MY BOSS MY HUSBAND
71. MIRA

~POV MIRA~

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    I'm Mira Lesmana, a tough girl formed from the bitterness of life.

When I was a kid, I used to see my parents fighting. More precisely my papa who scolded my mama.

His anger is often accompanied by a blow. For years my mother endured this suffering. I was ten years old, I understood a little and I held that grudge in my heart.

    That afternoon, when my papa was angry and my mother was bruised by a blow from papa. I ventured, I shuffled out of the house and ran along the deserted road.  Coincidentally our house was a large mansion that stood some distance away from the crowd.

I ran and ran until luck came to me. It just so happened that there was a police car passing by and I immediately stopped and reported the incident at my house.

    I saw a look of hatred from my papa when he was led away by that police officer.

My mother sobbed in gratitude to me, to my courage.

A few weeks after my mom recovered, mom filed for divorce and we left papa's mansion. Move to this city. This is where I met a nice guy, Daddy.

    I have two sisters now and we're living together. Daddy loves me like he loves his own flesh and blood.

    After I was twenty, my papa contacted us and handed us some of his assets.

That's what I'm managing now. The company I manage is my papa's asset.

    The bitterness I experienced first, made me strong and invincible. Because of witnessing every event that happened to Mami, I was traumatized and determined there would be no such thing as a husband in the future. Although daddy was nice to mommy, but I thought it was only one out of a hundred men.

Despite various explanations by mom, daddy and my friends. My view on the husband is still the same. Malicious.

    However, all of that was broken when I met a man I expected to be my age. Thank you to Daddy for taking me to this business event. Although the man was not a husband, but I seemed to see a light of goodness in him. My eyes were instantly fixed on her and the desire to make her husband just appeared.

Pucuk in love ulam arrived, too,

 Turns out our parents know each other, even once mom had one school with her mother. We were finally caught.

There was no rejection and acceptance from the man. He smiled and asked for time to get to know me more.

His name is Jansen and I've carved his name in my heart.

    Seeing his hospitality, I tried my best to be able to grasp it. Trying to understand and give him time. I also became a person who was liked by his family members. Indirectly, I have received my blessing and it has been well received.

Not only because of my looks, but also my wealth and who I am.

Jansen was the first to make me erase the determination that had been carved into my heart. Jansen is the husband I want. Jansen was the first person to make me fall in love and almost go crazy for wanting to.

I work harder and pay more attention to myself. Am I beautiful? Does this fit me? I feel more excited than ever.

When my faith was one hundred percent and was nearing the appointed day, I found out that she had another woman in her heart. I was angry but I couldn't get it to him or anyone.

I would love to know who that woman is, which family she comes from and what business her family has.

I would love to hear his voice. What soft and elegant? Is not from the language we can know the characteristics of someone? And guess what level his family is on.

It's not like what's on my mind. His voice was a little harsh and rushed. Then how's his face?

Jansen was overwhelmed with anxiety as I told her about what I was doing. He immediately invited the girl to meet that day. I followed Jansen and chose to sit somewhere else.

Pretty, that's my assessment of the girl. Gracefully? One hundred percent no. And it doesn't seem like a conglomerate girl, as she comes in with only a t-shirt and unbranded jeans. Look at the bag, my God, what's a bag worth two hundred grand?

What is the taste of a girl like this? Does this girl deserve to be with Jansen?

Gosh,, I don't think about it, how could Jansen bring this girl to be my rival. Now that I'm sure I won, Jansen's parents are definitely on my side.

I lifted my cup and looked at the lovers with a look filled with sadness and disappointment. The girl stood up and left without looking. There were no tears on her cheeks, but I could see there was sadness, anger and disappointment there. I immediately stood up when Jansen was about to chase after the girl.

"If you want to get rid of me, you have to have two reasons. Beautiful and Rich."

I emphasized the word beautiful and rich and left the moody Jansen there.

From her face, I knew that she had a great love for the girl. His eyes were not like he was looking at me. It was so empty with me.

I'm not a weak girl who complains to old people. I acted alone, figuring out who the girl was and how she could steal Jansen's heart.

"Find out everything about him and report to me right away" I told the private detective I hired.

"All, up to her parents and her job," I continued and was immediately taken in.

I just realized, over the last few months, Jansen's been changing, he's always been busy when I ask and ask him out. I was cheated.

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"Are you busy today, honey? Jansen's parents invited us to dinner." I smiled, is this the time?

"No, Mam. What time?"

I saw an expensive Rolex watch on my wrist. Hmmm it's five hours away, but I feel impatient.

I smiled cynically, 'Let's Apriani, you have too much guts to be with Jansen. You should know yourself, I said in my heart.

"Well, five hours is like five years" I murmured.

Complete formation.

That's what I saw when I entered the room that was on the reservation for this dinner.

I'm more and more convinced that there will be serious talks.

"Night, Om, Auntie, Mba Jo, Mas" I said to the Jansen family.

I switched to another handsome guy, "Hi Josh." My hand returned with a smile as usual.

I also say hello to the cute Vania, "Hallo sweet boy." I pinched his cheek with a pinch.

No Jansen, I understand, maybe still on the road.

Sure enough, not for long. Jansen arrived and sat down on the chair in front of me.

Jesus, handsome. Who would be willing to take off a handsome man like him? Really stupid.

"Hi!" my behavior is ridiculous and like a mistake. He smiled as usual.

"What's the matter, Jeng. Until we get together on a weekend like this?" Mama started.

"We eat first well, Jeng," said Mama Jansen with a friendly smile.

The parents just chatted lightly and occasionally asked us. This event is getting lively because of the babble of the cute Vania.

The cheerful atmosphere suddenly gripped as Jansen stood up and turned her body towards my parents.

"Om, Auntie, Mira, I have something to say."

We all looked at Jansen questioningly and his parents were no exception.

"Thank you for the time given to me so far, I'm sorry if anything hurt Om and Auntie's feelings."

Jansen's opening was beyond my expectations. I got a bad feeling.

"Om, Auntie, I'm sorry I refused my betrothal and engagement to Mira"