Two Rings of the CEO

Equal Facilities

Why he had to enter at the wrong time and situation. This is what Zara showed for herself. The pain he felt, was not worth the shame that had to be borne.

"Is anything painful?" That's the first sentence Arka said when laying his wife's body on the bed.

Zara shook her head, and was still reluctant to open her net.

"You okay?" There was a trace of worry from the man's tone.

I'd be fine if you still didn't wear clothes.

Peering a little from the corner end of the net, faintly drawn if Arka still remains wearing a towel without a top. Zara then closed her net with a meeting again.

"Sir, please put on clothes, if you don't want to be late for work." Zara said still with her net tightly clenched.

A few seconds Arka was still standing while digesting the meaning of the words of his little wife. Without saying, he left the wife to walk in closet, then wore a neat suit and a tie that was coiled in his shirt.

Zara who faintly heard her footsteps move away, slowly began to dare to open her little by little neutrality. Realizing that there was no one with her, the girl got up and touched the painful part of her waist.

His tiny hand tried to massage slowly the body part that had been jolted to the floor without warning. Grimacing stifled, Zara bit her lower lip withstanding the intense pain in the area behind her body.

"How, is there any part of your body that hurts?" Arka approached and touched Zara's shoulders and arms gently, making sure that she was in good shape.

Zara brushed off her husband's hand that was clinging to her soft arm, not intending to refuse but still accepting a touch or something considering the marriage relationship they lived solely according to Anastasya's wishes. Zara herself was hesitant and believed that Arka was in this relationship also on the basis of compulsion. So she refused to expect more from her husband.

"No, my master is fine. After all, I had fallen for being surprised."

"Are you sure?" Arka looked at his wife's body from head to toe, but found no scars there. "The sound of the impact was loud enough, I was afraid that you would deliberately endure the pain and not want to tell me."

Zara swallowed her rough saliva. Why did Mr. Arka know. "My master's fine, look at this." Zara moved her entire body like a jiggle. Although he held with all his might the pain in his waist. "There's no problem, no" he continued and stopped his body movements after feeling tired of swaying.

"Well, if you don't feel pain." Arka stared at the circular watch on his wrist and then looked at his wife. "We should go downstairs and have breakfast. It's day and I'm going to the office."

Zara just nodded. Arka walked first and followed by his wife behind him. Arka's long legs make it easier for her to walk faster, while Zara's tiny legs seem to have trouble chasing her husband's steps further away from her.

Zara smiled when she found some of her work's breakfast menu arranged nicely on the dining table. Arka sat in a chair she used to occupy, while Zara again occupied the seat on the left side of her husband.

"Good morning everyone. I'm sorry I'm late" said Anastasya, who had just joined her in a neat dress, and was sitting on the right side of her husband.

"Auntie," called Anastasya to the two maids standing in the corner of the room. The two servants approached and began to prepare food on Anastasya's plate. But when another servant approached Arka, the man refused.

"Let Zara do it for me" Arka said firmly until the servant looked frightened and took a few steps away with his head bowed.

Zara gasps. I feel very uncomfortable being in a position like this. If you can choose, the girl will be more pleased if Anastasyalah who took a big role to serve the husband as his first wife.

The girl was still silent, though Arka wanted her service. Doubtful looking at Anastasya in front of him, but not the annoyed face or cynical look he got. Anastasya smiled happily and winked at the net, as if to signal that she did not mind her husband's request.

"Zara's."

"Old Dad!" Zara then took a few slices of sandwiches into the dish, along with a salad of vegetables and a glass of carrot orange juice right in front of her husband.

Silent. There was only the clinking of plates and spoons colliding with a breaker of silence. Arka is seen enjoying every bite of a sandwich that goes into his mouth, as well as Anastasya.

"Bi Surti," called Arka with his baritone voice which made the surti quickly approach.

"Yes, sir."

Glug.

Zara and Surti swallowed their hard-earned salivaries with their eyes closed to each other. Not wanting Surti to feel the impact of his stubbornness, the girl quickly admitted to doing so.

"I've cooked it, sir, sorry if it doesn't taste as good as the cooks in your house. Don't blame Bi Surti and the Chefs, because I'm the one who forced." Bowed in, Zara did not even dare to just hold her head up.

"You cooked it?" murmurs can't believe Arka said it, but he immediately recalled the incident some time ago at the flower shop when Zara served a bowl of soup that he could afford to spend because it felt right in his mouth.

"Yes sir, forgive me." Zara still looked down.

"No problem, continue your breakfast" Arka told Zara.

Zara began to chew her breakfast again even with trembling hands. While Arka looked at Surti with a questionable look, Surti, who had known her Master for a long time, seemed to understand the meaning of the gaze. The middle-aged woman only smiled full of happiness and occasionally nodded in response.

******

Anastasya and Arka walked together towards the main house exit. As usual, Anastasya still occasionally visit the store even if just to monitor. While Arka was getting ready to go to the office together with Sam who was standing waiting for him at the side of the car.

From a distance, Anastasya kissed the back of her husband's hand before moving out of the house. Zara who was just staring from a distance hesitated to approach, and was about to turn towards her room, but Arka's soft voice, was heard saying her name.

"Zara, come here" he said, extending his right hand.

The girl approached. Although he does not know for sure what his name is called.

Arka opened the wallet in the back pocket of her pants, grabbed a card and gave it to Zara.

"This is for you. Take it," he said.

Zara observes the black card, but the sweet is reluctant to grab it.

"It's a credit card with no limits. You can use it for your needs as well as your parents."

My parents?. "But I don't think I need it yet, sir." Without me asking for anything, all the needs until my food is enough, sir. Then why use this kind of thing for me, sir.

Arka breathed deeply. "You have become my wife, it is my obligation to provide for your needs as a husband, including financing the lives of both parents. Like Anastasya who got all the living facilities from me, so did you. There's no difference between the two of you. You have wives who have become the cries of my life." explained Arka with full warning.

The girl nodded and accepted the thin object and then grabbed it.

"I'm going to work. If you're bored, pick a surti to take you around or go to any room you like in this house." Arka rubbed Zara's shoulders gently. He knew enough that his little wife felt lonely in a house that was still unfamiliar to him.

"Don't wait for me, as usual, I'll be home late at night when all my work is done."

The girl nodded, her clear netra staring at her husband's netra. Arka's tall body towering, far different from Zara's tiny and only as high as her chest.

"I'm going to go. Take good care of yourself, and stay home." Arka had rubbed the top of Zara's head gently before turning to leave his wife.

"Be careful on the road" Zara said in her soft voice, with a warm smile before entering the car.

Hand lambaian becomes a separator between the two, accompanied by the roar of the car engine that increasingly away from the main house.

Zara stared at the car carrying her husband and disappeared at the main gate. Then he looked at a card given by the husband in his hand.

You even remember my parents, sir. But will my parents accept your presence as my husband.