Two Rings of the CEO

Taste That's Hard to Understand

Zara was very impatient to wait for the morning to come. Even last night his sleep was fairly sound, leaving dark circles around his net. After cleaning the body, the girl with a half-damp mane was seen sitting in front of the dressing table while polishing her thin face with powder. Until the skin that originally looked pale, began to look fresh.

Bi Surti, the butler who had accidentally passed in front of the room with the door slightly open it stopped a step. A little turned his head and found a small girl with a light blue jumpsuit wrapped attached fitting on his pure white skin.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the lips of the well-dressed middle-aged woman. From the first day of meeting, Surti believes that Zara is a kind girl who has to live in the capital.

"Zara" Surti said as the girl, Zara, was unaware of his presence.

The girl spontaneously shifted her gaze, as someone called her name. "Bi Surti."

"May Aunt come in?"

"Of course Bi," Zara responded by stepping over to Surti's body which was still standing behind the door, then gently pull the wrinkled hand and bring it to sit on a sofa in the room.

"Auntie look, Nak Zara already looks neat? Does Nak Zara want to get some fresh air outside or go somewhere? But, isn't Nak Zara's bodily condition still not restored right?" The girl's pale face was still visible, leaving a stroke of anxiety for Surti.

Zara smiled widely, revealing her neat white teeth. "Zara will return to live in the flower shop. After all, Zara was already feeling better and could move again as usual."

Zara covers up her personal problems from anyone, including Surti.

"But as Auntie sees it, your condition isn't as good as it is, son. In the store, you live alone. You'll be in trouble, if you ever come back unconscious." Surti appeared to sigh heavily several times. Given how weak Zara was, the first moment he entered the residence of Lord and Nonanya.

Zara links her fingers to Surti's dull fingers. The girl smiled when she realized that the middle-aged woman was worried about her.

"Bi Surti take it easy. Zara's gonna make sure everything's okay with nothing stuck."

Although hesitant, but Surti trusts the words of the girl who is with him. Despite her petite stature, Zara was not a weak figure. The girl was sturdy like a rock on the edge of the ocean. It is not easily eroded or destroyed by waves.

"Well, if that's what Nak Zara wants, and have Miss and Master found out about this?"

Zara shook her head faintly, "Not Bi, I haven't had a chance to say it yet. But I'm sure, if Miss and Master will allow it."

Even though Miss Anastasya is holding me back with all her might to stay in this place, I will be as strong as possible to reject her.

*****

For a while, Zara was just pecking at the door of the gold-painted room with the intricate carvings of Anastasya. Doubt slipped as his two fingers intended to knock. But the determination they have overcomes the doubt that for a while had ambushed. Until his fingers lifted and hit the door made of wood several times.

The door opened faintly without a sound. Anastasya's face emerged from behind the door that was now opening wide. The two clashed with each other, but a few seconds later their gaze was deliberately shifted to ward off awkwardness.

"Zara, come in." Anastasya first left Zara who was still standing glued to sit on the sofa. "Come here" pinta Anastasya.

Zara approached and landed her body carefully on the white sofa.

"Miss."

Zara swallowed her saliva with great difficulty, "I don't mean like that Miss, it's just-----

"I know Zara, you're too young to understand everything." Anastasya rubbed Zara's shoulders gently. "Once again forgive me," continued Anastasya.

At least Zara could breathe a sigh of relief. Because the girl had thought that her steps would be complicated to get out of the magnificent palace of Anastasya.

"On the request that Miss made the other day, I apologize as much as I can't accept it all." Zara lowered her gaze, reluctant to look at the two Anastasya netras. And vice versa, Anastasya quickly cast his gaze in all directions before answering Zara's statement.

"Once again, forget all I said the other day to you. Let's just say that I never said it."

But I still haven't given up Zara.

Zara smiled with relief. Her beautiful face is getting sweeter with two beautifully decorated dimples on her cheeks.

"Miss definitely won't ban me if I want to go back to live in a flower shop."

"Are you sure?" Tired of worry in Anastasya will Zara's unilateral decision which is fairly sudden.

"Trust me Miss, I'll be fine. After all I will not be alone. 4 security guards will always take care of me," Zara assured Anastasya.

Anastasya was silent for a moment, appearing to be thinking deeply. "Alright, if that's what you want. I have no right to keep you from staying with me in this house."

Anastasya stretched out his hands and hugged Zara tightly. Zara who had not realized that she would be held tightly by the Miss gasped, but did not refuse. For some reason, Anastasya's hand held her hand, making the little girl comfortable and protected. For a while the two were reluctant to let go of each other, as if they did not want to be separated.

*****

"Be careful. Sorry, I can't take you. There's still a lot of business to be done. A driver will take you." Anastasya held Zara's hand towards the courtyard of the house where the black sedan with the driver was standing next to the door.

"Thank you very much Miss."

The driver dressed in black opened the back door, followed by Zara who moved into the car. The door closed, the driver first bowed his head politely to Anastasya before re-setting the steering wheel and leaving Anastasya's luxurious residence.

The iron horse that brought Zara back to the ketoko, walked moderately to disappear behind the main gate. Anastasya was still standing in his place. Not only the body, his gaze remained motionless.

As if feeling the same way, a well-built man was standing on the third-floor balcony. His gaze was empty, while both of his hands were firmly gripping the iron fence, as if holding a sense that he could not describe. Staring at the black sedan with a girl in it who was getting further and further away from his residence.

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