Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Kelingking Promise

At dawn, Kira was shocked when she felt herself squeezed. When she turned her head, she saw her husband clinging tight, with his arms wrapped around her waist. They were close together without distance in a sloping position, because Jen's bed was not wide enough to accommodate the three of them.

Harris opened her eyes as she felt the body in front of her move gently. Swipes slowly.

"Why do you sleep here?" Kira faces her husband, who looks fresh. The eagle's eyes were clear, reflecting the dim light of the lamp.

Harris placed an index finger on her lips, hinting for Kira to shut up. And the bead of his eyes shifted to the left, as if to speak outside. Harris got up slowly, and opened the door.

Kira obeyed, and got off the bed slowly, following her husband out of her son's room.

"What the hell is it?" Kira rubbed her eyes, repeating so that her gaze would no longer be faint.

"I think the three boys accidentally locked the door, Yang," Harris flipped over, a few steps away from the door. Right between the workspace and the children's room.

"What do you mean, Yang?" Kira still closed her eyes, and rubbed her cheeks lazily. He was still sleepy and his strength had not fully recovered.

"You must be shaken to think" Harris grabbed the body quickly, dragging it into the study closest to where it stood.

The heavy hand, holding Kira tighter so as not to be released, because Kira thrashed, asking to be released.

"Which, my body still hurts, not anymore" Kira turned her head slightly, begging for her husband's mercy.

Kira gulped, imagining the violence she would experience early in the morning. And, also the violent effect of it, will not leave his body as soon as it comes, a pain that makes him want again. He sure as hell, he wouldn't wake up all day.

Harris ignored, dropping Kira on the soft, large dark brown sofa. So Kira's body bounces repeatedly there.

"Well, plis, it's dawn, I haven't had a bath. Nih, it still stinks," Kira whined at Harris's feet, with her shoulders raised forward, as if to show how she smelled nothing, nothing at all. Linking her hands together on her husband's thighs, like an octopus. His head looked up, so that it seemed by him a straight line of the flat body.

"What do I want you to do? My people just brought you here, let's not hear the kids," Harris untied Kira's hand on her thigh, which numbed her.

Kira frowned deeply. Her breathing was wasted, when her husband also sat his body on the sofa hard, so Kira also swayed again.

"You're so annoying" Kira hit the base of her husband's protruding arm behind her pajama arm. Repeatedly. Wreaking out the shame that spread to the tip of the ear and floating on the surface of his face.

Harris laughed, laughing at his annoyed and embarrassed wife. His left hand squeezed the tip of the nose that glittered red, until it turned red.

"Your brains need to be cleaned, honey. There's too much poison here" Harris ruffled the hair that still didn't clear the direction of the part.

Kira sizzled furiously, violently she pushed her husband's lightning-fast hand away so that Kira just slapped the air. Which makes him even more upset.

With her chin slightly raised, as if to drive away the shame and annoyance, she rebuked her husband.

"What are you gonna tell me?"

"That's it, you definitely don't want to hear it anymore" Harris stretched his hand out to reach his wife's right shoulder. Pull it closer.

"Don't make me more curious, Yang. What are the kids doing?" Kira held her hand on her husband's chest, preventing them from getting close.

Harris clucked, when his lips were ready to land on the temple covered in fragrant and soft hair, but, instead, restrained his wife's curiosity.

"Excel and Jeje, it seems like they locked the door on purpose, maybe they protected you from me. Maybe you always look tired, so they think I hurt you. And, maybe also because of this," Harris combed Kira's hair back, rubbing the rest of their battle, gently. Leave a fine swish radiating to the back. It felt amused, until Kira hissed behind her lips.

"Basic, wayward kids. They took too long to get the leeway from me, so they started to act as they pleased," Kira headed up, annoyed at the work of her children.

"Here you go, it doesn't matter, they're just afraid Mama's hurt. Let it go, I'll follow their game. Now, go back to the room, pretend you don't know anything" Harris brushed his wife's hair, tucked it behind her ear, gently and soulfully.

Hem, being treated lovingly made Kira teary-eyed. It was as if there was no sentence capable of describing his current feelings. Kira stared softly at her husband.

"What are you thinking? You want some more?" Harris stroked his cheek up to his chin, inserting it between his index and middle fingers. Pull it closer.

"I, I love you so much, Mas," Kira crushes in her husband's arms, burying her face there. His mouth began to be aggressive and aggressive. Shame, but he couldn't help but say it.

"Say that every day, even though I already know," Harris peeped at the side of his wife's head over and over again. Replying to that hug, no less warm and tight. "I love you so much too, baby. Very." Very."

"Go back to the room, I don't want to be caught quickly" Harris said as they hugged. Harris waited for Kira to release her own embrace.

Kira nodded with a happy smile. Then he stepped into his children's room again, followed by Harris who immediately locked the door. Kira sighed, thinking of the children who were a little excessive. Luckily, his father was willing to understand, and did not make the problem even worse.

Slowly, Kira returned to the blanket, pretending to sleep again. However, moments later, he became alert as the alarm clock on the table, went off. Jeje gasped awake, hurriedly took out the key of the door in his pocket, and put it back on the keyhole. Jeje rubbed his chest, relieved. Then, Jeje approached Mama, when she felt her mother was still closed, Jeje returned to her bed. Pretend to sleep again.

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Today Kira plans to see Dr. Vivian again. And also make an appointment with Ivy to a beauty care clinic. He feels he needs to do that now. Imagine Harris managing himself, it must be out of shape. With a whistle teasing Ivy agree to Kira's request. Even Ivy immediately registered Kira at a leading and most beautiful beauty clinic.

"Who are you calling? Seems very secretive?" Harris put the phone on the dining table, and his right hand rubbed the shoulder of his wife who was sitting behind him. Harris was suspicious, as his wife called in a low voice whispering slightly.

"Ivy, Who. Who do you think you are?" Kira turned off her phone, and put the phone in front of her husband, "I made coffee first yeah, Yang,"

Kira immediately went to the kitchen after getting her husband's approval. Kira knows, Harris will check her phone, after her disappearance. However, Kira does not mind at all, after all, there is nothing to worry about, Kira herself does not have much connection through her phone.

"Morning, Papa," Jen greeted her Papa with a cheerful smile.

Harris turned his head, and welcomed Jen into his lap. "Morning too, Papa's Girl Child. Heem, how sweet Papa's son."

"Jen has taken a shower, it must have been scented, Pa," Jen grabbed her mother's phone, before leaning her body against her Papa's chest.

"Oh yeah? Isn't Papa the one that smells?" Harris placed her chin on Jen's head, as the little girl pointed the phone's camera at them, "Based on the girl's gentile."

"One more Papa's cell phone," Jen snatches her Papa's phone, and nimbly opens the camera menu. "Papa's sweetest smile huh, let's cute rich Jen."

Harris followed Jen's orders. Suddenly came up with an idea, to subdue these three boys.

"Eits, wait a minute," Harris kept her face away from Jen's side. "Papa's photo isn't free, Jen has to pay Papa."

"Well, you're rich, you still need money from Jen?" Jen is confused. The eyelashes were vibrating, framing pure round eyes.

"Not money, but Jen has to answer Papa's question. How's it?"

Jen scratched her hair close to the hemisphere that split the hair in half. "Don't be hard, Pa."

"It's very easy, and only one. Em, who had the idea to lock your room?"

Jen's facial features receded, she worried, between Papa and her Twins. Weighing where the choice is.

"OK, Jen will answer, but, Papa answer Jen's question first. How's it?"

"You're as crafty as your mama. All right, Papa answered Jen's question, "Harris had no choice but to comply.

"Did Papa really hurt Mama?" Jen looked at her Papa's black eye bead boldly.

"What kind of pain for example?"

"Papa hit Mama or pinched Mama, maybe?" Jen raises her shoulders rapidly, and also turns her attention in any direction.

"Papa just punishes Mama, because Mama does not obey Papa. But, Mama was happy, even asked for the law again. Mom's weird, isn't she?" Harris lowered her voice in Jen's ear.

"really? Mama's very naughty, huh, Pa?" Jen also whispered with her head bowed close to her Papa.

"Yes, Jen. Mama's so naughty, Papa doesn't know what to do, honey. Luckily, Papa's kids are nice and pretty like Jen."

"Oh yeah? Papa's right, Jen didn't want to follow Jeje's orders, but she said it was for Mama's sake, she didn't know it was Mama who was naughty."

"Jen promise don't tell Jeje, Miss Excel or Mama. It's our secret. Okay," Harris held up a pinkie that was immediately greeted by Jen.

"Jen promised, Pa," Jen nodded as their fingers linked to the oath.

Harris smiled happily, Jen was so on her side. Repeatedly Harris showered a kiss on Jen's adorable cheek. And, let her take a photo with the various expressions Jen asked for.

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