Single Boss Storage

21 If you...,

"Thank you Gha." said Moura sincerely as Noegha had ushered Moura back to her residence.

"Heh... You're welcome..." Noegha looked at Moura who still looked sad this time. "What if he comes back to bother you? Does he know your house?" noegha asked attention.

"No... Take it easy he doesn't know, after all I'm sure he won't dare to mess with me." Moura said as best as she could, she did not want to hang herself on the man. Just because he was in a public place Moura could not fight Raffa. After all Moura was well aware of the weakness of the man who had been by her side for the past five years.

"Huh... I don't feel calm... Do you want to stay at my residence? I have many houses... Just in case he suddenly came and came back to trouble you and separate you from Qilla." Noegha tries to persuade Moura, in addition to being a form of attention in the pursuit of Moura's love, Noegha also takes the opportunity to always be close to the woman.

"No thanks, then I go home first... Hye!"

Moura no longer extended himself in Noegha's car. The woman slowly opened the door and descended carrying Qilla who was still asleep in her arms. With a heavy heart Noegha finally left the area of Moura's house. After Noegha's departure, Moura rushed to his house. Suddenly he heard another car horn coming towards him.

Tiii!

"Shiiit!"

"Youngpam..."

"Cups... Cup... Cup... I'm surprised yeah... Less ajaaar actually have a car like a pedestrian!" rutuk Moura calmed her crying baby in shock.

"Bee!"

DEG!

Instantly Moura's body stopped and his heart beat was unbearable. "Why is he here?" murmured Moura was intending to ignore Raffa's call and continue his footsteps. But what power of her arm has been captured by her ex-husband immediately.

"Bee wait!" pinta Raffa.

"Raf, please it's night... Not good to hear the neighbors later!" sahut Moura looked at Raffa with a glance.

"Because of that, you come with me for a moment... Pleases... I promise I won't do anything to you again. I miss Qilla!" bujuk Raffa is no less alive than the face of Moura at this time.

Moura swallowed her saliva, she did not want to be the gossip of the neighbors. Soon she headed for the car that her ex-husband was using, whether it belonged to who clearly the man was smiling, she finally won!

Raffa headed for a car that provided an office for him to use during his business trip in Batam. He was lucky to have a colleague who asked him to verify the location of their factory in Batam. He finally met his little family who suddenly disappeared as soon as he was looking in Bandung Moura was not found even in the residence of his parents who no longer care about his woman.

"Where are we going, Raf, Qilla sleeping?" asked Moura grudgingly. Moura knows best about her male characteristics. Raffa also has a bad temper if emotional. Moura should be able to control the mood of Raffa who always goes up and down if in an emotional state.

"Hotels... It just so happens that there is a business meeting with colleagues here" said Raffa smiling handsomely to make the inner Moura turbulent.

'No, this man is no longer expected!' moura's inner self reinforces herself back on her belief to be single independently.

"So Linda's coming with you, too?" moura asked for some reason why this question just popped out. He also turned his face out the window.

Linda is Raffa's secretary, the girl the cause of Moura's marriage crack.

"Hm.." Raffa chuckled a little as if the woman was still discussing other women, meaning that Moura still cared and was jealous of her. "No, honey, I've been firing Linda ever since she rioted!"

"Alaa.." great-granddaughter Moura.

"Haha... Are you jealous of Iyaaang?" goda Raffa's.

"Where is possible!" moura concluded quickly.

Raffa smiled his handsome smile while shaking his head. Before long they had been in the courtyard of a large hotel in the Batam Centre area which was not so far from the area where Moura lived. Even the hotel is only a few meters away from the Mall that Moura had just visited before.

Raffa quickly came down and opened the door for his woman. Rafa also replaced Moura holding Qilla. Their girl did not wake up at all, maybe her father's body odor had been memorized by their girl. Moura was stunned by Raffa's current treatment. Unbeknownst to Raffa Moura rubbed the corner of her wet eyes.

"Darling, take the key yes in the name of your darling!!" goda Raffa in front of Moura's tired face.

"Damn!!" hardik Moura but his face blushed and rushed towards the receptionist Raffa was very anxious towards his woman.

All three are in one of the president suite rooms. Moura is not strange in fact, as long as he has a relationship with Raffa, they always staycation in the city and outside the city. Even the two honeymooned to Cappadocia to feel like in a booming novel because of the story of the affair sharing the husband.

Whatever Moura's request though strange Raffa will grant it without a second thought, unless the woman's freedom is of course. With a sigar Moura prepare a pedestal to use Qilla to sleep in a large bed. With Raffa slowly put his beautiful daughter to sleep, before he lived she kissed his daughter's clean, soft and fragrant baby forehead which makes anyone who inhales her always want to continue to kiss her.

Moura shuffled, choosing to move to the balcony of the room. Finally, while in Batam he can also relax in one of the luxury hotels and enjoy the night view of the city. Moura's eyes widened as a warm embrace of her burly man's hand was already coiled there.

"Ramaaff!" peekik Moura tried to shake her ex-husband's hand. The faint fragrance of Aigner still being inhaled in Moura's nose really made him weaken at this moment.

"Just a moment Bee... I miss you...." Raffa further tightened his embrace Moura fell silent without a word. If asked, is the woman equally missed? Perhaps the answer is 50:50 in the midst of the lively will miss and love the great man who has been confusing and even understand himself before the jab. The man had also incised a wound in the bottom of his heart.

Raffa turned Moura's body. "You've always looked beautiful, I'm really a dumb guy! Letting you go just like that just because I'm so emotional about your stubbornness. To the faith of you who never believed in my true love for you Moura!"

Raffa gently caressed the face of the woman who would always reign in her heart. Moura had dropped thousands of tears. Slowly her man's hand swept over her and subconsciously kissed Moura's already quivering lips as if teasing her.

There was no resistance from Moura making the girl look like she had no standing. What in his mind made him allow his ex to touch his body again?

"Mmmm... Aargh... Raf.hein..."

Raffa had led Moura into the room, laid her down on the sofa and sipped back the lips she had longed for. 'It always feels the same as the first time I touched it.'

With the power that there was Moura pushing Raffa's body. "Don't Raf, we're not the mahranya!"

"Hahaha, you're funny... We used to date like where the bablas were!" raffa's tease pulls Moura's body and they sit together on a large sofa.

"Are you happy after you parted with me Bee?" raffa asked turning softly. "Because of me.., I regret letting you go... Let go of the man I always defended desperately. Even for you to be entangled in marriage with me I impregnated you! So why are we separated now?" Raffa lowered his hands and pressed his head like a depressed person.

It hurts so bad to deny the statement of her ex-boyfriend and ex-husband. Moura again cried for their current situation. He himself already did not want to be trapped in this kind of condition. A strong reason why he was stranded on an island that was not his colony.

"It's tough and not easy... But we can make a new commitment even without the bond of marriage" said Moura just like that.

"What do you mean, Bee?" Raffa looked up at the woman. The man was in tears making Moura's feelings slip instantaneously to the bottom of the abyss.

"For the sake of Qilla, we can still get on good terms Pap.." added Moura crying, his hand reaching for Raffa's clean face. Raffa chuckled bitterly, until this moment his woman did not accept him.

"Do you not want us to marry again, ma'am?" sahut Raffa with his silly tone made Moura amused and laugh.

Both have a call that does not follow the standard where Raffa is called papap and Moura remains with the best title choosing to be called mother by her daughter. Why is Raffa not called father or father? Wouldn't the end result be better Fathers or Mothers may be too old-fashioned for generations now.

"I really like your laugh Bee... It feels like my anxiety just vanished." Without asking permission as usual Rafa again pulled Moura's body in his arms and asked for a kiss on the lips of his ex-wife. The longer the kiss gets wild. Bahwan Raffa's hands have been very brave touch the body that has become his ex-wife even worse Moura consciously allows it.

~ IF YOU

IF YOU

Neomu neujji anhassdamyeon

Doragal tie suneun eopseulkka

~ IF YOU

IF YOU

Neodo nawa gati himdeuldamyeon

The uri jogeum swipge

Gal suneun eopseulkka

Isseul ttae jalhal geol

~ IF YOU

IF YOU

If it's not too late can we get back together?

~IF YOU

IF YOU

If you fight like me... Can we make things a little easier?

I should have treated you better when I had you

To be continue...

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