Two Rings of the CEO

First Night

New status sebangai Miss Arkana Surya Atmadja, officially bear Azzara Biantika now. Not only status, but the life he lived also automatically changed. A trace of the freedom of his life, now faint began to disappear. Luckily Arka did not really organize her life for now. But the responsibility he carries as a wife, will try their best not to disappoint the husband.

After the kabul ijab event, everyone who was inside the Arka residence, ate the dishes that had been served by the chef at the buffet table. There is no separation between the servant or the employer. All spilled out, mingling into one like a people's party.

Zara, who was still standing on the side of the Ark, combed the view of all corners of the room to find the figure of Anastasya. But after congratulating him, Arka's first wife disappeared after being swallowed by the earth.

Maybe she was crying and hiding in the room.

Zara breathed deeply. This is what he was honestly afraid of. Anastasya's heart must have been very wounded. But whatever the power, the rice has become porridge. Everything that has happened cannot be changed again.

"Zara," called Arka softly as he found a flash of sadness on his wife's face. "Let's eat," she asked later.

Zara gasped and shifted her eyes towards her husband.

"What if only Sir. I don't feel hungry."

Arka knitted her eyebrows together, "But the waiter said, if you haven't even eaten anything since waking up." Arka stared fixedly at his wife's netra, looking for honesty.

Zara smiled clumsily and scratched her non-itchy nape.

"I forgot my Master." Zara was unable to return the gaze of her husband that seemed to hit her heart.

"Come, what are you waiting for."

Unexpectedly, Arka grabbed and tightly grabbed Zara's hand. Guide the girl to a buffet table that serves a variety of foods and fruits.

Arka grabbed a plate with a spoon with her hand.

"Zara, which one do you want to eat?" With the plate he carried, the sturdy man chose food to give to his wife.

"Don't Sir! Let me just." Zara quickly snatched the plate and the spoon from Arka's hand. "Is not a wife supposed to provide food for her husband." Shamefully Zara mentioned the word husband that was intended for the man in front of her. Until the man was all his strength to hold a smile on his lips as an overflow of happiness.

Husband, do I have a husband? I can't even believe that I've become a wife.

Shaking Zara propped up the plate in her hand.

"Sir, which food do you want?"

Without a doubt Arka began to point to some menus that had become his favorite dish.

"Add a little red rice, too" he said after he felt the food was enough.

So painstakingly Zara moved one by one the dishes her husband wanted. Keep in mind the kind of food that the man likes. Of the many foods served, apparently Arka is so fond of processed meat and also salad vegetables or fruit.

Without hesitation Zara grabbed a plate and filled it with the exact same dish that was inside the Arka plate for her to eat. Up to two dishes containing similar food also landed beautifully on a table that is now occupied by a pair of newlyweds.

It might look so romantic if one partner has the same culinary taste, but this time Zara did not invite many people questions about her wedding.

Zara remained unfocused and continued to circulate her gaze in search of Anastasya's whereabouts.

"What are you thinking?"

The sound of baritone from Arka's lips, immediately startled the girl who ate with half a daydream until almost choked.

"No-no sir!" he answered quickly and half surprised. "Only, I don't see Miss Anastasya anywhere" he said, bowing his gaze.

"It turns out that's what made you wander here and there?"

Zara nodded faintly.

"Do you really want to know where Anastasya is right now?"

Zara nodded again.

"Why do you look so curious? Do you think she's hiding in her room and crying a day and night without eating" Arka teased.

Zara nodded strongly, but in the same second the girl looked surprised and made a nod by shaking her head.

Arka chuckling. While the index finger leads to the corner of the room, where it appears a beautiful girl who is sitting and playing her phone even occasionally laughs cheerfully.

Zara followed where it was pointed and stopped at the corner of the room. His net was perfectly rounded instantly. When he found out the figure of the girl he was looking for was in that place and maybe even earlier.

Miss Anastasya. That's right, miss

Anastacia. But why is he not sad at all, and what is it he even had time to take a selfie.

"Miss Anastasya? It was really No---

"Yes. It's Anastasya. So throw away your bad thoughts." There is still a thin smile on Arka's lips that is still difficult for Zara to understand the meaning of the smile.

*****

Towards dusk, Zara who was already feeling exhausted rushed to her room to unwind. Opened slowly the door of his room, immediately greeted by the smell of white roses that adorn the spacious room.

Staring at the thousands of rose petals that were deliberately neatly arranged in her bed, made the young girl shudder in fear.

What like this is the way the rich welcome their first night ritual. First night? Just hearing it makes me feel scared.

Although the lack of knowledge when it comes to intimate relationships between husband and wife considering his age is still very young and has never dated before, but usually a married girl, he said, it is mandatory for her to be able to serve and please her husband. Because where the happiness of the husband, that's where the reward of a wife flows.

Tired and drowsiness that very makes the little girl helpless want to lie down immediately, but it is very dear to fall down and sleep among thousands of neatly arranged rose petals. Until Zara moved towards the sofa and dropped down the long-sized sofa and fell asleep.

*******

The gentle shaking of the boat slowly woke up the sleeping girl with the wedding dress still attached to her body. The girl's wide net crept slowly, adjusting to the bright light of the room.

"Zara, wakeup. It's already night. Don't you intend to change your clothes so you can sleep more comfortably?" Arka positioned his body half-down to more easily wake his wife who was still asleep.

The girl gasped and quickly got up from her position.

"I'm sorry, I overslept, sir" said the girl.

"No problem. I know if you're tired. Take a shower, so your body feels fresh." The soft word arka, again melunturkan cold attitude that had been pointed to anyone outside.

"Good sir." Zara was about to step into the bathroom, but she paused by the wedding dress that she felt difficulty if she released it alone, considering there were some kacing in the back.

"You why?" Arka who sat on the sofa immediately asked when the door had not been opened.

"I want to call out to the servant Master," the girl replied in a doubtful tone.

"For what?" ask him again.

"To help undress me." Bowing deeply, Zara was honestly very embarrassed to say it all.

Arka got up from his seat and approached his wife, which made the girl take a few steps back.

"Let me help you" said Arka without hesitation.

"But sir."

Arka sighed deeply, "Aren't we officially a couple? So it wouldn't hurt if I helped undress my own wife, would it?"

Zara gave up and took a few steps closer to her husband.

"alright. Please, can you help me unbutton my clothes?"

Arka smiled faintly, "Of course."

Zara turned around, positioning her back right in front of her husband. Arka's burly hands slowly lifted and began to touch the buttons and opened the white hook until little by little the smooth white back began to open.

Arka swallowed her rough saliva. Try to withstand the turmoil that disturbed his male soul immediately turned his eyes away.

"It has. You can open it yourself or still need my help," teased Arka shamelessly.

Zara felt her back, "This is enough Sir. I can continue on my own." Zara quickly ran to the bathroom and closed the door tightly.

Arka who felt anxious with his wife's bashful behavior, only able to look at the tiny back slightly opened it slowly disappeared behind the door.

Long enough Zara locked herself in the bathroom. Had cursed themselves who did not have time to bring a change of clothes or shower pajamas. Luckily a towel was hanging in one corner of the bathroom.

Doubt to grab the doorknob and open it. Given if her husband might still be in the room. His body which was only covered in a towel, did not allow him to move around as he pleased. The shame slowly began to spread. Just by peeking first becomes the solution this time.

The bathroom door is open a little. Zara slid her head out to check on Arka's current whereabouts. Comb the view with the net width. Zara didn't find her husband in that big enough room.

The little girl also sighed in relief and quickly moved out and immediately changed clothes on the walk in closet.

Her tiny hand quickly grabbed the pink hello kitty-motif pajamas and put it on quickly.

Mercifully.

I don't know how many times he breathed a sigh of relief. The first night moment he was going to live, was very stirring his feelings. Fear, and worry became the most dominant part he felt.

The mane was still half wet, while he let it. Heading to the dresser for a little application of a refresher and moisturizer on the skin of his face. The pink little lips he left without lipstick and combed the waist-length mane to make it look neat.

The door opened without a sound. From the reflection of the mirror Zara caught a handsome man with a white T-shirt combined with home trousers that are none other than Arka, her husband. The man stared at Zara's back before closing the door.

Instinct as a wife bangkin instantaneously. Zara got up from her position and moved stiffly toward Arka who was sitting back on the sofa. Despite his doubts, Zara has no other choice. It would be sinful to ignore a man who is already her husband, even if married without love.

"Sir."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you want something" the girl muttered in her soft voice that made Arka lulled.

Please don't tell me if you want to sleep with me right now. For God's sake I'm not ready.

Arka got up, making Zara gasp and take a few steps back. The man walked towards the walk in closet and shortly came out with the folds of the blanket in his hand.

"Zara, rest in bed. It's late at night, you must be tired." Arka gently pulled the girl's hand and sat her in the corner of the bed. "Sleep, I'll sleep on the couch" he continued, reaching for a pillow in bed.

"But sir, not us----

"I know you're not ready to do it yet." Arka rubbed his wife's rosy cheeks gently, and calmed the girl not to feel guilty.

Zara nodded. The girl then laid her tired body on a bed decorated with thousands of white rose petals. Arka swiftly covered his wife's body with a soft blanket of goose feathers and pulled her up to her neck.

"Sleep well." One gentle swab at the top of the head became a lullaby from Arka to his wife.

"Thank you Mr." Zara was still staring at that wide back away, walking towards the sofa. Then landed his perfectly tall body and lay on the long ivory-white sofa.

The position of the two is in the same direction, making it easier for a couple to look at each other from a distance. Arka and Zara allow them to face each other and occasionally throw a smile. Zara is timid, and Arka is trying to show her attention. That's how the newlyweds went about their first night. Although there is no ritual like a newlywed in general, but Arka felt no less happy. Sleeping in different places, facing off and occasionally stealing glances, had become a happiness that he could not express. For the first time, the thirty-year-old felt truly in love. The feeling of wanting to have and loving wholeheartedly became the greatest desire in his heart now and to Zara one was this feeling he was able to feel.

While in a different room.

"So, what are they doing?" anastasya muttered under the blanket.

"Maybe they're kissing and aa.... " Anastasya rolled around and giggled under her blanket. Imagine the romantic scene that Arka and Zara are going through.

"What if I just eavesdrop?" Crazy idea that suddenly appeared. "Ah no-no. The room was soundproof. It would be a waste if I actually eavesdropped on them." Doubt yourself with his crazy idea.

"But why am I so curious?" Again Anastasya laughed, but as hard as he could he closed his own mouth so as not to make a sound.

The woman who was Arka's first wife did not feel the slightest sadness. Instead he rolled over on the bed and unceasingly chuckled, imagining how Arka and Zara spent their first night.

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