Two Rings of the CEO

Dinner

The five maids with their own unquestionable skills, seemed to be deftly completing the task in quick time. One of the servants of a fairly young clothing section approached and bowed his head.

" I'm sorry Miss, some of Miss's clothes have been neatened into place. While some of the other clothes are still in designer design and in the process of completion. Do you want me to help you put on your clothes and put on makeup?"

Whahuh? Wh-wh-what for?

"U-for what?"

"Sir assigned us to prepare all the needs of Miss. Including helping to pick out clothes and put on makeup Miss."

I'm just a commoner, you don't have to treat me like a queen that the king loves.

"No need! I can change clothes and put on my own makeup." Certainly without your help. Maybe for some women, getting this kind of facilities and servants is very fun, even dreamed of. But not for Zara. Luxury and the social status it bears, like being in a golden cage that shuts its life.

"But... You will be angry with us" said the waiter, spinning his own fingers.

"Tell Mr. Arka, if I can take care of myself without the help of a servant."

The other servants approached, lined up neatly to line the other servants' fingers. In fact, the five servants put the same face, meng_iba. Which makes Zara uncomfortable.

"I beg Bi. I still need time to be alone." Zara cupped her palms together as a plea. "At least grant my request." he continued.

The five maids fell silent and simply threw one another a glance. After a while they agreed and nodded.

"Well Miss, I will tell you, but if dinner time has come, one of us will come to pick you up for dinner with Mr and Miss Anastasya downstairs."

"alright. I'll make sure that when dinner time comes, I'll be well dressed."

Without a doubt, the five maids withdrew. Move along until it finally disappears behind closed doors.

"Well, Zara, what are you going to do after this?" mumbled, asking himself. It was impossible if he just kept quiet. Remembering it had been three hours of time he used to lock himself in the room.

Walking towards the walk in closet, where all the clothes that the servants thought were his were stored. It's amazing, Zara only realized if the room she occupied was very spacious and super luxurious. His tiny hands touched the clothes storage area, dominated by pink paint with a little white mixture. Sure enough, whether the clothes are folded or hanging, the whole is a woman's clothes with a small size in accordance with her posture. Either he must be happy or sad to find all this reality.

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The knock on the door resuscitated Zara who was struggling with a comb in her hand. That waist-long jet-black straight hair, he let it loose. Her tiny bare feet, barefoot, walked quickly up to the fur carpet to open the door.

Maybe it's dinner time. That's what Azzara thought.

Door opens. One of the servants who had been with him some time ago smiled kindly and bowed his head.

"Sorry to disturb Miss. Time has shown dinner. The master and Miss Anastasya are waiting for you in the dining room." The young waiter was amazed by Zara's appearance. The puffy face, now looks beautiful with thin makeup. Although the waiter also admitted that the innocent face of the prospective Nonanya was already naturally beautiful even without makeup polish though.

"All right." Zara was already about to step her feet towards the ground floor.

"But Miss," said the waiter.

"Why. I'm ready too. Isn't it time for dinner?" zara asked with a puzzled face.

"Miss still hasn't used footwear." Pointing to the part of Zara's foot that is still plain barefoot.

Zara lowered her head, then smiled awkwardly when she found the tiny feet without shoes or sandals that she used. "I'm sorry. Turns out I forgot one thing that was quite important in my appearance." Embarrassed, the girl ran to the shoe storage and chose one that felt comfortable for her to use.

The relaxed atmosphere now began to change the tension when the flat shoes used by Zara began to descend one by one the stairs that connect it to the ground floor. The faint steps of the tiny feet diverted the two pairs of neutrals sitting at the dining table, but were silent to each other.

Zara's body instantly shook as Arka and Anastasya simultaneously looked at her closely. The girl was bowed by firmly grasping both sides of the yellow dres on her knees. Even his steps were immediately stopped and unable to move when he had reached the ground floor.

"Ehem" Arka cleared her throat to break the awkwardness among the three equally tense human children.

"Zara, come here." Anastasya went to approach Zara. Pulling slightly forced the hand of the poor Zara who refused to move. Then pull one dining chair on the right side of Arka, while he was on the left side.

"Servant."

Two servants approached. Anastasya immediately pointed some kind of food at the waiter to be moved in his dinner plate. Likewise Arka, the man with a thin sideburn on his face called the type of food available at the table to eat, to be eaten, with deft and very polite the servants moved one by one the dishes that will be eaten by his employer.

When the dishes Arka and Anastasya filled with some type of food of their choice, Zara just fell silent and became an observer.

"No-no! I can do it myself." Zara refused, feeling that she could do it herself without the help of a servant.

"But Miss,"

"Let Zara do it herself.

Maybe Zara's still not used to it." Arka who was seen watching every move of Zara, was quite aware of all the rejection from the girl because she felt all the treatment seemed excessive to her.

"Good sir." The waiter lowered his head and carried himself to a corner of the room, lined up neatly with other servants.

"Zara, take the food. You must be hungry" said Arka in a soft voice, which made the two women on either side grow wide in disbelief.

"Bright sir." Zara stared at the various dishes that filled the dining table with sparkling netra. All his energy and emotions seemed to be drained with him using to cry and lament the fate of many hours, and now was the right time to take revenge.

The girl then snickered the rice and began to move the food that became the target into her plate. Not to be surprised, Arka actually smiled thinly and tried to shift her eyes so that no one else was seen.

"Eat a lot. Choose any menu you like without hesitation." Anastasya showed his sincerity. His attitude looks what it is without being made up. They also enjoyed a private dinner. No one said a word while eating. Only sounding clink of tableware that is mutually unpretentious.

*****

Maybe this is how rich people eat. Looks polite and elegant. No one even talks to each other. Yes it should be like that, it is forbidden to talk while eating.

During the dinner, Zara indirectly read a little about the nature of this husband and wife. If outside the house Arka impressed cold and flat even rarely speak, but not so if at home. His attitude now looks warm and gentle. Not infrequently tucked attention in between his words.

Anastasya. If outside he looks cheerful and talkative, it is inversely proportional when at home. His cherry nature disappeared and became quiet. With her husband, she did not talk much and only spoke when asked.

"I think your marriage should be accelerated." Anastasya began to open the conversation after the three finished eating.

Silent. The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"How's Zara, are you ready if our marriage accelerates." Verily Arka did not reach the heart to say the sentence, but for him there was no other choice that he would do other than this.

"It's up to you, sir and Miss. I'll just follow."

What if I said no, could change all the decisions? Of course it's not that easy. I also have no power to say no. All decisions are in the hands of both of you.

"Do I need to pick up both of your parents in the village?" ask Arka by looking closely at Netra Zara.

My parents? The village? How did Mr Arka find out about Mom and Dad? I've never told anyone about my parents in this town.

"Ti-no Sir. No need," replied Zara.

"Why?" ask Arka and Anastasya at the same time.

"I'm afraid Mister."

Maybe they are equally stupid. Mom and Dad will instantly devour me alive, if you know the daughter they have raised was married to a married man.

Arka sighed deeply, "Alright, I understand."

"Sir, can I file some requirements before marriage." Zara's voice sounded convincing.

Arka knitted her eyebrows together, thinking what the requirements would be proposed by the girl she would marry. While Anastasya just keep quiet and be a good listener.

"Good, say. As long as I can still grant it, then I will." Now it is precisely Arka who is made tense. Awaiting the words of the message that will be thrown from the tiny lips of Zara.

"First." Zara held out one finger. "I want this wedding to be as simple as possible. Without a party or an invited guest. Quite a penghulu and a few witnesses are included."

"Second." Zara added one of her ring fingers as a second condition. "I will still be staying at the flower shop, even though I already bear the status of Master's wife. Hows it? If Master and Miss cannot grant both of my requests, then I will rethink to be able to accept continuing this marriage or not" Zara explained with great emphasis.

Arka was silent, and tried to examine every word that Zara spoke, and tried to find the right answer, so as not to disappoint anyone.

I'm sorry sir, if my second request is heavy enough. It is impossible if two wives live under the same roof. I may not be taking issue with it, but what about Miss Anastasya's heart? He is the one who is most hurt. Maybe this is the only right way, for our lives to come.