Two Rings of the CEO

Vacationing

Zara began to blink slowly as the morning sun peeked out from the sidelines of the glass window with the curtain slipping slightly open. Want to feel stretched, stretch his body muscles but something very heavy feels difficult to move.

Why is my body so hard to move.

The girl also blinked several times to collect her consciousness, until the net was completely opened perfectly, then the girl began to realize the situation.

What, hands? Whose hand is this?

A pair of sturdy muscular hands with three times the size of his tiny hands, coiled strong and so protective. The girl also seems to have difficulty turning around and ascertaining who the owner of the body of someone who is holding it tightly.

Zara was stunned when her gaze was fixed on the circular object on the man's ring finger. A ring that is no stranger to Zara.

The same ring as me. Could it be that Lord Arka who was sleeping and hugged me tightly until it felt as hard as this.

Zara stared at the sofa her husband used to unwind and sleep on, but the sofa was now empty. The girl swallowed her rough saliva, but also enjoyed a warm embrace that felt very comfortable. Not hurt but protect.

Given the time that continued to run and day, Zara began to try to release the strong grip on her body slowly and carefully not to wake her husband.

Unexpectedly, the man was so sensitive even though only a little movement was sourced on his wife's body. The handsome man woke up as Zara began to shift her body.

"Zara, where are you going?" tanyanya with netra still tightly clenched.

Nawat, get me caught.

"When it's noon, sir, I have to start packing. Wouldn't you also work?" Still maintaining its position with half the body raised.

"Come here, it's the weekend. I still want to hug you" the yellow-skinned man said, not wanting to get rejected.

Zara, who was about to rise, abandoned her intentions and returned in the close embrace of her husband. Not comfortable if again turned back, the girl also chose to look at the face of her husband who was still half asleep.

Arka rubbed Zara's small back gently and then held her again until the girl's face was immersed in the chest of her field.

"Zara, do you know? It's so fun." Arka freely kissed the mane and rubbed the tip of his nose on the girl's head gently.

For a newlywed like me, this is fun. But for Master who has been married for many years, maybe he is very used to feeling this kind of thing.

"Yes, sir," the girl replied softly despite being honestly embarrassed to say it.

"What if we spend the weekend on vacation?" ask Arka while lowering his gaze to reach out to his wife's face.

Zara looked up, looking at her husband until the two clung to each other.

"Vacation?" Zara knitted her eyebrows together looking thoughtful.

Arka smiled and softly sucked his wife's cheeks. "Yes, you could say some sort of lightning holiday. Make the best use of your time as possible. I already have one place as our holiday destination" said Arka softly and brought back Zara's tiny body in her arms.

*******

Arka and Zara were sitting on a sofa and enjoying a glass of fruit juice and a sandwich prepared by the waiters. Both of them chose to have breakfast in the room before heading to a place for a vacation.

The handsome arc with the white non-formal shirt and black material pants make it look relaxed and mature. The mane is still half wet, neatly combed backwards, of course, on the order of the wife.

While Zara looks beautiful with a plain white dress with a sabrina arm as the knee.

"Sir, you don't want to take Miss Anastasya?" Doubt Zara said it, only this was too uncomfortable because it did not bring Anastasya with them.

"No, we'll just be the two of us. If it's a weekend, Anastasya will spend her time shopping and indulging."

Whatisthis? Aren't they husband and wife? But why don't you care about each other.

The girl fell silent and started to finish her breakfast. Bi Surti also seemed to enter the room and arrange all the equipment in several suitcases. Zara asked a lot of questions, the girl chose to be quiet until breakfast and a glass of juice in front of her.

******

Sam's car is moving through the hustle and bustle of the city streets. Vehicles keep racing fast after time. The bustling street now turned lengthened as thirty minutes drove by. Shady trees and fresh air greeted them in the morning.

I don't know what kind of place Arka has prepared. Zara complied without asking much.

"Are you tired?" asked Arka when she found his wife's face that looked not excited.

"No Sir. Is the journey still long?"

Arka smiled warmly and took his wife's hand and kissed her softly.

"Not my wife, we'll be there soon. If you're tired, come here. I can hold you," seduced Arka with her words. Zara was embarrassed, because Sam is now setting the steering wheel in the front seat. While Arka without shame always just stained with her soft words.

"No sir, thank you. I don't feel tired" Zara refused for a moment and was only met with a smile by her husband.

The cars they ride far away leave the city. Replacing with cold weather and shady trees. Zara, who seemed to be enjoying the trip, rounded up her net of disbelief.

"Arka smiled and nodded, "Are you happy?"

Zara was unable to cover her happiness. Every now and then the little girl beleaguered with happy hands as a burst of happiness.

"Like it very much." The girl opened the car glass wide enough that the beach breeze caressed her skin and black mane.

Before long the car pulled over in the ranks of buildings that are close to the beach. The building is quite spacious rustic facing directly with the beach and the stretch of sand.

"Sir, are we going on vacation in this place?" said Zara while enjoying the beauty of the surrounding nature.

"Truly wife. We'll spend the night in this place." Arka took his wife's hand and led her into the villa with white paint.

Sam deftly lowered some of the master's luggage into the Villa. As if not to bother, the young man in a long light blue shirt rushed away after completing his task.

Zara was constantly amazed. The villa building is not too luxurious but still elegant and comfortable. The glass window that was covered by the thin curtain also seemed to meander beautifully in the rhythm of the breeze that was blowing lightly.

The girl stood between the open windows, enjoying the beach from a distance. Arka who realized was fast approaching and hugged him from behind.

"You seem to like it very much" Arka murmured and lowered his gaze to look at the wife's face.

Zara who gasped froze for a while. She was not used to her husband's spontaneous treatment.

"I-iya Sir. The beach looks so beautiful" she replied slightly.

"What if we sit on the porch. There we can see the open ocean and the waves chasing each other," Arka bargained with index finger leads to two rattan chairs located on the front porch.

The girl did not refuse and followed the steps of Arka with her hands interlocked.

A waitress carrying a tray of two young coconuts without being asked when both were on the terrace staring at the open sea.

"Thank you" Zara told the waiter.

The waiter smiled and bowed his head before leaving.

Young coconut served so delicious and refreshing when starting to greet the throat is almost dry. If Zara is seen enjoying the panorama around and easy coconut that is being gulped, but not on Arka, her husband. The man was not interested in anything around him, other than his wife's face. Without blinking, the man with the thin sideburn looked at his wife fixedly.

"Zara, do you know why I married you?" Still not blinking.

The girl looked away and looked at her husband.

"I know Mr."

"What color?" ask Arka.

"Color request Miss Anastasya. You also must know that." replied Zara lightly, although honestly her heart felt sliced when the girl revealed her reality.

Arka chuckled, "It turns out you're so innocent and insensitive."

"I mean Sir?" Zara knitted her eyebrows together, seemingly thinking and not accepting her husband's words.

The man sighed deeply, "To be honest I had already put some flavor on you before Anastasya's threat took place."

Zara fell silent, she could not easily believe the words of a man who married her just because she had to.

"Sir, can I ask you something?" Curiosity is so great, apparently he can no longer afford it.

"Ask me. I'll answer it."

Good. Here's time.

"I accidentally found a wedding photo of Mr and Miss Anastasya in the library." Arka looked serious and became a good listener. "But there's one thing I want to know."

"About what?" Arka grabbed Zara's fingers and gripped her tightly.

"Miss's stomach looks bloated, is Miss married to Mister pregnant?"

Arka nodded as if confirming.

"Is the baby the son of the Master?" doubt Zara asked.

"Yes, he's my son." replied Arka loudly without hesitation.

Degs...

Why is this reality so painful. I was able to prepare myself to accept this reality. Realize you are Zara, you are nothing but a sacred marriage relationship between a couple who are forced to drag you into their lives.