Two Rings of the CEO

Am I Evil?

Arka threw her body in the car seat while closing the netra. If dilirated from any angle, the man looks very tired.

"Bush,"

"Yes, sir," Sam answered in the steering wheel with a still-unmoving car.

"Am I evil?"

Huh, meaning?

"Evening Zara cried. I'm sure I've been paying less attention lately." Frisson. The shadow of the wife who was crying and lying on her chest, reflected in the memory.

Sam who heard also sighed deeply. Then he looked at the phone stored in the car drawer.

Let alone miss, I also grumble in a situation like this.

Where they come, there's not even a network. Sam's message to Kiara hasn't even been sent yet.

Staring at the phone in the hand, Sam even resisted the emotion of not throwing the phone in any direction.

I'd be crazy if the construction on this place wouldn't be finished in a month. It's certain that I'll lose Kiara, because I can't text her or call her.

"Sam! I was asking you. But you're even cool with your own thoughts," Arka snapped off, because she felt ignored.

"Didn't you say you were in the village miss?"

"No. I didn't say it intentionally. Count it as a birthday gift for her."

"Miss must have misunderstood, and thought nothing of you." Sam looked back, where the worried face of the master was clearly visible.

"That's. Actually I can't bear. It should make him cry. You know how much Zara's worth to me. I don't even want to see him hurt in the slightest, but it's me who's now creating a wound in his heart." The man rubbed his face rough. Let's hope Zara's disappointment in him doesn't go wide.

"But maybe this doesn't last long sir. Isn't Miss's birthday just a few days away?"

Arka nodded faintly.

"Yes. Just three more days less. I even asked the waiter to prepare everything. We will celebrate at home. Like your idea at the time. I like it" said Arka with a thin smile. The shadow of a romantic dinner by befriending the flickering stars in the sky made him impatiently wait for that night to come.

Whahuh? So you agreed on the idea I gave you back then.

"I hope not only Zara likes this, but my mother-in-law too."

The man looked ahead. Where the damaged roads in the village of Zara began to be repaired a few days ago. He himself realized that this place has its own memories for his wife and mother-in-law.

Although since marriage Zara never brought up to be able to live in this place. But from the bottom of his heart, of course he wants to occasionally visit or stay with his children later in this quiet village.

This was the reason that kept him so busy and coming home almost early in the morning for these few days. After completing all the work in the office, he and Sam moved quickly to monitor and down the field directly in the process of road improvement.

Not just road repair. Like the plan that once occurred in the mind if the handsome man apparently bought several tens of hectares of land around the village that he will cultivate as a fruit garden and children's playground.

"certainly, sir. Certainly not only the lady who was happy, but Miss Rumi as well."

Arka smiled gently. The night wind seemed to touch the skin, entering the window of a car that was not covered in glass. He stared at the watch on his wrist.

I was late to go home again.

Arka breathed deeply. The shadow of the wife who was waiting for him with an anxious face and a distended stomach, made him unable to bear it.

"Sam, let's go home."

"Good, sir."

Sam started steering. They even had to travel for hours to get back home. But this is the nature of the master. When it comes to Zara, then he must make sure that everything will look flawless.

From the windshield it is seen if Arka began to sleep in the passenger seat with his head leaning back the seat.

Sam's mind now turned back to Kiara. Didn't that girl also come from the village just like Zara? His smile was also glimpsed.

Why I want to meet his parents.

Sam nodded in disbelief at himself. How could he be like this? There's always Kiara, and Kiara. It's all about him, him, and him. Why could?

The man was holding the wheel strong. Trying to neutralize the mind. But his lips still smiled. It was as if someone was still on his mind.

Seriate