Two Rings of the CEO

Abigail Surya Atmadja

An alarm clock lying on the nightstand of a room, jovially kicking creates noise in the room with someone still lying soundly on the bed. I don't know how long the alarm that was deliberately installed was roaring with excitement, but it did not make the occupants of the room feel disturbed.

Twenty minutes passed, the head of a girl emerged from the thick blanket that wrapped all over her body. Wiggling around, as if moving from the comfort he had been getting for a few hours. Thought of a small, red heart-shaped clock that might have been gasping tiredly blaring its tone and pressing a button until the noise disappeared instantly.

Huaamese..

Anastasya yawned widely, immediately he smothered his own mouth, be alert if at any time the insects enter his throat.

Smiling warmly, the girl with the irregular mane headed straight for the bathroom and cleaned herself up. After coming out of the bathroom was a cheerful smile still painted on her beautiful face. I don't know what makes him so happy.

Her regal body, now clad in a colorful stripe dress with only feet that increasingly make it look like a model. The mane that has been perfectly dry, he ties high to show the neck of his level.

After confirming her appearance was absolutely perfect, Anastasya grabbed the white-colored bag and tipped it on the shoulder.

The girl deliberately woke up sooner than usual, and when she went out of the room she made sure that her husband was still asleep. Walking slowly down the stairs, but he was surprised by the sudden appearance of Surti.

"Miss. You've been looking neat this early," Surti asked in a firm voice.

Anastasya who had been trying to settle down, immediately raised his index finger on the lips as a signal to make Surti silent.

Surti spontaneously smothered his mouth with both palms.

"Where does the lady want to go? Is it too early to work?" Surti, who is reluctant to get the Lord's emotional overflow if he neglects to keep Anastasya, always looks intimidating if the Nonanya is seen traveling outside the specified hours.

"I'm not going anywhere Bi. I just want to visit one place before the flower shop."

Surti semakian was anxious to hear the answer hanging from Nonanya.

"Miss wants to go somewhere first? My lady warned me not to visit that place anymore, sir will definitely be furious."

Anastasya just chuckled at what face Surti now.

"Just calm down, this time I can be sure if it will not make my husband angry," replied Anastasya lightly without burden.

"But Miss," Surti pityed his employer.

"I'm just going to get grieving, and I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

The cloudy-faced Surti was starting to look bright. "But Miss won't lie?" Surti is not that easy to feel confident with Anastasya. Because it has been countless and is said often Anastasya easily fooled Surti with a thousand reasons he has.

"Alright if Miss wants to be grieved. I can't prevent it either."

Anastasya looks happy and rushes towards the garage, where his pink car is parked neatly.

*****

Anastasya drove the vehicle at medium speed. The road is quite quiet and the vehicles that pass are not crowded enough to remember the day is fairly early in the morning. Anastasya, who was arranging the steering wheel, occasionally glanced at the passenger seat through the glass. The girl's lips flashed a smile as she found something she was looking for in the passenger seat. A bouquet of lily that he had assembled last night, occasionally swaying in rhythm with the speed of the vehicle that Anastasya drove.

Until the car pulled over on the sidewalk. Not to forget Anastasya grabbed a bouquet of Lily flowers and brought them in a broom. The towering fences and well-maintained grass show the identity of the Atmadja family's special feeding grounds and relatives.

The raging feeling often comes when his feet begin to step on the reddish soil with dozens of tombs there. Sad, happy, and deep longing. Anastasya approached a tomb and sat down in front of him. The tiny pusara reads Abigail Surya Atmadja, becoming a female port place named Anastasya to spill all her feelings.

Slowly he rubbed the navel with a bottle of clean water and kissed it gently. The crystal circle pours profusely when looking at the name of a deceased boy who had already faced the creator.

"Dear Assalamualaikum," said Anastasya lirih and put a bouquet of flowers that he brought on the side of the navel. "Sorry, I'm late. I miss Abi a lot, but I know, Abi must also miss Mom a lot."

Anastasya rubbed again the navel gently. "Did Abi know? I'm married to a good girl by Mom's choice, fulfilling a promise I once said to Abi." Anastasya tried hard and wiped away the tears, removing the trace of sadness. "Maybe I was wrong, asking your new mother to come into our lives. But I really wanted Arka's father's happiness, by marrying the girl he really loved."

Kiss the navel again gently, still pouring out all the complaints regardless of the surroundings.

"Mother promised to bring your new mother here and bring her to meet Abi. Abi darling would be happy." Anastasya biting his lower lip crabbed, holding a clear circle in his net cracker.

"Dear baby, I have to go home soon. Sorry, can not accompany Abi linger. But once again I promise, in the next few days I'll definitely be back."

"Assalamualaik."

Anastasya stared at his son's navel for quite a while. Longing, in fact, is still overflowing, but he is aware, like the sincere feeling of releasing his son one year ago so much must be felt until now. Strive to accept all that is divinely destined. So that his life would feel calmer.

The swipe and kiss he gave as a farewell greeting. Get up and start walking away from the cemetery. Walk on the sidewalk where the car is parked.

Anastasya spread his gaze around. His lips smiled knotfully, staring at the quiet streets without vehicles passing by. It was here and there that he met an angel like Zara in answer to her prayers.

Perhaps God did answer all of Mother's prayers, through Zara's mother, Abi.

Anastasya was still reluctant to enter his car. Silence was fixated on the street that became a silent witness, where a girl named Azzara, willing to sacrifice her life, for her sake.