Two Rings of the CEO

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Caged in a gold cage. Although all the luxuries he could easily get, but Zara did not like the life in his path at this time. The girl smiled bitterly, but at least this won't last long. Mr. Arka has allowed him to return to the flower shop in a few days. Perhaps it would have been better, before Miss Anastasya felt tormented for longer if the three of them had stayed under the same roof.

Still holding a black card given by Arka, Zara turned around to go to the room, but the existence of Surti who was standing behind immediately undoes his intentions.

Still in the same fashion, the middle-aged woman smiled at the morning sun.

"Does Miss want to go around for a minute? Maybe then she won't get bored." Surti understood that Zara was very lonely. No friends to share and complain about. To give a consolation offer, it might make him not feel bored.

The sweet girl's face was sparkling with pleasure. "really? Sure Auntie's gonna line up?" ask the girl impatiently.

"certain Miss. Whatever Miss wants, I will definitely grant."

Zara clapped her hands cheerfully, "Wait a minute, I'll save this first." Showing the thin object and running towards the stairs as a connection of the ground floor with the upper floor.

"No need to run Miss, you can fall! You can even get one of the servants to keep it." Surti's greeting was only considered wind then by Zara. Because, Nonanya has now increasingly left it and can be sure his voice is not reachable to the senses of hearing Nonanya.

For Surti, the existence of Zara in the Arka residence gives its own color in the life of his parents and the entire house. The cheerful innocent girl was always polite and appeared as is without covering her background as a girl with no possession.

The step of the shoes touching the floor again sounded, the girl again brought her cheerful smile.

"Auntie I'm ready" Zara said in her soft voice.

"Let's Miss." Using a hand signal, Surti allowed Zara to walk first, but without the middle-aged woman guessing, Zara's tiny hand was trying to grab Surti's hand and hold her.

"Miss, don't do it" Surti refused and tried to remove the link between his hands.

"What's wrong, Bi. After all, no one will see us." Zara looked at the wrinkled, dull hands tightly and walked hand in hand.

The first room they went to was the family library. From the second conversation, Zara had expressed her desire to return to continue higher education. Until the library is the right solution enough to increase Zara's knowledge in the future.

Zara was flabbergasted and unceasingly amazed. Spacious library with thousands of books with thicknesses and covers of various colors neatly arranged in dozens of lined shelves. Impatient girl who always looks beautiful even without makeup is quickly approaching the shelf and read one by one the title listed on the front cover of the book.

Feeling that nothing is interesting, because most of the books belonging to Arka only contain all kinds of businesses and various types of books that are not at all the girl understands. The longer he walked, until he was unconsciously on a bookcase on his right side there was a sofa that looked comfortable, but a treasure seemed to have just been obtained. How not, the yak shelf closest to the sofa is a shelf that holds so many novels with various genres.

"Auntie! I found a lot of novels here." cried Zara with a face sparkling with pleasure.

Surti approaching. "Pick whichever novel you like."

Without answering, Zara grabbed a novel with an interesting title and landed her body on the sofa.

Zara was heard mumbling, reading novel sheets and occasionally smiling as if the book she was reading was indeed interesting.

"Auntie, does Mr Arka often spend his time in this place?" Zara looked up, looked at Surti for a while and continued reading his book again.

"No Miss, sir is too busy for this kind of thing" Surti replied.

Zara poked her lips, "It's a pity, but this place is very pleasant, then anyone who often meng--

The girl was unable to continue her sentence as her gaze was fixed on the large photo album array that was stuck on the wall.

Rushing the girl got up from her position and approached the wall that was so stealing her attention. Of the many photos, Zara is fixated on the picture that is closest to her, where the wedding photo is already displayed nicely with a gold frame. The girl also breathed deeply. Such a beautiful moment, where Mr. Arka landed a warm kiss on his forehead. Even that incident was still clear in his mind.

Shift on the photo on the other side. Either what kind of facial expression the girl showed when finding a wedding photo Arka and Anastasya also lined up neatly with the same figura. At the bottom of the photo is clearly written the date, month and year of the wedding.

It was about two years ago.

The couple smiled happily by showing each other the wedding book on the floor. But there is a striking sight, which makes Zara more curious. Anastasya's stomach looks bloated, not worth the rest of the body is slender.

The girl turned her body, looking at Surti who was ready to standby behind her. It was clearly written if the young girl was eager to ask.

"Auntie, may I ask you a question?" doubt Zara put it.

"Ask me Miss. As long as I can still answer, I will definitely answer," said surti and walked closer to her Nonan.

"Why does Miss Anastasya's stomach look bloated? Is ---

Doubt Zara continued her words.

Surti still smiled softly. "Sorry Miss, it's beyond my capacity as a butler to be able to answer Miss's question. Miss can ask Mr or Miss Anastasya directly.

Whahuh? Zara was a little disappointed, and looked back at the photo.

Did Miss get pregnant before marriage? Where is their baby now?

A pile of question marks filled the head of the little girl, but as much as he could keep her tightly closed. If asking was futile, Surti would have been reluctant to answer. Until now his eyes shifted on the other side of the wall.

Zara was lured to get closer. The corner of his lips formed a faint smile. A family photo, of a middle-aged man and woman, posing with their daughter's pair of sons.

"Auntie, is this a picture of Mr Arka's family?"

"They look very happy." It was clear how a smile was engraved on his fourth face.

"But it was a photo a few years ago Miss," Surti replied.

"Why? Whether it was then or now, it must be the same. They still look happy." Without looking at Surti, Zara remained glued to the beautiful faces in the picture figures.

Surti breathed deeply. "Unfortunately, the great sir and the young Miss are already back in the creator's arms."

"What?" Zara gasped, and swallowed her saliva heavily. "Father and Brother Mr. Arka has died," continued the girl again by staring at the sad face surti.

Again surti nagging but reluctant to make a sound.

"What happened to them?"

...They died in an accident....

"Sorry, this is beyond my capacity to answer Miss. You can make-

"Enough, I will ask Mr. Arka myself. But not anytime soon."

I don't know why now the middle-aged woman's face looks sad. As if remembering the heavy burden that was once borne by this house.

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It was almost midnight when Sam's car entered the main gate. The tired face is clearly drawn on Arka and Sam when they both go down the vehicle they are riding.

"Rest Sam" asked Arka to his personal assistant's bodyguard.

"You must also rest, Sir" said Sam, bowing his head to his Master.

Surti who stood at the line of servants quickly took the bag and suit from his master's hand.

"Come with me, there's something I want to talk about" Arka told Surti, who had walked into her study.

"Okay sir" replied the middle-aged woman.

Arka landed her body and leaned on the swivel chair with a gaze turned upwards. The door of the room opened without a sound, Surti appeared with a cup of warm drink in his right hand.

"Please sir." Surti landed a warm cup of tea with a puff of smoke curling over that beautiful swirl on his master's desk.

"Thank you so much, sit down." Arka pointed to a piece of quartz in his hadao which was only blocked by the Ark's workbench.

Surti nodded and slowly began to land his body in the chair that his Master had appointed.

"What Zara's been doing all day. Whether he feels bored or just happy," asked arka full of curiosity.

"Many Monsieurs. Starting from the library room, front garden and fish pond in the back. Miss looks so happy." replied Surti with sparkling netra.

Arka was a little surprised. "Library? Zara also entered the library?"

"Yes Sir. Miss had a little story to tell if she wanted to continue her education that had been interrupted. Therefore I brought him to the library where many books of science belonging to the Master are stored."

"Then, did Zara get a look--at-

"Sorry Mister. When I haven't found the right book, Miss keeps looking until she finds the photo on the wall." Surti bowed deeply, realizing his mistake.

"Did my wife ask a lot about the pictures to Auntie?"

Surti tried to hold his head up, staring at his master. "It seems Miss Zara does have a lot of questions, but I always answer if it is not my capacity to be able to answer her questions. I also had time to give advice if Miss Zara better ask everything to the Master for more clarity," said Surti.

Arka let out a sigh of relief, "Good go. At least I'll answer if my wife really wants to ask me." The man smiled faintly, his wife was indeed innocent and innocent, but he also had a great curiosity regarding his life.

*****

The door is accidentally unlocked from the inside, making it easier for Arka to be able to enter his tiny wife's room. Stepping without a sound, the man found his wife's slumbering body with blankets and bolted pillows in the arms. Arka approached on the lip of the bed and looked at his wife's face for quite a while. The plain face was beautiful without makeup. Thick eyebrows, sharp nose, reddish tiny lips and white cheeks that contain increasingly add to the beauty of the girl who was asleep in the cradle of the dream.

Why does my wife look so sweet.

It felt reluctant to move, but he also had to quickly clean up and rest to recover his energy.

Stepping heavily towards the bathroom. She took off all her clothes and poured her body with warm water. Shower drops are so soothing when they start touching the head and skin. Once felt enough, Arka quickly ended the bathing ritual and dried the body and hair with a towel. Pull some clothes out of the closet and put them on.

Still walking silently, the fresher looking Arka returned to the room and approached his sleeping wife again. There was a twinkling of warmth as it lingered staring at the sweet girl's peaceful face. Her soft lips look so sweet and blotchy. Arka leaned his face and landed a kiss on his wife's forehead briefly and rubbed the top of his head gently. The girl was slightly disturbed, but only changed her sleeping position to make it more comfortable.

Not wanting to further act, Arka distanced her body and sat on a sofa that she often used to unwind. Supporting his head with a pillow, Arka had already stretched his body and pulled the blanket up to his waist.

As if his wife's face has its own charm magnet, he was reluctant to take his eyes off his wife's face for a second. Until the two neutrals began to feel heavy, then he got rid of the face, even with compulsion.