Two Rings of the CEO

Samudra Prama

"How's this? No phone, no phone?" Sam muttered while fondling. The phone is still cluttered in the hand, but he is still hesitant to press the contact number of someone.

Down and down the back foot to and fro, apparently it all did not affect the level of tension that is now being felt by the young man.

Intentions want to contact Kiara, but what power, prestige nature as high as the sky makes him reluctant to say hello first, even though through a telopon connection or a short message.

After a long time of cradling the good and bad effects, the man sighed deeply. Staring at his phone, before putting it back into the pocket of the suit.

I still have enough doubt to do it.

Leaving his legs toward the house he lived in, Sam felt quite tired after a day struggling with his work.

The time had already shown midnight when the tall man entered his room. After escorting him back safely, the man was still preoccupied with this and that work. Undertook his role as personal assistant of a CEO, and the head of the bodyguard, of the many people who worked on Arka not only in the home and office area but also scattered in several cities.

Sam, who felt that his whole body was tired and sticky, rushed towards the bathroom to clean himself up. Undressing the entire outfit and standing under the shower that wobbles her body with cold water.

Hem, it feels so fresh and comfortable. His tiredness seemed to disappear instantly with a puddle of water flowing in the pouring. The fresh aroma that comes from the soap that the man uses, like a separate therapy to restore all the energy that was drained out of the day after work.

Sam came out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. His half-drenched mane slowly fluttered to the side and back. Heading towards the wardrobe, Sam grabbed a stel of sleeping pajamas to wear.

Prama Samudra, or known to many as Assistant Sam, the twenty-eight-year-old man was brought by the late Surya Atmadja at the age of eight years.

Sam is an orphan who Surya and Mirah took from an orphanage. The man was educated and grew up with Arka, although they were two years old.

The humble Surya Atmadja never distinguishes between Sam and Arka. Both are educated with their own level of ability. Arka who likes books and has intelligence above average, directed Surya in the field of business as his successor. While Sam who prefers martial arts, and careful in arranging strategies, directed Surya to further deepen his skills and knowledge through some of his choice, he said, until the age of eighteen, Sam who began to grow up was able to be aligned with senior bodyguards who worked for the Atmadja family.

Sam enters Atmadja's residence with Surya and Mirah. Little Sam had enough trouble adapting. He often cried in the corner of his room because he could no longer play with his peers in the orphanage. While Arka at that time did not know Sam and also did not have much time to play.

Sam's shriveled body started to look thin. The little boy did not feel the slightest happiness. Except for delicious food that greets him all the time, but that does not make it immediately delicious to eat.

In addition to Surya who is crazy for work, Mirah also often spends most of her time outdoors. As a businesswoman and socialite, it takes a lot of time to stay at home and force her to spend time outside the home.

Lucky there was Surti. A middle-aged woman who had served the Atmadja family even at the time when Arka had not been born.

And so did Arka and Sam. Arka who was born was already taken care of by Surti, apparently had shifted the position of Mirah as a biological mother. The middle-aged woman was unkind, and apologized. But Mirah who had realized that the love for the son could not be fully poured out, can only be breastfed, but hope if Arka still loves him like a mother.

As with Sam, sobs that the fat boy was pendam apparently able to be detected by Surti. Young Surti raised the chin of the downcast boy to rub his clear feathers. His heart was indeed packed, how the orphan boy was still difficult to adapt to his new family.

"Stop crying, son. You're not alone. There's still an aunt here who'll always look after you."

One sentence, Surti, apparently had a big influence on the potato chip boy. Little Sam looked up, and without a word immediately grabbed Surti's body tightly.

Even until now the sentence is still clearly stored in Sam's memory. The two also have a very close relationship like a mother and child. In this world, other than the Atmadja family who had adopted him, it was Surt who had a great influence on his life and success.

Sam stared at the reflection of his body in the mirror. How his dull face some time ago already looks handsome and fresh.

"Bi Surti, you're the one who made me like this. If without you, I don't know what I would be in this house." The middle-aged woman's face seemed to be looming in the mirror and smiling at him.

Sam's lips put on a faint smile. Besides Surti and Mirah and Zara, there was no other woman he thought was valuable. But a few seconds later, his net tail glanced at the flat object he threw just like that on the bed.

He breathed deeply and grabbed the flat object. Swiping the phone screen but hesitant to press the other menu.

My God, why does my brain keep focusing there.

Her thumb accidentally touched the contact icon and displayed the name Kiara who some time ago wanted to contact her.

Kiara and Kiara. For some reason since exchanging mobile numbers, his subconscious seemed to continue to persuade to continue to say his name.

Gamang. His tone was even greater than his beliefs. Until storing the phone in the nightstand drawer, it is considered to be the most appropriate solution.

Ah already. After all why I thought about it, he also did not necessarily think about me

Reluctant to dizziness and dilemma with something uncertain, Sam prefers to lay down on his soft bed and pull a thick blanket up to his neck. Maybe it felt more comfortable than dealing with a girl who had never even felt in her entire life.