Two Rings of the CEO

Unexpected Event

The clock on the wall is clanging, showing the time is right at midnight. Most of the creatures of the earth have used their time to rest. Arka laid Anastasya's body on the King-size bed of his wife. Feeling landed in a comfortable place, the woman with a slightly disheveled mane was heard muttering softly and closely approaching her goose fur blanket that felt comfortable.

Arka was still at the side of the bed before confirming that Anastasya was really asleep. Fifteen minutes later, and no more meaningful movement in someone who was sleeping on the bed, then Arka to the exit of the room.

When the door opened, Surti and Sam were already standing beside the door with anxious faces.

"How are things, Mister?" the middle-aged woman asked with concern.

Arka smiled warmly, looking closely at the two female neutrals who had worked for so many years and rubbed her shoulders gently. "Auntie just calm down. Tasya was fast asleep and there was nothing to worry about. He's fine" explained Arka.

Surti breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that Anastasya was under the influence of alcoholic beverages while in her husband's arms.

"Go back to rest Aunt. It's not good to sleep too late."

Surti remained silent, and was reluctant to leave where he stood now. From between the slightly open door, the middle-aged woman sharpened her eyesight. Sure enough, the Miss looked so sound in a blanket that covered her body to the neck.

Surti was relieved, then bowed his head to Arka, before returning to the room to rest.

"Sam." Now Arka's view turned to the personal assistant.

"Yes, sir."

"We need to talk."

"Good sir." Sam followed his master's steps towards the study on the ground floor.

"You know what I'm thinking right now?"

Sam nagging. Without the Master speaking, the man who had been with him long enough knew exactly what was stored in his Master's mind.

"Take care of the five women. I don't want to see them still roaming this town and plunging Anastasya back into the dark nightworld. If necessary, close the club tonight, too" Arka said when he could no longer contain his mounting anger.

That's the path he can take. Given the cunning of the women who have been considered friends by Anastasya, never broken charcoal to return to plunge the wife, in the deep black valley shackling her.

"Okay sir, I'll do it soon." As usual, Sam was seen to remain firm despite several hours working alongside Arka.

"Call my secretary, tell him to take over all my schedules tomorrow."

"Good Sir. Excuse me. Master rest." please." Sam bowed his head and left Arka who was still smiling to usher in his departure.

Arka stared at Sam's wide back which was progressively disappearing down the stairs. The young man rubbed his tired-looking face. Shifted his head towards the side, where the door of Anastasya's room had not been closed perfectly. Arka took a few steps forward and pulled the doorknob without a sound.

Still on the same floor, Arka headed for another room where her private room was located. Arka and Anastasya did not sleep in the same bed, but no one knew, except the two human children themselves.

*****

Almost thirty minutes had passed, the little girl with a black waist mane still seemed to be standing at the side of the fence. Melamine-based tray is still he gangam. After serving breakfast to the four security guards, Zara chose to wait for Anastasya's arrival outside the flower shop.

The scorching sun began to sting in the white skin of Zara. Some employees have started to arrive, and start their daily routines.

Until an hour has passed. The car that Anastasya often uses, still does not show his arrival. The girl gave up and with a shaky step re-entered the flower shop without success.

It had already been two days since his departure from the magnificent palace of Arka. Anastasya never visited a flower shop. Hoping to get a message or phone, Anastasya actually did not give him any news.

Asking other guards and employees is free, the answer is always the same. I don't know or just shake my head.

The girl was also made uncomfortable. By dusk, Zara arranges several types of flowers combined in a bouquet. Pink and white roses, along with chrysanthemum flowers look beautiful in Ouya paper and matching Baby pink ribbons.

I will go to Miss Anastasya's house and give you this simple bouquet of flowers, as an apology

Look at the bouquet from several sides. "It looks perfect" the girl muttered with an adorable face.

Zara's behavior, did not escape the sight of Kiara, his best friend. From now on, the girl quietly observed her little friend who was being preoccupied with a bouquet on her ladder.

Walking aside, Kiara intends to surprise Zara.

"Hayo... , who are you arranging that beautiful flower bouquet for? As far as I'm concerned, none of today's orders incorporate these three types of flowers?" Thanks to Kiara's shrill voice, several other workers stared at the two girls. Zara immediately smothered Kiara's lips with her tiny hands.

"Don't be hard, you can surprise everyone with your five-octave shrill. Anyway, I made this bouquet of flowers for Miss Anastasya," said the dimpled girl.

Kiara knitted her eyebrows together, "For what? Did Miss Anastasya ask for it?"

"Oh, you won't understand." Zara's tiny lips carved out a smile. While Kiara tried to guess the meaning of the smile from her best friend's lips.

*******

The online motorcycle taxi driver pulls his motorcycle in front of the main gate of the towering Arka luxury house. One of the well-dressed guards approached. Feeling familiar with Zara's face, the tall man invited the girl with a bouquet of flowers to enter the gate.

Entering the main gate, a spacious garden with a variety of colorful flowers and fruit trees lined up neatly on all sides. Both clear netra Zara seemed to sparkle to find a beautiful scenery that he had never met before.

Walking a few minutes to reach the luxurious building yard, it does not feel tiring. Given all the flavors, replaced with a treat of scenery that spoils both netra.

"Good afternoon Miss Zara. Does Miss want to see our Miss?"

Zara flabbergasted. The waiter, however, still knew him. Even though Zara honestly did not remember who the waiter was with her now.

"Yes Bi, I would like to meet Miss Anastasya. Is he home?"

The waiter with the mane neatly arranged was nodding. Through hand gestures, Zara was led to walk in line.

Although not the first time to set foot in this luxury European-style building, but still Zara felt her entire body tremble violently. Even stepping feels heavy.

"Miss and Master are on the second floor" said the maid, who was always looking at Zara's hands, who had begun to sweat coldly, climbing every step of the stairs to the second floor.

The young maid banged two of her fingers against the door, until a knock was heard. Before long, a female voice sounded from within.

"Come in" he said.

The door was slowly opened without making a sound by the maid. As soon as the door opened perfectly, there appeared a couple who were enjoying the twilight facing each other, but on a different sofa.

Gee whiz... Maybe I came at an inopportune time.

Zara swallowed her saliva roughly. While the two homeowners also seemed surprised by the arrival of Zara who was uninvited.

"Zara's." Anastasya who was peeling the fruit stopped for a moment his activity to welcome the tiny girl who was still standing outside the door.

"I'm sorry Miss." Zara bowed her gaze as Anastasya began to approach. " I only intend to give this bouquet of flowers as an apology." Pouring the beautiful flower arrangement on Anastasya. "I resigned Miss," continued Zara.

"Hey, why the rush. I haven't even thanked you."

Anastasya pulls Zara's tiny hand to enter the room after hinting the young maid who was with Zara to resume her work. Although honestly reluctant, considering that there are not only the two of them but Arka was still in the same room.

"But Miss."

"Sit down." Anastaya patted the empty spot on the same sofa as her. Where exactly is in front of the Ark.

If Zara feels any discomfort. That is how Arka felt. The flat man had no expression at all since Zara's arrival some time ago.

"Miss, I better just go home. Sorry in advance for disturbing the comfort of Miss and Master with my uninvited presence." Gripping his fingers on his lap, Zara really cursed the heinousness of his idea to come to the house of Nonanya without careful thought.

"What's wrong. I'll just move to another room, so that your conversation won't be interrupted." It is Arka who takes the initiative. The perfectly tall man was about to rise from his sitting position if not prevented by Anastasya.

"Rush! Stay in his place. Nothing can go anywhere, between the three of us," Anastasya said with emphasis.

Wh why?

For a while they were both silent. If a face full of question marks enveloped Zara and Arka, but not for Anastasya. The beautiful woman seemed to be thinking. Staring at the door of the room that was still slightly open, Anastasya ran over to touch the doorknob and locked it tightly.

Why does Miss look weird, and why does the feeling turn bad like this.

Anastasya sat back in his place. Sigh a few times before starting his speech.

"Alright, considering that you two are already in front of me, then I will also say a request where only you are alone who is able to make it happen." Anastasya's voice rang out loud, echoing in one room.

Don't tell me about that stupid request again Miss.

"Zara, marry my husband."

Glug

Miss Anastasya has indeed gone completely insane.

"No Miss."

"Why not? Please don't refuse Zara. Or not-

Anastasya grabbed the fruit knife lying just like that on the table and pointed it right at the left wrist.

"Anastasiya! What the hell are you doing? Keep that knife out of your hand." The baritone voice that was able to rattle anyone who was his interlocutor looked furious. Arka got up and started to step.

"Sit's there or I'll completely slash my veins" snapped Anastasya with a clear circle that began to stream.

"Stop Miss. Don't act stupid. Love your life Miss."

"I will love my life if you grant my request."

Anastasya, who had darkened his eyes, actually pressed the sharp enough fruit knife to scratch his wrist and began to pour a red liquid that dripped on the white marble floor.

"Alright, I grant your wish," cried the arka in a loud voice.

Zara who was leaning against the wall resisted fear even momentarily. However, he is just an ordinary man who wants to live freely and walk as he pleases, following his own desires.