Two Rings of the CEO

Be late

What else must my struggle be to get your love like before, Anastasya.

After taking Anastasya to the Arka residence, Rangga returned to his parents' residence to rest. The handsome yellow-skinned man entered the door of the house opened by a servant.

The man glanced and smiled faintly at the servant, then stepped into his parents' room on the second floor.

Rangga pulled the doorknob slowly until it made no sound. A servant in charge of guarding Mother from the hilt was a little surprised at the sudden arrival of her young master and bowed his head after a while.

"How's Mom doing?" ask Rangga to the waiter.

"Stay the same, young master. No change" the waiter replied.

Arka sighed deeply, then looked at the body of the middle-aged woman lying on the bed with a thick blanket covering her legs to the chest.

Steadying his heart, Rangga stepped and pulled a chair to climb his mother's body, then stroked the woman's face lovingly.

"I'm back, Mother. Please wake up and reopen your eyes."

Nearly two months Siska lay in a coma and spent her time in bed, with medical supplies to help her survive.

Luxury room with all these knickknacks, now more looks like a treatment room with a variety of tools and home remedies. From the beginning of the pain, Siska did not want to undergo treatment at home and chose to stay at home to be closer to her family.

Lucky rumasakit belongs to the Atmadja family does not concern it all. However, after going through various processes of healing the disease, it is precisely another reality that is obtained.

Siska's condition worsened until at its peak about a month ago, the woman fell into a coma until this moment.

Sofyan, the father of Rangga was also devastated by the condition of his beloved wife. However, he could not blame anyone for his current situation. All of this is already a record of the destiny of the owner of life. Until he can only resign and try to cure his wife how.

"Mother, wakeup. I beg you," lamented Rangga with a growl and kissed his mother's thin hands.

"Auntie, come closer. There's something I want to ask you."

Hearing his young master's words, the servant stepped closer to his master.

"Sorry, what's the matter, sir?"

"Actually, what made my mother get sick like this. As far as I can tell, during my life my mother never had any chronic illness that could threaten her life?"

The waiter looked down while sighing deeply. He recalled what happened a few years ago. At the time the mistress began to feel slumped to the point of falling.

"Everything happened since the young master refused to manage the big master's business in the country xx and instead chose to build a business that almost went bankrupt in other countries. The young master was very difficult to contact, so the mistress felt that the young master had deliberately disappeared and no longer needed a mistress."

"His mother became very quiet and no longer hung out with her socialite friends. It's easy to eat and drink, and most of the time just lock yourself in the room crying. One year or so, such an event took place. To make the big master was overwhelmed because he did not know what the real mistress wanted."

The waiter told me while squeezing his own fingers. The house that used to be filled with happiness and laughter, now turned into a sea of tears as the madam just lay weak helplessly.

"Everything happened, it was my fault Bi. I caused Mother like this, "sorry Rangga.

"No young master," the servant replied softly.

"Love needs to be fought for. I know that Miss Anastasya is a good girl. Therefore, the lady also regretted all the actions that had been done to Miss Anastasya."

"What, sorry? Regret what aunt meant?"

The waiter was also seen starting to glaze over, it felt so painful to recall the event.

"After the young master left, Miss Anastasya had come here several times to look for your whereabouts. But always prevented by the mistress. Countless caci and maki that mistress threw. Not even the harsh treatment that girl gets."

Rangga tightened his jaw, and rubbed his face rough. A clear thread slowly dripped down from his net angle.

"Why are you so cruel to the girl who was pregnant with your granddaughter, mother?" Sobbing softly, actually Rangga wanted to curse and revile this middle-aged woman for acting arbitrarily, but he held everything back considering the mother was still in a coma.

"Until quite some time, the news of the wedding of Miss Anastasya and Mr. Arkana surya Atmadja was heard, to the surprise of the whole house. At first the madam was just cynical to respond to him, but as time went on once Mr. Arka treated Miss very well, little by little made the madam's heart piqued."

Now Rangga's gaze was fixed on the servant.

"Then?"

"Come, Master. At that time, Mr. Arka's marriage was very harmonious while the young master himself disappeared without a trace. Madam was getting frustrated, and she started to look alone."

"Is it possible that you feel sorry for your own actions?" Rangga tried to guess a possibility.

The waiter just nodded.

"Before the coma, in a weak condition the mistress also had time to mention one name."

"Who?" tanya Rangga was made curious.

"Anastacia. The madam even mentioned it several times until it could be heard by the Master, the medical staff and the servants who happened to be in this room."

Rangga was crying bitterly, the servant's words were not careless to make his sorrow rise again. Until now he still continues to condemn the mistakes he has done, even his parents to Anastasya.