Two Rings of the CEO

Escapees

As the car that took him began to enter the gate of the flower shop, along with it was the dream of a girl named Zara again opened wide. At first glance the beautiful shadow of his success in reaching the rupiah coffers in the capital and returning to his hometown after achieving success, became his biggest dream today. But the girl with clear eyeballs was aware, if not easily able to achieve all the wishes after some events that he had experienced.

The strapping-bodied driver descended the iron horse after the engine was shut off. Then move quickly open the passenger car door.

"Please Miss," said the driver with a neat suit stellan was friendly while wide-face car door.

"Thank you very much Sir." Zara bowed her head to the driver in his thirties, though the man in a climatic circle looked surprised at the call Zara had made for him.

The flower shop still looked quiet. None of the employees were visible. Only four security guards were on alert.

The car and the driver of Anastasya's family had left the store moments after a girl he had brought was confirmed safe until the destination.

Zara was delighted to stare at the guard post. Where the four men in uniform were staring at him. The girl bowed her head before entering the flower shop.

The glass doors with curtains began to open. Instantly greeted as fragrant as a variety of fragrant flowers that spoil the sense of smell Zara. For a while the girl closed both the neutrals and enjoyed every breath that felt soothing.

It is amazingly peaceful when just an instant can release a heavy burden on the shoulders. Live life with steps as light as cotton and enjoy life happily without harming others. The corner of the thin lips reviews the smile on the net that is still tightly clenched. For a long time, he did not feel this peaceful life.

"Zara's."

The girl gasped. Opening his net wide and turning the body instantly looked for someone behind the back who was calling out to him.

Kiara's.

"Zara, are you back at work? Are you completely healed?" Kiara approached, touching Zara's cheeks and forehead repeatedly to make sure.

Zara smiled faintly by looking at the girl named Kiara who was worrying about her. "As you can see, I've been feeling better and have to get back to work." Zara pinched the tip of Kiara's nose which still stuck on her without a blink.

"Are you sure?" It was obvious that Zara's face still looked pale.

"Of course," replied the girl with hair tied to the ponytail without hesitation.

Kiara sighed deeply, "Alright, I trust you. But watch out if you pass out again, I'll let you collapse on the floor."

"Why? You're so mean." Zara was shaking her lips.

"I'm a girl, my body is small like you. I won't be strong to carry you, unlike Mr. Arka ops." Kiara instantly smothered her mouth with both palms. While his gaze scanned all directions. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" he said with regret.

Zara took a heavy breath. For some reason, Kiara's words hurt her so much.

******

Zara feels she has a best friend when she is with Kiara. Of the few florist employees Anastasya had, Kiarah was the closest to her. Both are equally plain and jolly. Age does not seem much different. Not infrequently, Zara or Kiara exchanged stories and opinions about florists and personal matters.

While waiting for other employees to arrive, now both of them complete a bouquet of customer orders at the same time. Occasionally the two cute girls seemed to throw laughter even jokes. The flower shop that was originally quiet also seemed to live with the existence of two girls who were increasingly familiar.

"Kiara, do you take a taxi or motorcycle taxi to go to the store every day?"

Still seen packing a few lily stalks in his hand, the pony girl smiled shyly. "If I usually go to the store with an online motorcycle taxi, but these last few weeks I was escorted by someone."

Zara looked at the face of the girl beside her. Reviewing the speech and the red hue on Kiara's face intently.

"You mean boyfriend?" guess Zara's origin.

Without speaking, Kiara only curled up timidly with a faint smile on her lips.

Zara chuckles. Although he has never felt dating or fell in love with the opposite sex. But from the sparkling face of Kiara, able to represent all if her best friend is now in flowers.

"I can't wait to see the face of the man who had melted that pink lump on your chest. She must be very lucky to have a boyfriend like you, Kiara." Tucked compliments in every speech Zara.

"You're too much Zara. I prayed instead that you wouldn't meet my lover."

Zara knitted her eyebrows together, seemingly thinking. "Why?"

"You're a pretty color. I'm afraid that if my lover sees you, and then falls in love with you" Kiara replied without looking at her interlocutor.

"What?"

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding." Kiara chuckled until her shoulder shook. Intentionally want to tease the friend who is now holding back upset.

******

Rolling on his King-size bed for a whole day, making Anastasya bored. Looking up at the wall clock that now shows at 20:00, making him immediately exited from his position.

Standing on the third floor slayer, Anastasya observed the state of the majestic house that looked desolate. Only a few waiters who were down and over completed the work.

Smiling irony. Anastasya always felt a sense of solitude, like living alone. Arkana, the husband will only return to work if it is almost midnight.

Turning his eyeballs lazy, Anastasya walked slowly towards the changing room. Remove the attached banana pajamas and replace them with a knee-length pink dres.

During changing clothes and makeup, Anastasya looking for a reasonable reason. If at any time Bi Surti and the guards questioned the place he would visit. Namu's boredom and loneliness are ambushing, rounding Anastasya's resolve, to keep going out no matter the reason.

Down one by one the stairs, Anastasya looks very perfect like a model with clothes and makeup attached to the body once he gets there.

Surti who was standing in the corner of the door looked up, but the face of the middle-aged woman changed instantly, when he found the neat appearance of Nonanya, without the Master.

"Miss, do you want out?" The middle-aged woman's lips twitched.

"But Miss, sir has warned me not to allow Miss to go out for the night." Surti kept kekeh obeying his parents' orders.

Anastasya smiled wryly, then looked for another reason that was able to melt the middle-aged woman's heart to allow her to leave.

"Bi, I just want to eat my subscription roadside goat satay. I promise it won't be long anyway, I'm afraid if it doesn't work out, this baby-to-be in my stomach will be watered down if his wish isn't fulfilled."

Surti. "W-what? Miss ha---

"Well, then from that. Allow me, "Anastasya answered with a face of light.

"But Miss, I can send a driver to buy it."

"But I want to buy it myself. If someone else bought it, it would change." Anastasya raised her tone slightly.

"But Miss, sir won't be that easy to give permission."

"Oh, my baby-to-be will go berserk if you argue with me for too long." Without a babibu, Anastasya ran small towards the exit leaving the pias-faced Surti to the garage where his car was parked neatly.

Armed with the reason for the intentional cravings made, Anastasya seemed easy to get out of the main gate without arguing with the bodyguards. Gripping the wheel firmly, Anastasya drove his steed at high speed towards where he wanted to be.

The roar of the car engine stopped when it had entered the parking lot of a towering high building. Anastasya let out a heavy sigh. Still in the car, the beautiful woman looked at the building in front of the night club, which used to accompany her night.

I'm sorry Arka. This club is still my only escape.

Removing her seatbelt, Anastasya starts to open the car door, despite doubts. Step into the main door of Club Night. The sound of music deafened his ears, immediately welcoming his arrival. Spread the view of all the rooms, find the location of the table that is often ordered with some friends.

The net is focused on something that is sought. Anastasya walked closer with his anger. Her steps stopped right next to the table, with some women enjoying expensive drinks in crystal glasses.

"Good night, friends" Anastasya said to some friends who were still unaware of his presence.

The women looked up. All wore the same facial expressions. Stuck up in disbelief. Even someone who was half drunk instantly stood up and got closer to him.

"Anastasya, you're this." Shaking Anastasya's body was quite powerful. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" Connect again.

"Hey, don't be like that. Or Anastasya will get mad at us and just leave like that night" said another friend.

"Sit down."

Anastasya just kept quiet, and sat down on the empty seat that was still available. Glancing at Sinta, the only friend who still looks sane without raving.

"I'm bored and bored" complained Anastasya.

Sinta faintly chuckled, "Aren't you happy living with that handsome man in that magnificent palace."

"You mean?"

"Of course, forget. I'm just kidding." Sinta rubbed Anastasya's shoulders gently. "What if I order you a drink," pleaded.

Anastasya thought for a moment, "All right. Just order me some juice. I've been drinking long enough."

"All right, wait a minute." Sinta walks over to the bar table to order the drinks her best friend wants. Before long, Sinta brought a glass of light-colored drink inside a crystal glass.

"The drink is coming." Sinta landed a glass of drink right in front of Anastasya.

"Hey, I don't want to touch a drink like this" Anastasya said.

"Just relax, the alcohol content is very small. There's hardly even. So, I guarantee you're safe drinking it." Persuade Sinta to stick it on Anastasya's lips.

"Love, I don't want to."

"Come on, just a little Tasya."

As powerful as Anastasya refused, in fact Sinta managed to direct the glass filled with light-colored liquid into his mouth.

"Well, that's just the name of my best friend Anastasya," praised Sinta after successfully moving the drink into the stomach of her best friend.

Anastasya was silent, and began to feel a strange gelay of taste that began to spread in his body.

"Love, what drink did you give me?" Anastasya squeezed his head which began to feel dizzy.

"As I said, it's not an alcoholic drink," elak Sinta with all his might held a laugh.

I am as stupid as you are Anastasya, who is so easily fooled by someone you already consider close to you. Haha, enjoy the high-calorie alcohol that has entered your stomach. I even wish that a reporter would catch you drunk and meandering uncontrollably. Until all the mass media put you in the headlines. " The family's famous Ceo wife Surya Atmadja loves erotic dancing and drunkenness."

Sinta was extremely satisfied. The corner of his lips was drawn to form a smile, staring at Anastasya's body which was starting to lose balance.

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