Two Rings of the CEO

The Reception Part 2

A different atmosphere is clearly visible from the luxurious residence of Arka. Several guards were seen tightening the guard at the gate. In the area of the house that is usually only filled with gardeners and servants, changed with some people from the WO side passed by to beautify the luxury house as neat as possible.

Anastasya, who was picked up by a driver, went down the black sedan carrying him, then walked towards the main house door.

I feel a little hesitant to step up. Today it looks a lot more crowded than usual. The distant brother of her ex-husband also seems to come to enliven the reception party that will be held the day after tomorrow.

Anastasya sighed deeply. He spread a smile at the welcoming maid and a few people who happened to cross paths with him.

Where I'm going.

The girl kept asking inwardly, confusedly directing her feet to step. It was impossible if he were to casually enter a room that was no longer his.

Until he accidentally passed the family room, where there was a joke of laughter from the direction of the room. Anastasya took the time to stop for a moment. Just trying to figure out what's really going on.

However, the view presented actually made his heart and soul rumble. Biting his lower lip, Anastasya felt powerless to see all that.

Zara is seen sitting with two middle-aged women on her right and left. The women are none other than Rumi and Mirah. Zara's mother and father-in-law. Both of them look amazingly happy with the pregnancy of their daughter and daughter-in-law. Swabs on the stomach and the top of the head, always the middle-aged woman gave. Which makes Anastasya's heart unable to see it, so choose to leave.

But, not to mention having time to step, someone actually found his existence and immediately called his name.

"Miss Anastasya. Come here" Zara said enthusiastically.

Anastasya, who had turned around, turned his gaze back to the three women.

"No, thank you Zara. I'd like to go to the room for a minute, excuse me." The girl started to walk away from the room. But again Zara held him back.

"Miss!" zara half-shouted. He ran to get closer and held back Anastasya. "Join with us. I beg you, miss," Zara cupped her palms together as an expression of plea.

Anastasya let out a deep sigh, Zara's innocent face unable to make her wince. He resigned when the little girl took his hand and joined with Mirah and Rumi on the sofa in the middle room.

Zara deliberately asked Anastasya to sit in the middle with her and still flanked by her mother and in-laws. Anastasya had looked down for a while, it felt so embarrassed to just hold his head up. She knew how Mirah treated her when she was Arka's wife. They are not too close, Anastasya always keep a distance to be seen close, for no reason that he himself does not know.

"Anastasya, you've come. With who?" tanya Mirah with a gentle smile while her gaze looked around, like looking for the whereabouts of someone.

The girl nodded, and ventured to return the former-in-law's gaze.

"I just came with the driver, Mom," Anastasya replied.

Mirah swallowed her saliva heavily. He forgot one thing. In this city, Anastasya had no relatives, and now he was separated from his son. So who else is he living with, if not alone.

"Anastasya, come with me. Zara, Rumi's mother, excuse me for a moment. There's a little business with Anastasya," said Mirah to Zara and Rumi. Then he got up and grabbed Anastasya by the hand to go with him.

Meanwhile, Zara and Rumi stare at the bodies of the two women until they disappear from view. The two asked each other inwardly, about what Mirah wanted to do to Anastasya. However, the two bury themselves in curiosity, and pray that Mother's relationship with the former daughter-in-law will be better than in previous days.

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With an expanding smile Mirah brought Anastasya towards her room. Not until there, he also headed to the clothing room without releasing the clutches asked the girl who had been his daughter-in-law.

Stopping right in front of the translucent glass clothing, Mirah opened it and pulled a silver dress from this place.

"This is a dress for you. I purposely ordered it specifically for you." Mirah gave the dress to Anastasya who still held on in disbelief. His hands also look shaky when receiving a luxurious dress that is estimated to have a pretty fantastic price.

"I-mom, is this really for me?" asked the girl half stuttered with a glazed net. To be honest, he still could not believe what he saw and heard.

Mirah also nodded and commented on the warm smile of the sun. He also guided Anastasya to sit on the edge of his bed and face each other.

"Yes, son. I purposely ordered it for you. If you don't believe me, wear it. It will look just right in your body size."

Shaken strongly, Anastasya who was unable to hold the day was quickly hugged the body of Mirah and cried on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Mommy. Thank you very much." Anastasya again felt the warmth of a mother's touch that he never got since he was in the capital.

An aunt whom he had in place of a mother figure for him, was now also far away from him. Mirah who was once a figure-in-law for Anastasya, actually never gave the affection that he had hoped to get.

Until a very big attention that makes it unable to build joy mixed taste haru.

Mirah rubbed Anastasya's mane gently. Clear circles from both corners of the net spilled along with the shrill cry of the girl who was hugging him.

"I'm sorry, Anastasya. Forgive mom. I've sinned so much against you." The middle-aged woman tightened her embrace. I would love to say that he loves Anastasya as much as Zara.

Indeed, all this time he did not like Anastasya because it contains not from the seed of his son. This is a difficult thing for Mirah to accept. Moreover, Siska, the mother of Rangga who is a good friend of Mirah, always just to promote the situation that is already hot, increasingly blazing. Until only a little attention and affection was left for the poor girl, especially the two who did live apart.

"Mom treated you badly in this house." Mirah sobbed, and her shoulders were shaken.

Anastasya loosened his arms to look at Mirah's face.

"Don't say that, mother. Mom is so nice to me, I'm happy to stay in this house too." Even though that love is not available. But Mirah showed it in another way. Often he secretly sends branded goods that Anastasya likes, or his favorite food. But he deliberately covered if it was not from him but from his son.

It continued until Anastasya knew the truth. The girl knows that Mirah loves her, but she still refuses to show it to others.

"Your households are destroyed, also surely because of the mother's actions, and-"

Mirah was unable to continue as Anastasya tried to cover her mouth with her index finger.

"Never say that, Mother. Maybe we are not fools. So don't you say all that anymore, let alone blame yourself for our divorce. Everything is destined by the almighty. We have a plan, but God determines."

The girl gently rubbed both of Mirah's wet cheeks. Trying to smile, so that Mirah also threw away her sadness changed with happiness. As it contracted, the middle-aged woman began to smile, even though it was very difficult. Given her over-invigorated guilt towards Anastasya. Until in his heart he also promised, if he would try to make Anastasya happy, no matter how.