Two Rings of the CEO

The Bathroom Tragedy

Wiggling right and left, as well as stretching his stiff muscles, Zara woke up while outside still in a dark state and there was no sign of the sun going up. Since childhood, the sweet girl was used to getting up early in the morning before the time showed at 05:00 in the morning and continued until this second.

A smile expands on her tiny lips, grateful for the life she received from the creator. Although the situation he lived was so complicated, but he still did not want to be bad at thinking and believing in every event that happened, there must be hidden wisdom.

Moving his head to the side, immediately his net was treated to a handsome face that was sleeping on the sofa.

Mr. Arka actually slept on the sofa. I thought if it was midnight when I slept, Mr. Arka would move the basket and sleep with me. But reality does not.

Zara pulled up the blanket that covered her body, then got up and walked over to the sofa where her husband was sound asleep. Men do not talk much it looks more handsome when the net is tightly clenched. Thick eyebrows, a bouncy nose, sensual lips plus a thin sideburn on the side of his face, add a masculine impression on the adult man.

Zara grabbed the blanket that almost fell on the floor to cover her husband's body again. In this close position, his heart beat was getting uncontrollable. The shadow as Arka's warm lips touched her forehead, reverberating in her mind.

Why the more days Mr. Arka's face looks more handsome.

Was at war with his own battery, but his common sense was still able to work well until he quickly ran small towards the bathroom before the husband opened his eyes and caught his wet self.

Leaning against the door, Zara touched her chest area where her heartbeat was racing uncontrollably. Why is this kind of feeling only able to feel when she is close to her husband. In quotation marks of her husband and Nonanya's husband. Never once did he feel the great pounding that he was always unable to control.

Not wanting to linger, within ten minutes the girl had finished her morning bathing ritual and quickly changed clothes. Out of the walk in closet with half wet hair, Zara slightly applied some kind of thin makeup on her face. Then comb the black mane without being tied up and left just finely sagged.

When he was about to leave his room, Zara had approached the sofa, where Arka was sleeping. Not wanting to wake up her sleep, considering it was too early, Zara just allowed her husband's blanket to be slightly exposed before leaving the room to go to the kitchen.

Some of the servants who were working, seemed surprised by the existence of Zara who had looked neat even though the day was still fairly early. Zara unceasingly threw a smile even to every servant she passed by.

For the first time the sweet girl was in the kitchen of her husband's residence. A very spacious kitchen with a variety of super-complete cooking equipment. The hired chef was deftly at war with time to be able to serve the menu of dishes that have been set in a fast time.

Surti the butler stood watching from the corner of the room and occasionally checked on other servants working in different rooms.

"Good morning everyone," Zara said in her soft voice. "Can I help you?" connect the sweet girl who was wearing a white dress with a polkadot motif as the knee.

All the Chefs, including Surti, who were unaware of Zara's whereabouts, turned their heads toward the source of the voice. At the same time, almost all the servants gasped and looked at Zara in disbelief.

Why is everyone looking at me like that? There was something strange about my appearance.

The girl also looked back at her appearance from the tip of her foot to touch her head, but there was nothing wrong with her.

"Miss, why is Miss in this place?" Surti approached Nonanya with a face full of anxiety.

"Why? It's a kitchen, right? I want to cook," said the girl, staring in awe at the room she had not been able to enter before.

"But Miss. It is better for Miss to return to the room to accompany Sir. Serving food has become the duty of the Chefs who work in your home, Miss."

"But Mr. Arka is still sleeping Bi, and I would love to make him breakfast. I beg Bi." Zara put on a hardened face to tear down the middle-aged woman.

Surti sighed deeply, "But Miss, Mister will definitely be angry if we let Miss touch just one spatula in this kitchen."

"I beg Bi," whined Zara like a boy while cupping her two palms together.

"But Miss." Surti still kekeh at his stance that strictly forbids Nonanya to cook.

"I made sure I would cook quickly, even finished before my husband woke up. How's it?" bargained again.

Surti again sighed deeply, "Alright Miss. If that's what you really want. I can't prevent it either." Surti relented, for as hard as he held back, all would be in vain.

"Bi Surti, one more. Don't call me Miss, I don't like it. Call me like when Aunt first met me." Zara clutched the surti tightly with a sincere, unarticulated look. However, Surti once helped him to survive while on the streets.

Surti returned a smile Nonanya no less soft, and gripped Zara's tiny hands. "No Miss. Miss Zara is the legal wife of Mr. Arka, my employer. I will not exceed my limits as a butler" Surti replied in a resolute voice.

"Didn't Miss want to cook? Come on, follow me." Surti walked first, guiding Zara's steps towards the Chefs who were finishing the dish.

"What breakfast menu do you want Miss to cook?" Ask Surti while reaching for a thick book containing a list of daily menus of the Surya Atmadja family.

Zara grabbed the three-centimeter-thick book and opened it.

Gosh darn. How Mr. Arka, until the food menu also has a patent recipe stored in this kind of book.

"Bi, of the many breakfast menus, which one does Mr. Arka like the most."

Surti smiled at Zara, opened several menu books to point at one menu with his finger.

"Master Arka really likes the sandwich meat filling as well as salad vegetables and a glass of fresh fruit juice as a breakfast menu."

Zara observes the recipe book with a picture of several pieces of Sandwich in seductive colors.

"Well, and can Aunt teach me how to make it?" pinta the sweet girl with her innocent face.

"Of course, with pleasure Miss." replied Surti with a big smile.

At Surti's request, the chef's task was temporarily replaced by Zara, of course, with Surti's supervision and assistance. But the cooking talent that the girl has had early on, does not make her at all hassles and actually feels happy.

Up to a large plate of slices of meat sandwich, vegetable salad and orange juice with a little carrot mix, has been served.

Zara stared at the direction where the wall clock was stuck. The girl gasped as the clock struck seven o'clock.

"Auntie, I'll wake Mr. Arka for a moment. Can Auntie arrange it on the mechanical desk, while I'm up."

"Sure Miss, this has become our duty." Such is the sentence that is always in the word surti, which makes Zara immediately leave the kitchen with half a run.

Panting the girl grabbed the doorknob and opened it, but when the door opened, Zara did not find her husband on the couch.

Gosh darn. Mr. Arka must have woken up. Huh, how is this.

Zara twisted her own fingers and began to enter the room. There was no sign of her husband, Zara rushed to walk in closet, maybe now her husband is preparing before leaving for work.

Slowly Zara moved her legs without a sound. Shifting views throughout the room full of clothes herself and her husband. After a while unable to find the whereabouts of her husband, Zara gave up and pulled a chair. At the same time, the bathroom door opened and came out a sturdy man who only wore a towel that covered the bottom of his stomach to his knees from behind the door. Zara who was about to land her body in a tiny round chair was immediately toppled backward until her body was caught in a line of clothes hanging before finally hitting the wall and falling horribly, when the two neutrals accidentally caught the plain body of the top of the Ark, without a thread.

Prancing..

The tiny body was hit by an iron armor hanger along with a line of clothes that were hanging. Until only a little part of his legs are visible with both hands waving into the air.

Arcs that clearly heard the commotion were immediately looking for where the direction of the sound was heard. Until the scattered chairs and clothes stopped his steps. There was a hand movement, making the bare-chested man pull apart the pile of clothes and find Seraut face covered in a disheveled mane with breathless.

"Zara" cried Arka as she believed that her wife's body had fallen and was covered in clothes.

Zara fell silent. Regulating the breath with the netra still tightly clenched.

The man also tidied up the tendrils of the mane child that covered his wife's face and held the tiny body in his car.

Zara, who was still trying to regain consciousness, gasped and felt her body swinging in a firm arm. But the net is completely rounded when the clear net begins to open. How not, her cheeks were right against her husband's chest without obstructions, and Zara realistically felt how the warm look on her husband's chest touched her cheeks.

Gosh darn. How's this. Not only did it topple over, I could even faint right now if it had to be this way.