Two Rings of the CEO

The Shadow of a Sad Face

The pain that began to spread on the wrist is no longer felt by Anastasya. The woman complained, looking at her husband's two blind.

"really? Do you really approve of my wishes?" The grip of the fruit knife on his staircase began to loosen.

Arka sighed deeply, "Yes you didn't hear wrong. I'm willing to marry Zara, but keep the knife out of your hand first" Arka asked with a worried face.

"Try saying it again. I want to hear it more clearly." The face of Anastasya's despair, gradually disappeared. Replaced a faint smile that began to adorn her thin lips.

"I will marry Zara as soon as possible, and make her my full wife. You can sharpen your sense of hearing and I don't want to repeat the words again" Arka explained.

Anastasya was quite surprised to hear the words of the husband to drop the fruit knife he had used as a weapon, falling just on the floor.

"Aren't you going to lie?" Staring at Arka and Zara who were only silent in turn, as if still stored doubt. "Don't tell me it's just bullshit to stop me." Anastasya continued.

"Anastasiya! Stop acting like a child. I'm a grown man who can account for all my words. If you want, then today I'll start preparing all the paperwork so you can believe."

Anastasya started to smile widely. He was already indifferent to the pitiful face of Zara sitting on the corner wall of the room.

"All right, I believe you. Thanks Arka."

Having a wound on his wife's wrist, Arka ran quickly and called one of the servants to treat the wound.

"Treat and treat Miss's wounds below." Such was the decree of the Arka to the servant. Anaatasya walked on to the ground floor. Leaving Arka and Zara alone in the room.

Arka shifted her gaze, finding a girl sitting on the floor with her face down. I don't know why his heart felt so sad. Instantly the handsome man regretted his desire to marry the little girl nan luga. His plain face, so easily influenced the haughty attitude he had shown all along.

The man crouched down right on the face of the tiny girl with a faint sobbing sounded. Stretched out his firm hand, hoping that the girl would grab him.

"I'm sorry." The first words that were successfully ejected from Arka's lips. "Wake up" she asked.

The puffy face looked up, the net was glazed with a flushed nose. Arka turned her eyes the other way. Instantly a sharp sword seemed to draw right at his heart. Very sick and tight. Not until the heart if you have to meet with a innocent face without sin belongs to Zara. Is he too selfish to ignore Zara's feelings and reject Anastasya's wishes if the girl does not want this marriage to happen. I don't know, he also felt an endless inner war in him all this time.

"Why do you agree with Miss' wish?" The tiny lips that seemed to tremble began to make a sound.

"I'm sorry. If not, then Anastasya will act recklessly."

"Not if you can prevent it!"

Arka took a deep breath, and stared at the two veiled netra. "Do you know how many times Anastasya tried to end his life?"

Zara was flabbergasted, apparently not for the first time Anastasya did this kind of thing.

"Therefore, I agreed to his wish before he would actually end his life."

Is Miss Anastasya semisterius? But why was he so good to me?

"If you've known him for a long time, you'll know all his personality. He's not evil, it's just----

Arka did not continue his words.

"Wake up, wash your face. After this, we will begin to talk about our wedding preparations. You don't mind, do you?"

"All right, I'm ready." Zara welcomed the hand of the man in front of her.

Arka took Zara to a room she had occupied a few days ago, to rest.

"rest. I'll have the waiter prepare the food and all the necessities for you." Arka left the girl who was soon a wife to him sitting on the edge of the bed.

As if still reluctant to answer, Zara chose to just nod without making a sound. When Arka's body disappeared behind the door, the girl quickly locked it tightly and cried.

The new arc took several steps, able to clearly hear the roar of Zara's despair from outside the room. The man with the long-sleeved shirt folded up to my side closed both of his neutrals for a moment.

Hearing the footsteps of a servant with a tray filled with food in his hand, the man quickly prevented it.

"Bring the food back to the kitchen. Tell the other waiter to prepare Zara's entire needs and knock on her bedroom door, three more hours."

"Good sir." Without refuting, the waiter then undoes his intentions and returns to the kitchen even though in his heart is stored curiosity.

I hope that the step I have chosen will not be wrong.

Arka stared at the door of the tightly closed room door. Take a deep breath before stepping into his private room.

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Why fate, so cruel to me. There is not a little happiness tucked away above all my suffering. Why is it as if a series of events hit me, when I walk alone. Don't feel sorry for me, destiny. A frail girl who lives a bar and is stranded in this city. Until you tirelessly hunt me down and give me so much of your injustice.

Cowering deeply, Zara could not even hold her head up. Cowering, both hands clenched his knees tightly. Two hours passed after Arka's departure, Zara remained in her position. Lean on the door and move everywhere. As if content to spill all the clear circles in her net cracker, the girl with half-collapsed appearance rushed towards the direction of the bathroom to clean herself up.

Staring at the reflection of his body in front of the mirror, a pitiful face was clearly drawn there. Netra swelled with a reddish ball of hot, increasingly portraying her mood. So sad, and so sad.

The girl also drowned part of her body in the bath tup with a sigh. Staring at the ceiling of the room. Some time Zara was silent, all her energy seemed to be drained. Thirty minutes passed and the water that was originally warm now began to feel cold, the girl moved. Feeling like she had no change of clothes or anything, Zara grabbed a neatly folded pajama towel on the tiny shelf.

After wearing and tying the pajama rope quite kecang, from the direction of the room door was heard a knock followed by the sound of the waiter from behind the door. Rushing opened out of the bathroom with her hair still half wet before the servants waited for her for too long.

The door with a combination of white and gold began to open. How surprised Zara was with the astonishing sight in front of her.

"Good night Miss," greeted the five friendly servants and bowed their heads.

"Ma-night," Zara answered stammered.

The five female servants who each carried a pile of things in their hands. I don't know what the servants brought, but one thing is certain if all the items are shown to Zara.

"On your orders, we deliver the goods for the needs of the lady" said the waiter who stood at the front.

"Come in." Zara opened the door to her room wide enough.

"Thank you Miss." Without warning, the five maids moved quickly. Even waiters lined up in the back row were seen carrying trolleys of goods with clothes inside.

All the servants deftly worked according to their duties. Arrange clothes and shoes on the walk in closet, arrange make-up and shower equipment so much that it looks neat, neat, replacing all the curtains and sheets more elegantly with matching colors and much more that the servants did.

Meanwhile, Zara, only able to stare at the nanar image of herself from the mirror. How much this kind of life will pass after this. Living with wealth, indulging in luxury, in the bondage of marriage on the basis of coercion.