Two Rings of the CEO

Cell phones

Time stopped turning. For a while the beautiful girl dimpled the cheek was silent, as well as set the answer that he thought was most appropriate to not leave suspicion in the mind of his best friend.

"I accidentally met Miss Anastasya's husband on the road, so her personal driver took the initiative to give me a ride." Zara hesitated to return the sharp gaze of the friend who looked so intimidating to her.

The girl named Kiara knitted her eyebrows together, half-thinking.

"Why can the moment fit like that? Miss is still not even coming to this flower shop," said Kiara while still looking to think.

So Miss hasn't come yet, or she didn't come on purpose.

Zara thought hard, because the friend will not stop looking for it with a lot of questions before his best friend really understands. Until diverting the topic of conversation, it is considered to be the most appropriate way out.

"Hey, how's the store doing for the few days I've been staying and who's been chipping things up?" Zara as much as possible covered her nervousness with a smile that expanded on her lips.

Kiara fell silent. "You're trying to shift the direction of the conversation? What am I asking and what is your answer." The girl clucked and shook her head several times.

"But since you're my best friend, I understand all of your disrespectful behavior" Kiara teased her lips. "You take it easy, Miss Anastasya has prepared well. Starting from the cleanliness of the shop and the food of the guards. There's nothing to worry about. If you are still tired after a few hours trip from the village, you can rest and rest first for today." continued the girl later.

Miss Anastasya has indeed prepared everything very carefully.

"But I feel uncomfortable with Miss. Will he not be angry with me" Zara said as if asking for consideration.

"I'm not comfortable what, isn't your hometown far enough away? There will be no harm if today you rest first. I'm sure, if Miss Anastasya had known, she wouldn't have been angry." Kiara raised her tone slightly, to convince the girl who was with her.

"Is it really okay?" ask Zara again.

Kiara clucked. "Gosh, you still don't believe it either. Is it necessary that I ask her directly to Miss," Kiara snapped with restraining resentment.

"No-no. Okay, I trust you," Zara replied quickly.

"Well, what are you waiting for. Rest there," Kiara said while her gaze was fixed on the connecting stairs upstairs.

In order to get the chatter from her best friend, the little girl walked quickly down the stairs to the second floor where the room she used to be.

Zara opened the doorknob and closed it again. Looking around, the room he had left for a few days. Rubbing her face with both palms, the girl sat down and leaned against the corner of the bed.

Starting from the intention to visit the residence of Nonanya by carrying a bouquet of flowers, it was night to bring her to a strange problem that should not be borne by the girl.

Crystal circles point from the point of the clear net, how the marriage began from compulsion, but after a few days passed, the girl sensed that there was something invisible in her heart that was growing more and more as time went on.

But again the girl realized, Arka was not worthy of her love. Anastasyah is the more entitled and worthy to be with him.

The girl crawled towards the bed and laid her body in a soft mattress that made her comfortable. Pulling the blanket up to the neck, staring at the ceiling of the room that visualizes the shady face of someone who is smiling towards him. In the wake of her crying, the girl smiled bitterly and chanted a name until the girl slowly lulled into dreamland.

Carcass....

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Arka stared at the watch perched on his left wrist, the time was already showing at 05:00 in the afternoon. A private secretary handed over the last file that his Master signed for today.

"Is there still something to sign" asked Arka who was seriously staring at the sheet of paper in her hand.

"Already Sir. This is the last file you need to sign" the secretary replied firmly.

"All right."

"Okay, I'm sorry sir." The man bowed his head and left the CEO's room with the map in his hand.

Arka sighed deeply and leaned her body on the back of her comfortable swivel chair.

Why I miss my little wife so much.

Arka smiled faintly, recalling some of the lightning holiday's beautiful moments that were still clearly imprinted in her memory.

One hand grabbed a remote object and pressed a button. Before long the door of the room opened faintly, and a well-built man emerged from the gray-painted door.

"Good afternoon, sir. Is there something you need?" Sam who was always on standby was approaching.

"I miss Zara," Arka replied blatantly.

So just to say that you call me, sir.

"Can't you call Miss Zara if you miss her." Sam offers a solution.

The Master thought for a moment and said, "But I don't keep the phone number."

Whahuh? Sam was confused.

"Sam, do you have Zara's cell phone number?" ask Arka with hopeful eyes.

If you don't keep it, let alone me.

"Tida Sir. I don't keep it either."

Arka looks disappointed, visible from the look of her face that began to change.

"Then how can I contact him?"

ask Arka again. The man was already starting to get angry.

Sam did not immediately answer, he turned his brain to find a brilliant idea.

"Master can call Miss Anastasya's florist phone. Doesn't Miss Zara live there?"

The two Ark netra sparkled instantly hearing the reply that was spoken from Sam's lips. Her joy was overflowing, like finding the most precious treasure of her life.

Sam deftly grabbed the office phone and dialed a contact number. A few seconds call connected. An impatient arc immediately grabbed the phone and pointed it to the left.

Hope anxiously waiting for a voice answer from across, but unfortunately the call first disconnected before it could be heard the crunchy voice of the idol.

"Why not lift" said arka half furious as if to slam the phone in his hand.

Sam sighed deeply and drew closer to the Master.

"What if once again, maybe Miss is in the bathroom or in the kitchen," replied Sam to calm down his Master.

"I tried." Arka pushed the contact back again. Resist the growling that begins to spread throughout the body.

In the third ring, the soft voice of a girl made the almost frustrated man instantly have a bright face.

"Hello Zara, why did you pick up the phone for so long?"

"I fell asleep Sir, sorry"

"No problem. Zara I haven't saved your phone number, can you name it now?"

"Mobile number?"

"Yes. I forgot to ask you."

"But Sir."

"Why? Don't you want to give it to your own husband?"

"It's not like that, it's just."

"Why only?"

"Just, I don't have your cell phone."

"What's? Why didn't you ever say that?"

"Sir never asked, where might I say it."

"Gosh, okay. I'll get you a cell phone." Arka ended her chanting, leaving a faint smile on the corner of her lips. Inexhaustible with the behavior of the wife who increasingly makes him crazy.