Two Rings of the CEO

Remembrance of Wounds

As promised, Anastasya now directs his motorbike to the parking area of the city park at exactly eight in the morning. He himself wears clothes that are quite relaxed and comfortable and absorb sweat. Do not forget to use a hat to withstand the blazing sun that is quite stinging this morning.

Where is he.

The girl swept a view around the park that was quite crowded visitors on the weekend, but had not found someone who had an appointment with her.

As his gaze was busy searching, suddenly the touch of a hand on the shoulder, made him turn his head.

"Have you waited a long time?" ask someone who is none other than Kenan.

The half-shocked Anastasya touched the part of her chest that was beating so badly.

"N-no, sir. I just arrived. Your own master?" ask Anastasya.

"Just like you, I just arrived. What if we first run around the park, before chatting. Yes, count-count exercising," bargained the handsome looking Ken with his casual clothes and also the hat that stuck to his head.

Not answering, the girl just nodded in agreement.

The two also ran small, mingling with other visitors. There are also many visitors of various ages, ranging from the elderly, young ladies, and children who spend weekends in the city park. Good for exercise, or just a walk.

Anastasya thought there was something different about Ken this time. If they usually meet at night, with a full suit and a mysterious side that the man shows. But this time it was different, Ken looked more handsome and relaxed, and the mysterious aura was quite invisible.

"This is for you." Ken gave Anastasya a bottle of cold mineral water as a thirst quench after their little run.

The girl accepted it with a faint smile. "Thank you, sir."

"Together." Ken looked at the girl and returned his smile.

Oh my god, really? Apparently he can smile.

Quite surprised, until Anastasya goosebumps made.

"Sit down." The two chose to rest in a long chair under a shady tree, which was quite quiet from the crowd. Intentionally chosen so that the two chat can not be heard by anyone, except themselves.

Before starting the conversation, Ken looked at Anastasya who leaned her back on the head of the chair with a sweat that was visible on her temples and forehead.

"You tired?" said Ken, who spontaneously made Anastasya gasp and justify his sitting position.

"Slightly, sir," he replied with a clumsy smile.

Huh, I'm so tired. I don't know when was the last time I exercised like this.

Ken smiled thinly. For a moment the man still looked at Anastasya's face carefully. Her face was beautiful, even without make up. Taper nose and thin lips. What a perfect blend. The smile on her lips looks so sweet.

"Master!"

Ken blinked, immediately he shifted his gaze in all directions.

"Didn't you want to answer my question last night? Then why stay quiet?"

Alright.

Anastasya nodded quickly.

The man sighed, and bowed deeply.

"If somewhere else I do that, then someone else will look at me like crazy." Ken paused his words.

Let alone anyone else, I've even considered you crazy.

"But if I eat at Vishnu's place, I will definitely do such a thing. Ordering food for three people. They will certainly not look at me as a madman, for everyone who works for Vishnu knows why, except you."

It is true, Anastasya counted as the newest restaurant employee in the restaurant owned by Vishnu. That's why he still doesn't understand Ken.

It's just that they never had a problem with it. Even when the real restaurant closes, the chef, who is preparing to go home, still wants to cook for him.

"Sorry, sir. I don't know, and I never ask other employees about you." Am I guilty, because I've been curious about him and found out about him.

"Anastasya, every human being may have a dark past that he cannot share with anyone. I don't know what the underlying reason is, but maybe for some people, it would be more convenient if the past was just stored for itself."

*****

"Really," Anastasya murmured softly with a clear grain that continued to flow from the corner of his net.

"If I'm the only one who hears it hurts, let alone the one who feels it."

All the stories of Ken's past are still ringing in the memory. When the man actually shared his mass story with Anastasya, the girl he had only known for a few days. When the mysterious man was unable to hold the clear grain of the net fertilizer. It was poured out, in front of Anastasia.

A few years ago the man's life still looked normal and fine. Ken even has a wife he loves the most and a little four-year-old daughter as the fruit of their love.

As a business contractor, he had to be willing to move and separated from his wife and daughter. But it does not discourage the love of both.

One day, on the fifth anniversary of their marriage, Ken's wife has plans to surprise her husband.

At the time, Ken was completing a major project in the XX state that had been running for months.

Ken himself does not know if his wife and daughter intend to follow, but without his knowledge. At the time of their departure was only known by the wife's family, who actually did not approve of their daughter's wishes. But Ken's wife remained stupefied and could not be arrested.

Until the day of departure it became a dark day for the whole family, especially Ken who did not know anything.

The plane the mother and child were traveling on crashed even hours before reaching the destination airport. The bodies of both were not found until now, because the plane crashed and exploded instantly. Not a single victim has been identified as being rescued. That's what made Ken shocked and almost crazy.

Ken immediately collapsed unconscious as soon as the bad news reached his ears. Even the wife's family who actually strengthens Ken, just the opposite. They blame Ken and corner his daughter-in-law for the accident that befell their children and grandchildren.

Crushed Ken's life. Taka there is another wife who always accompanies, no more little princess who is struggling spoiled carried by her. There is only sadness and destruction.

When he ate, he ordered food for three people. For himself, the late wife and also her daughter. Vishnu and his workers knew that well, so no one was concerned about it.

For Ken, his wife and daughter are still alive. Not in the world, but in its heart.

Seriate