Two Rings of the CEO

Keys

After spending the night at the reception hotel, the immediate family, including the two brides, began packing and returning to the Ark's residence. A happy hue was clearly drawn on their faces. No exception Jamil and Rumi who have come all the way to see the reception super luxurious his daughter.

There is not the slightest bit of disappointment as before, now there is only happiness and relief because the princess has been accompanied by the right man. Not only a prosperous life, but either the husband or the in-laws of the princess, treat it so well that caste differences are not at all a barrier between them.

Rumi looks beautiful with a long black dres gift from her daughter-in-law. He smiled as he looked at the reflection of his body in the mirror. Jamil who had stolen a glance, so admired the beauty of his wife despite having entered the age of four heads.

Her beautiful face and her petite body, were so similar to the princess. Zara was like a copy of Rumi when she was a teenager. So, Zara seemed to inherit natural beauty from her mother. They are very similar and are distinguished only by age.

"Mother looks so beautiful" Jamil praised with a smile on her wrinkled lips.

Rumi gasped, turned around and was unusually shy when her husband was apparently staring at her.

"Ah Father," sulked Rumi with a reddened face held in shame. The few days of living in the city made his appearance change a lot. Mirah as the mother of Arka always invites her to decorate herself and give her expensive elegant clothes that suit her age. He himself was barely able to recognize himself when his appearance was completely overhauled by a make up artist during the wedding reception of the princess.

Rumi walked up to her husband, then knelt down to line her eyes with Jamil in a wheelchair.

"Dad, I've never felt this kind of happiness. By the time we can take Zara off to someone who's married to her."

"I did too, Mom. We don't have to worry anymore. Zara's been with the right guy. Until after this, we must return immediately."

Both Rumi's netra were glazed. A few days meet, it still feels not enough to let go of the longing. And now, they'll be separated soon.

"Is this not too fast?"

Jamil shook his head. "No. We've seen for ourselves if our daughter's okay. Let them be happy, we have a life to live."

Rumi breathed deeply. Her husband did not want to trouble the princess in her old age. He wants to stay alive in the village, until death picks up.

"alright. Before we go home, we have to see our son and daughter-in-law. Zara would be sad if she knew we'd be back this soon."

"Dad knows," said Jamil while rubbing the face of the wife who began to flow clear circles. "But our daughter does not know if we will live in the village at any time." The princess already knew her parents' wishes. However, even though the girl felt sad, she did not dare to force the will of her parents, regarding where to stay.

Rumi nodded faintly, confirming her husband's words.

"Our daughter must have been able to fulfill our wishes. But the mother must come to the city often, to accompany our daughter through her pregnancy." Rumi knew very well the process of pregnancy of twins experienced by her daughter at this time. Although Zara herself looks so enjoy her new role, but in the future if her stomach is getting bigger, surely the pain and fatigue is starting to feel.

"Dad knows our daughter is a strong girl. She can definitely go through all the processes, just like when mom conceived and gave birth to Zara." Kamil tried to calm Rumi down over the worries that plagued him, to the princess.

The middle-aged woman nodded. Every woman is destined to conceive and bear a child. Although with various processes, and difficulties while living it, but all the feelings borne during the process of pregnancy, pay off when the baby grows in the womb for nine months and ten days of birth in the world. Gratitude and joy are outstretched to welcome his presence, which spontaneously can make pain disappear throughout the body.

******

Mirah was seen checking the watch several times on her wrist. It's near noon but the son and daughter-in-law are still invisible. Together with Sam, and Zara's parents, Mirah sits in the hotel waiting room befriending her boredom.

What exactly are they both doing? Why hasn't it appeared until noon like this.

Mirah sat down unsettled. Unlike the other three who seem to enjoy the situation. Although waiting, they still get the sultan-style servants, such as from food and other facilities.

"Sam, why isn't Arka seen yet. Aren't we going home now?" whisper Mirah to Sam. He didn't want both of Zara's parents to hear him.

"I don't know, madam. The phone is turned off instantly when it's connected."

Sam's words instantly rendered Mirah helpless. Today he even has a special agenda to meet his friends. Not for poya-foya, every one month Mirah with her social colleagues will hold social services to help families who are not able.

"How's this. I even have a routine agenda of half an hour and until this moment my children have not even shown their nose," said Mirah with a sense of annoyance. Luckily, both of Zara's parents were talking to each other, so they did not realize the change in mood.

"Patience mistress. It may not be long, ladies and gentlemen will be here."

As Sam says, Arka and Zara emerge from the open elevator.

thankfully.

"Come on, kid, we're home. Why have you been so long, and." Mirah's words hang a little while looking at Arka and Zara. "Even this one, but your hair's still wet?" Suddenly Mirah silenced her own mouth when she realized that both of Zara's parents were with her.

Arka gave a sharp look to the mother, which made the middle-aged woman grimace in embarrassment. While Zara can only turn her face and pretend not to hear Mirah's words.

Rumi, Jamil and Sam could only laugh inwardly. But as much as possible they hold because they do not want to make Mirah more embarrassed.

"Let's go home" said Arka who spontaneously softened the tension. Everything started to move to leave the hotel waiting room. When everyone stepped up, Mirah seemed to still remember something.

"Why does it seem like there is less." Mirah was still in her place. "But what?" muttered Mirah again.

Arka who realized that the mother was still left behind, immediately turned around.

"Mother, come. Isn't it the mother who asked to come home from this place?" Arka clucked and shook her head. Seeing so quickly the mother's mood changed.

"Yes, briefly. You guys wait a minute in the lobby. There's something that belongs to mom left behind."

Arka and Sam could only sigh deeply. That's how Mirah is, she still likes to be careless and forgetful. But both men had already heard of him. They stepped back and left Mirah alone.

Mirah now must really focus and hone her memory. He went back and forth in the waiting room several times to remember something. To the maximum point of patience, he chose to resign and wanted to quickly join his family. Until a few steps walk, he stopped instantly and,

"key! Yes key."

"Rangga, Anastasya. key," said Mirah by unpacking the contents of the bag she was carrying.

This is one important thing that Mirah had forgotten. Anastasya and Rangga were confined to one room, and it was he who kept the key.

"Don't lose, don't lose. I beg you." Mirah chants sentences like a spell when the key sought has not been found.

"It can." A pair of netra Mirah looked sparkling as she managed to find the key she was looking for. The woman immediately took a thousand steps to find a hotel employee to give the key and immediately opened the room where Rangga and Anastasya were still confined.

The middle-aged woman was also wide-eyed. Apparently, the plan he compiled has succeeded, yes even though there is a little technical error. For him, by locking the two in one place with a long time, can give them time to talk from the heart of kehati. Mutual vent of anger or complaints until an answer is created for the solution of the complex problems they face.

*****

Rangga could only curry in his heart. This is beyond the planned time limit. Why is it that no one opens the door to his room. Staring at the bed, he found Anastasya sitting with her lips together. The girl chose not to take a shower, because she did not have a change of clothes.

Damn, why is my phone also left behind.

He could not contact anyone because his phone was left behind, and so was Anastasya. He brought nothing and left his bag to a servant.

"Until when will we be confined in this place" Anastasya said half angrily.

"Come," answered Rangga accordingly.

The girl with him could only sigh deeply. He was angry, but could not be angry considering both of them were locked from the outside.

Until not long, a noise was heard from outside the door and the door of the room was opened instantly. Two hotel employees and a male manager were standing behind the open door. They all have pias faces.

Rangga got up from his seat and approached the three.

"What exactly is your job? Aren't there many CCTV cameras in this hotel? Until last night we were locked, you didn't know it at all." Arka's a little acting. He did not want Anastasya to know about the game he had made.

The three men lowered their heads and twisted their hands. They were indeed careless until a matter of this size was completely undetectable.

"Sorry sir. From last night the CCTV camera installed in this room suddenly died and still had no time to make repairs. I beg you to be able to understand." The manager's body as the spokesman seemed to shake violently. He was incredibly scared. He knew exactly who the man in the room was. He is a close friend of the hotel owner in his place to earn sustenance. It does not rule out the possibility that because of this problem, he can be kicked out of his current place of work.

"alright. Because of my good mood, I'm sorry for your mistake." Not wanting to linger anymore, Rangga was quick to pull Anastasya's hand to get out of the room. The girl did not refuse, the two were holding each other on the way out of the hotel. Be the one who feels most benefited here. The smile on his lips continued to expand. It was as if he found a place to lean back after a long time sailing in an uncertain direction.

Seriate..