Two Rings of the CEO

Wedding Preparation

Lips are tightly clenched, but Arka's mind is far beyond buana. While the two neutrals looked at the cute and cute girl who was also looking at him no less clingy.

The man finally sighed deeply after thinking for a long time. "alright. I agree to both of the conditions you requested. I guarantee no one will know our marriage, other than the rulers and servants of this house. Not even my parents, would know it," replied the arka firmly without the slightest hesitation.

"But Arka, Mom and Dad should know about this marriage. What if at any time I-

"Anastasiya! This has been my decision that can not be challenged." replied the arc full of emphasis.

Anastasya was unable to finish his speech when Arka first cut it.

"Sorry, I've been so presumptuous." Anastasya bowed in. Sniffing his own fingers hidden under the table.

"No problem, but Zara," now Arka moved to look at Zara again. "It would be better if after marriage, you were in this house first for the next two or three days. How's it?"

Zara thought for a moment, thinking about the good and bad effects. "Okay, I agree, sir. As long as it's nothing more than the time you just said."

Reaching an agreement, the three ended the talks. If Anastasya and Zara choose to return to their respective rooms, while Arka headed to her study where Sam was waiting in the room.

"Sam how, have there been developments from some of the plans that we have compiled." Arka sat in a swivel chair, asking with her eyes fixed on the pile of files in front of her and not looking at her interlocutor.

Sam who was sitting on the other side of the chair replied, "Already Sir. After a few days we approached Miss Zara's parents secretly."

"Then" said Arka filled with curiosity.

"Given the parents Miss is a farmer who only grows some vegetables in the backyard garden with land that is not too broad, we also approach before finally being able to buy the entire harvest by marrying the price three times the price of sales in general," said Sam in a loud voice as usual.

"Good, approach as neatly as possible until Zara's parents, unsuspecting."

Sam nodded, "Surely Sir. The resulting harvest also has a very good quality, so they do not mind the high price given."

Arka smiled faintly, feeling proud of the hard work of Sam who always demanded perfection in completing all the tasks that concerned his parents.

"I trust you about Zara's parents." Arka sighed deeply and leaned her back on the swivel chair with an upward look. Staring at the ceiling of the room. "Sam, do you know? My and Zara's wedding will take place the day after tomorrow. While Zara does not want a party or invited guests who come. Even her parents didn't know this at all, so what do you think?" Arka deliberately asked for a suggestion from Sam. Remembering all this time only to Sam_lah himself often complain of all complaints and problems that become a burden on his life.

It sounded like Sam took a deep breath and took it off slowly. Actually, this is quite a strange problem when viewed from his point of view.

"Miss Zara's age is still very young Sir. Not even twenty years old. Maybe Miss is quite depressed about this marriage. Besides the Master and Miss did not know each other before, of course the status of the Master who already has a wife is the heaviest burden for him."

Arka fell silent and rubbed her frustrated-looking face.

"I know very well how Miss Zara's position if at any time her marriage is revealed in the media and the public. Of course, most people will look down on and ridicule Miss Zara, as a woman who has the heart to take someone else's husband without compassion." Sam said without any intention of reducing or adding to her personality.

Glug. Arka painstakingly swallowed her saliva. The blood flowing all over his body instantly boiled. Why does it sound so painful, especially if you have to feel it. If all really happened, could a girl as small and as small as Zara get through it.

Both silent. Neither Arka nor Sam. Now they are dissolved in their own shadows.

******

Waiting second by second time towards marriage with thumping chest. It might feel nice if felt a pair of brides-to-be who love each other. Smiling shyly naturally met red, so unable to sleep waiting for that time to come.

But that didn't happen to Zara. Throughout the night she did not sleep, but did not necessarily imagine the figure of her future husband. Instead of lamenting the fate of his future life and his parents.

Reluctant to get out of her bed, Zara seemed to roll right and left. I don't know what the girl was doing, it's just that Zara could feel a little comforted and momentarily let go of her burden.

There was a knock at the door.

A little lazy the girl scooped up the blanket wrapped around her body and got up. Walk a little shaky towards the door and open it.

"Good morning Miss" said two friendly servants with some toiletries in hand.

"Morning. What was? Isn't it morning and it's not time for breakfast?" asked Zara plainly by opening her wide net which was still half-covered.

"We'll both help Miss to clean up." The waiter looked at one of his other servants as if asking for approval. Until the waiter nodded and smiled broadly at Zara.

"What's? Help me clean up? You mean take a shower?" ask Zara to be confused.

"Right Miss," the two maids reply confirmed.

"But Miss, this is all at the behest of Master and Miss Anastasya who can't fight."

I live by their rules.

"All right, you can come in." Zara opened the door of her room wide enough that the two maids entered and locked it back.

Before cleaning up, the two servants first gave a soft and comfortable massage throughout Zara's body, then applied various scrubs and skin care to the entire body of the girl looked more radiant.

Inside the spacious bath tup the waiter mixes a few drops of therapeutic fragrance and soap with a refreshing rose scent. Zara's tiny body seemed to be spoiled with the skill of the magic hands of the two servants to make her almost asleep.

Not until there, even from the clothes and makeup attached to his body was determined. The diary just needs to be quiet and obedient.

"It's done" said Zara as she smothered her evaporating mouth. The girl was bored.

"Already Miss," the two maids replied simultaneously.

"All right, can I go out now? I mean, I'm too tired to be in my room. It doesn't matter if I want to breathe fresh air outside."

"Of course Miss. As long as it's still in the home environment."

Zara smiled happily, with her tiny legs she began to step out of the room. But his forehead creased deeply as his gaze was fixed on the ground floor of the magnificent house of Arka. Some of the waiters seemed busy. Tidying up the room and changing all the curtains.

Will there be a celebration in this house?

Zara came down the stairs that connect with the ground floor. The servants who passed by also lowered their heads. From a different room came a female voice, loudly arranging the other servants.

Curiosity peaked, Zara walked over to get closer. Justright. Surti the butler was arranging for another servant to design a spacious room that was used for nothing, but one thing is certain that the room looks beautiful with the addition of some neatly arranged rose colors.

Zara, who was just peeking in the corner of the room, walked over to Surti, who was busy at work, but a gentle pull on her arm, undoed her intentions.

"Zara's." That familiar soft voice swept through the hearing. "Do you like it?" connect Anastasya with sparkling netra.

"I like it?" Zara pointed to herself. "What do you mean Miss?"

"Yes, do you like the decor of this room? The place that will be used to hold your wedding tomorrow" Anastasya replied once more to further reassure the girl in front of him.

"For the wedding?"

"Yes, you like it, don't you?"

Why is there not the slightest bit of sadness on your face Miss, or are you deliberately covering it up from me?

"Miss." Zara tightly gripped Anastasya's hands, until she gasped. "There's still time to cancel this wedding Miss."

"Zara, what do you mean?" Anastasya doesn't seem to like Zara's words.

"It's not too late if Miss doesn't want this wedding to happen."

Anastasya pulls the rough clutches of his hands from Zara. His gaze flashed full of wrath at the girl in front of him.

"So you really want me dead, instead of having to go through this marriage?" Anastasya was really angry.

"Bu-not so Miss, just----

"What is it? Do you think I'm the most hurt party here?"

Zara gave a strong nod accompanied by a clear circle that had been flowing from the corner of her net.

Anastasya who realized how petite the girl looked frightened, lowered her tone that had risen. Then gently rub the clear liquid that soaked the two cheeks of the girl.

"I'm sorry Zara. Only, all your prejudices are not true. I'm not the one who got hurt here. But instead, I was the first person to want this marriage to happen. If you ask what the reason is, then like I told you before. I'll tell you everything, when the time is right."

Anastasya pulled Zara's soft body and held her warm. Zara, who could not control her tears, now she is spilling. Together with all his dreams that are increasingly far away to be able to pursue.