Two Rings of the CEO

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Not only is it enough to get there the happiness that Arka gives. After spending a few hours relaxing in the park, they did not go home immediately. The man actually returned to pamper the wife and took her in a beauty house.

At the beginning of the girl was unable to contain the shock. He never came to a place like this, but they were the ones who often served him at home. Every two times a week, Zara regularly do body care at home, through the services of professional hands that make her appearance still attractive even in a state of pregnancy.

"Darling, don't you think I do this kind of thing at home a lot?" Zara protested as some women were about to serve her.

The man smiled widely, anxious to find the wife's expression puzzled.

"Didn't I promise to take you anywhere that would make you happy. Maybe by being in this place, you can interact with other pregnant women, exchange stories and share experiences during the process of pregnancy." Arka rubbed the wife's soft belly. Feel the second kick of the baby in there.

Zara's thin pink arch expands. It is true, the spa he went to was devoted to pregnant women. Where many young or middle-aged mothers as customers.

"All right, let them serve you. I'll wait for you outside."

At the words of the husband, the girl nodded in agreement. One kiss on the forehead landed perfectly, before leaving his wife to get the services of the spa workers.

At that place Zara got the best service. All tritmen are done. A gentle massage on the back that is safe for pregnant women, apparently makes her body completely relaxed and comfortable.

When getting a foot massage, enter a pregnant woman who sits and receives treatment next to her. In that room there were only two places, for Zara and someone beside her.

"Hi," said the woman softly.

"Hi too" Zara replied, smiling at the person.

Zara looked at the girl for a moment. From the appearance, it can be ascertained if the woman from the upper class who can do the best treatment in this place.

"How was your pregnancy, was it fun? Ask the woman again.

Zara smiled with a nod.

"certain. This is my first pregnancy." The woman beside Zara even started to enjoy a massage on her legs. He looked up and closed his eyes occasionally.

"It's predictable. If I look, you're still very young. Isn't it?"

"Really madam. Entering nineteen years." Zara remembers something.

Whahuh? It's even my birthday, but why would my husband take me to this place. Maybe he forgot?

Zara's mood changed instantly.

"Waw, you're so young. But don't call me madam, just call brother." The woman's gaze was now fixed on Zara's stomach.

"Hey, your stomach looks really big. Is your baby approaching the day of birth?"

The girl spontaneously lowered her head, staring at her belly covered in a pyjama towel.

"According to the doctor, the baby who was carrying twins, sister. So it's only natural that my stomach looks bigger than any other pregnant woman." Now Zara was focused on looking at the woman next to her. Look at her stomach that has not grown too much.

"Then my sister, is she also pregnant with the first baby?"

The woman smiled, then shook her head.

"No, this is my second heart. My first child was a girl and was five years old. You can see it from my face. Look." The woman leaned her face. "I'm not as young as you. There's been a lot of wrinkles and stains on my face." The woman even chuckled after finishing her sentence.

"But I always do routine maintenance. Yes, so that my husband may become more sticky and in love with me." The woman looks proud.

Zara simply smiled as a form of appreciation. It is true, as long as there is a fee, is not the maintenance that must be done. Not only useful for the thorns themselves, but counting worship to please the husband.

"Hey, look!" Zara was shocked as the woman beside her spoke quite loudly.

"Look at your feet."

Zara stared at her massaged feet.

"What's up, ka?"

"Your legs look very swollen."

Zara breathed a sigh of relief. At first he was made to worry with the words of the woman in case something happened to her. But as it turned out, he only pointed at Zara's swollen legs.

"It's okay, sister, some days the legs become very swollen and also painful." Luckily the therapists massage and treat his feet carefully so that he does not feel excessive pain.

"I think you're gonna give birth soon." The woman's words sounded serious.

Zara smiled faintly, she herself still felt doubtful.

"It doesn't seem like brother yet. My gibberish has just stepped on nine months. And I don't think it's time yet."

The woman seemed to breathe deeply.

"I've given birth before, so I say so. When I gave birth to my first daughter, all of her traits were the same as you are today. Didn't you say your baby was a twin?"

"Twin babies are usually born sooner than regular pregnancies. I don't know why, obviously I don't know the explanation either. I've only heard from stories of my friends who have twins like you."

Did ya? Indeed, at that time, Dr. Bram also explained it to us.

******

Arka stared at the circular watch on her wrist. At this time, the sun had already set and was beginning to welcome the night.

"Has all the preparations been completed?"

Arka quickly reached into the phone in his pants pocket. He deliberately moved away from Zara's reach to make sure all preparations went according to his plan.

He also called a contact number. The call was connected, someone across there seemed to explain all the preparations carefully.

"Would it take a while longer?" ask Arka impatiently.

"alright. Maybe I'll be back in an hour. Try before I come, everything has to be as good as I want."

"Dear." A soft voice from behind that greeted the sense of hearing, making Arka immediately disconnect the call unilaterally.

"Who's phone? You look so emotional?" zara said with her chest crossed, researching the look on her husband's face that seemed surprised at his arrival.

"Hey baby, nobody" elak Arka. "He's just one of my employees who seems to be negligent in carrying out the task to make me a little emotional. Oh yeah, is it done?" Arka quickly diverted the conversation before the wife's tiny lips poked her with various questions that made it difficult to answer.

"Already," Zara replied briefly, which made Arka sigh in relief.

"Well, if it's done. What if we go straight home?"

The girl turned grim for a moment. While bowing and twisting his fingers, he threw a question.

"Darling, didn't you forget something?" A code. I hope that her husband understands and remembers that today is her birthday.

"What?" Arka had already grabbed his wife's hand. The man seemed to think for a moment. "Oos.. Pay all the bills? Surely I paid for everything before you even finished treatment. Don'worry. Let's go home." Arka even memapah the body of the wife to hurry to leave the place.

"But baby, do you really not remember one thing?" ask the girl again.

"Certainly remember baby, and I've paid for it. Do I have to show you the bill until you believe it?"

"No-no. Mom-that's not what I meant."

I thought you remembered. But you forgot about it.

Until the car they ride began to break the road Zara was still busy with her own mind. They were seated in the passenger seat with two bodyguards at the front. Driving, and monitoring the surroundings.

"Dear."

"Yes, baby."

"Would you really not forget one thing today?"

Arka pretended to think. Long enough and convincing. Until Zara put on a sparkling face with a hopeful look.

"Nothing."

One sentence made Zara grit her teeth and stomp her feet.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Arka touched Zara's leg and rubbed it gently, but quickly pushed aside by the girl.

"No papa, my legs are just tingling." Zara even shifted her body to stay away from her husband. He's really furious.

Arka stayed in his position. Not coming closer, let alone calming his wife. But in his heart he was laughing. You know if Zara is now angry and grumbling at him.

Hah, why not pick me up? Why stay there. Least approach. Hugged me, kissed me. At least if you forget my birthday, I can still forgive you.

Zara stole a glance from the tail of her eye. Unfortunately, the man showed no movement.

I hate you!

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