very close, Mami always told me about him. Evan was leukemic, he was initially declared cured, but a few years later, he got it again, he died, finally" Harris explained briefly what happened to Evan.

"Great pity, so young. He must be very handsome, if he's alive." Said Kira unconsciously. Actually he was just judging, there was no meaning to anything.

"Micin's mouth is starting to screw up" Harris thought. Sebal, annoyed at praising the other man in front of him.

Without warning, Harris devoured the lips that began to reveal their true color. Pale pink with firm lip lines. Sip out until it feels throbbing pain. Kira pulls herself.

"You're crazy, Mas," Kira glared, her hand rubbing her salty lips.

"Don't praise the other man in front of me. Just me, and me. You can't look at another man. Understood!" Harris clutched both of Kira's hands with one. And the other hand, clasped the chin of Kira who was still looking at him with an annoyed look.

"He's dead, Mas. You're jealous of people I've never even seen, anyway?"

"Never seen it, you praise it, what if you've met?" Harris took off his grip. Instead, he pulled the woman back into his arms. Put his wife's arm around his waist.

"Looking at your reaction, I thought he was indeed very handsome," Kira smiled, immersing her face in her husband's chest. Avoid the second wave of tantrums from the owner of this body. Kira's hands were tightly coiled around her husband's waist. Hiss and rustling of clashing teeth, clearly heard from Kira's current position.

Until a while, when Harris felt he had begun to master his anger, Kira relaxed his embrace. Lifting back his face, which felt engulfed as his airway squeezed the sturdy chest.

"Sorry, dear," Kira kissed her husband's lips still glued to the street on his right side.

Harris gasped, and instantly flipped over Kira's body. "You really tested me."

That sharp gaze tore through Kira's heart, making her pounding even more strongly against her chest cavity, as if wanting to jump from its place. Harris rested his lips on his wife's lips.

"Damn it, I'm sick of it, can deflate all these wheels" Inner Johan who watched them from the glass in front of him, since.

Johan slowly pulled over, on the street with minimal lighting, when he saw the position of two people behind him. Anyone who saw must have misunderstood the position.

"Where are you going?" Harris asked Johan who was about to get out of the car.

"Get out Boss, I feel like a kebo here," replied Johan whose half body was already outside the car.

"He's not well at eating, '" Harris said sourly. While pulling Kira to a standby sitting position, as if nothing happened.

Johan breathed a sigh of relief, at least he did not become friends with the naughty mosquitoes outside.

"We're going again, sir?" Johan cleared his throat, before asking. Hiding pleasure, which will be implicit in his question.

"Yes, if you don't want to live in that empty warehouse," Johan immediately turned to his left, seeing the abandoned warehouse seem to be a creepy gap. Johan gulped, imagining what creatures lived inside.

Without a second thought, Johan restarted the engine of his car, stepping on the accelerator as fast as possible to get away from the place. Johan is good at fighting and shooting, but he is most afraid of ghosts and the like.

"Basic coward," Cibir Harris.

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