Two Rings of the CEO

Ending

5 Years Later

"Mother, can I join young master Ernest?" a handsome four-year-old boy asked his mother who was none other than Sky, the son of Sam and Kiara.

Kiara knelt down, aligning her height with the posture of the baby.

"May darling. Just don't bother young master. Just get close and sit next to her" Kiara warned.

"Good mother." The boy also ran towards the back garden where Erich and Ernest were studying with a private teacher and a tutor.

Yes, Erich and Ernest who are five years old have begun to be educated in the ins and outs of company management. There was no formal school like the kind of kids Zara wanted. Both are quite learned at home with professional teaching guidance and accompanied by thick books of business every day.

The two boys did not refuse, although occasionally seen slamming books or do not want to talk if too tired of studying. The twin boy grew up with a handsome face and above average intelligence. Although they are identical twins, but have quite opposite personalities.

Erich, the genius who doesn't talk much, and Ernest, the handsome gentle-hearted and also the crooner. Erich the eldest inherited his father's coldness and compassion, while Ernest had a personality and heart as gentle as Zara's.

"Young master, may I join you?" tanya lagit who stood between them and clasped her hand in the chest. After his gaze met with Erich, the cute boy spontaneously lowered his head.

Erich was silent not answering. Just paying attention to the figure of the boy younger than him, who was the son of his father's assistant.

"Sure," Erich replied with a sweet smile imprinted on his handsome face. The boy even patted the empty space next to him, as if asking the heavens to occupy him.

The little boy looked up, looked at Ernest, then smiled happily. Without hesitation he sat down beside the young master as usual. Even the sky was clinging, as Ernest moved to rub the top of his head like a little brother.

While Erich who glanced at them only indifferently, and quickly averted his eyes. You guys are still like kids. Erich. The little boy had a more mature mind than his age.

Different from Ernest who is more relaxed and occasionally still playing or running around while studying. Erich seemed calmer, did not talk much, and focused on teaching guidance. The aura of the leader was already visible from both of them, at their very young age. However, neither Arka nor Zara could have forced him if only one of them did not want to follow in the footsteps of the father as a businessman. Let them make their own choices in the future.

From a distance, Kiara stared at the closeness between the son and his young master, commenting on the knotty smile. The sky was already quite close to Ernest, until the four-year-old boy could no longer wait to sway spoiled to the young master, like a little brother. But if it was Erich, the sky was afraid enough to approach him. In addition to being quiet, Erich also prefers to be alone, so the sky also keeps a distance to the other young master. However, behind the cold nature apparently Erich also has a concern and affection that he deliberately covers. Often he gave food or toys to the sky in a stealthy way. I don't know what the reason is, it's just that the boy once said 'Don't give it selflessly'.

Kiara smiled looking at the sight not far from her. He sighed, and began to enter the residence of Atmadja.

Where's she?

Kiara is still busy with her views, trying to find the whereabouts of the husband who had not been found.

Until someone's voice surprised him.

"Kia, are you looking for Sam's assistant?" ask a pale-faced woman by touching her slightly protruding belly.

"Zara," Kiara replied after turning around. "Yes, I'm looking for Sam. Did you see him?" Kiara approached Zara who was walking towards her.

"Assistant Sam is in the den."

Kiara also brought Zara to sit on a sofa because she saw the woman's face was pale.

"Is it still nauseous?" ask Kiara while gently rubbing the stomach of the friend.

Zara also nodded. This was her second pregnancy and she had just entered her third month. As experienced by most pregnant women, she also felt nausea and vomiting in the early trimester of pregnancy to make her face look pale.

"Yes, but I really enjoyed it."

Zara seemed to smile happily, which made Kiara link her eyebrows.

Enjoyed it?

"Darling, where are you? Drink the milk first."

The baritone's voice rang out from the direction of the kitchen, which instantly made the two women shift their gaze.

"I'm here, baby, come here" Zara replied with a smile that Kiara was unable to interpret.

Before long, the owner of the baritone voice approached. Kiara who saw that also seemed to gasp when a large tall man came with a tray containing a glass of pink milk, which Kiara believed to be strawberry-flavored pregnancy milk.

Kiara bellowed, trying her hardest to hold back the laughter. While Zara smiled while clapping cheerfully.

"It's been?" asked Zara who answered a nod by Arka. Although there is Kiara, but Arka does not feel ashamed. With wide strides he walked up to his wife, then sat down beside her.

"Kia, you must know what I meant, right?" muttered Zara half whispered to the friend.

Huh, what do you mean?

"Thank you, baby."

Arka smiled, and rubbed her mane gently.

"That's my duty, baby."

Kiara who was aware of the situation also chose to retreat alon-alon for fear of disturbing. He rushed to the study, where Sam was. As he stepped he seemed to think hard to parse back Zara's words.

What is the meaning of the word 'Enjoy' version of Zara? What is the attention given to her, so that she seems to enjoy her pregnancy even though it is heavy?

Kiara thumped lips. He suddenly rubbed his stomach as soon as he was about to enter the study.

When he saw Sam who was struggling with a pile of files on the sofa, he ran small and sat next to him.

Sam was surprised. More surprised when Kiara whispered while saying, "Honey, I want to get pregnant again."

*****

Washington, D. C. United States

Grappling with pain and heartburn terribly, Anastasya is struggling to bet his life to give birth to the baby.

Five years of marriage with Kenan, and this is when he was trying to present his form of love.

Ken who did not leave Anastasya who was struggling in the delivery room for a second, looks wipe the sweat on the forehead of the beloved wife while tightly grinning hands and also say words of encouragement and love in the ears of the wife.

"You can do it, baby." A kiss on the forehead landed, along with a clear circle that can not be dammed when staring at the face of Anastasya who had begun to fatigue after a few hours through the process but the baby was not yet born.

Anastasya took a deep breath. Back the doctors gave the cue along with encouragement.

Anastasya clutched Kenan's hand so tightly and began to shout.

Before long, something long awaited appeared. The figure of a tiny baby girl with a faint cry, making people throughout the maternity room breathe a sigh of relief.

Wailing softly sounded from Anastasya's lips as an overflow of happiness, as well as Ken. The two hugged each other to unravel the taste.

After passing through several stages, the tiny baby was given to Ken as the father. Ken, who has had a child before, understands. As a Muslim, he first proclaimed the Adhan in the ear of the princess, then handed it to the wife to suckle.

"Dear, look. Our daughter is so beautiful. Beautiful like you," praised Kenan, who made Anastasya feel ashamed.

"Have you prepared a name for him?"

"Yes. I'll give him the name 'Natasya'. Beautiful name, for a beautiful father's son." The baby who was breastfeeding looked asleep. As if not reject with the name of the gift from the father.

"How do you like it, baby?" ask Ken for approval.

Anastasya thought for a moment.

Anastasya and Natasha. Isn't it almost similar? But it seems suitable for my beautiful and tiny daughter.

"Yes, I love it baby."

Anastasya's reply made Ken smile widely. He landed a kiss on the forehead of the wife and then moved on to the princess.

"Thank you, baby."

EXPIRE.

Alhamdulillah...

With the permission of the almighty Esa, finally this novel was completed😊

Thank you to everyone who has read from the beginning to the end. Sorry if the story tends to be market and boring. Because I am just an autor of the frenzied crumb that is far from the word worthy in the science of authorship.

All the stories don't hang. Alias has found her happiness.

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