Two Rings of the CEO

Proposal

...What is this, called being in real love?...

Anastasya was fixated on the figure of the man driving beside her. The thin curve is also perfectly developed. His heart even beat and thumped, as if he had just fallen in love for the first time.

That sounds tickling. Really am. Especially for women of Anastasya's age. At the age of twenty-five years, apparently he can still feel the vibration of love like a teenager. Is that too late? Ah of course not, instead of falling in love it does not look at age?

Ken poked the tip of Anastasya's nose with his left index finger. The girl was embarrassed too. Apparently the man knew he was stealing glances.

"Hem, the air is very cool and free from pollution." Ken took a deep breath. He deliberately opened the car door, so that the fresh air of the countryside into his car.

"Yes Mas. This is the kind of thing I always miss and call me home." Maybe for years he never came back. Evidenced by the many changes in the village where his birth used to be.

"Did you live in this village?" The handsome man who was driving was occasionally glancing at the beautiful girl beside him. After several years of trying to close the heart, apparently the woman named 'Anastasya' who was able to open the door of his deepest heart, to make him fall in love for the second time.

Anastasya.

"Our house and aunt were quite far away. But after my parents died, I lived with my aunt and left home. There was no choice because my uncle and aunt were the only families I had. They were also very kind, and never treated me badly. Uncle and aunt really replaced mom and dad for me."

Anastasya directed a glance out the glass. The scarred childhood shadow is back on the scene.

For a long time the girl was silent. Given the weight of the burden of life, until he decided to migrate to the capital.

The road is not too bad, coupled with the natural scenery around, making the journey that takes two and a half hours is not felt.

Anastasya sighed deeply. He still memorized the path he was going through right now. The street is not far from the residence of his aunt and uncle.

"Is it far away?"

Ken's question made the girl flinch from the daydream.

"No, it looks like we'll be there soon." The girl looked up, making sure the streets were around. And sure enough, his family home was already in front.

"Stop machine. It's the house of uncle and aunt" he pointed to a simple wooden-walled house.

Their car pulled over on the side of the road. Anastasya sighed deeply before deciding to go down.

"What's the matter, honey?" ask Ken who found his lover's sad look.

The girl spontaneously nodded. "It's okay, I'm fine."

Foot level with flats shoes it down to the rocky road. Staring from a distance at a house that he had left for several years. Two little girls playing in front of the house. Both of them had a glance and pointed at him and also Ken before running into the house.

Are they Tia and Ara? The niece I used to live with when they were toddlers?

Maybe they were his aunt's daughters. It's grown big apparently. When they left, they were three and two. They are also one of the strong reasons that underlie Anastasya to migrate. The two boys often cried because they did not drink enough milk and also proper food intake.

It all makes him unbearable. Moreover, the work of the uncle who has a small salary to suffice all the family including myself and some other uncle's children.

Anastasya walked slowly. Leaving behind Ken who was busy picking up some stuff in the trunk of the car.

The girl's steps were getting closer, while her neutrals began to glaze over, staring at the house she had so desperately longed for.

A shabbily dressed middle-aged woman appeared from the open door. Staring at Anastasya was fixed, while the two little girls were flanking on his left and right.

"Ana, is that you?" The middle-aged woman's voice sounded trembling. The two looked at each other, before Anastasya half ran to smash into the body of the aunt, hugging and crying on her shoulder.

"Auntie, it's me, Ana."

"Auntie doesn't believe this" said the middle-aged woman, then loosened her arms after a while to be able to look at Anastasya's face closer.

"Ana, is this really you, son?"

Anastasya nodded in response while rubbing the clear fur on her cheek.

Unable to hold back, the aunt hugged the girl ity back. For a while his eyes were on a man who came with his nephew.

"Ana, who are you coming with?" That man was not Anastasya's husband. He had seen Arka from a photograph, and this man did not resemble her at all.

"He's Kenan, bi."

Once in front of Anastasya's aunt, Ken put his plastic-draped luggage in the tanaah, then greeted and introduced himself to the middle-aged woman.

****

Anastasya really felt real happiness. Being in the family environment and also the man who loves him, until the thin lips do not stop to review a smile.

Uncle who was taking care of his rice mill, rushed home when he got word if his nephew returned.

The rice mill was also built on the money that Anastasya always sent a month to the uncle to be used as business capital and living costs. Until their families are now fairly comfortable living without a lack of food as before.

Glanced at the two little girls who had run. They seemed cool playing dolls and some snacks that Ken had bought as a hand.

"Uncle, aunt, sorry. I didn't come here for no reason." Ken began to speak seriously after speaking quite stale as an introductory greeting.

Uncle and aunt threw eyes at each other.

"Now Ken's in?" said uncle hanging. It seemed like the middle-aged man was still confused.

"I came here not only to celebrate but also to ask my uncle and aunt's niece to be my wife." Kenan said it with complete confidence. The look on his face was relaxed and calm as if nothing was still standing on him.

Rise from mass slump, it is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. However, as much as possible he will meet the future with someone he loves, without forgetting the figure of the woman and her daughter who are already in heaven.

The middle-aged obedient couple was still looking at each other, but with smiles cropping up on their wrinkled lips. The news that the nephew is a widow has indeed reached the ears. Even at that time, Anastasya had told him that he would stay and start a new life in the village. However, after a few weeks the girl also undo the intention, for whatever reason.

While Anastasya himself was seen to hold his eyes and be silent. Occasionally twisting his own fingers on the lap.

"Son Kenan. If Anastasya has chosen you, then we have no reason to reject Nak Kenan's proposal to my nephew, Anastasya. Whatever is his choice, is best for him."

Ken smiled wryly, looking at Anastasya who was beginning to look up.

"Uncle and aunt really bless us?" Repeat the Kenan to make sure.

"Of course, son. We're very sure."

Ken's moved. Several times the handsome man seemed to give thanks. He approached, and sat down beside Anastasya. In the hands of the girl, and squeezing it gently. He was truly happy and unable to speak. However, as he looked at those interlocking hands, the look on his face changed instantly.

oh my god, my fool. It should be at a time like this that I carry a ring as proof of my seriousness. But truth?

Ken even cursed himself. Wanted to propose, but didn't bring any jewelry. It's very unfortunate. Ckckck....

Seriate