Two Rings of the CEO

Warm Deck

Sam behind the wheel watched silently glance at the movement of the Master in the passenger seat through the glass. The man wearing a neat suit sighed softly while focusing his gaze forward. I don't know why his master has been going through so many changes lately. Since the presence of Zara who accidentally, to end up being the second wife of the Master, a little more able to change the flat and not talk much of the Master.

Sam pulled over the vehicle in the parking area of the three-story building that sells the most complete mobile phones and smartphones from various brands.

"Sir, we've arrived. Do you intend to choose it yourself for Miss?" The two of them had not yet moved from their seats.

Arka was silent for a moment. Profit and loss.

"Let me choose him, I know what kind of phone is right for my little wife." Arka grabs the car's door handle and exits before she even opens the door for him.

With his long legs, the towering tall man walked quickly towards where he wanted to be. Some of the guards immediately provide the best service when they know who the visitors are coming.

Sam, who was still supreme, walked quickly to chase after his master. He shakes his head in disbelief at what his two neutrals are seeing now. Arka looks excited, even to choose and buy objects that his master never did before.

"And what is it?" muttered sam to himself when his master chose the latest phone with pink color.

The master even put aside his embarrassment just to choose an object suitable for his wife.

Sam's getting closer, lining up his master.

"How is it, Zara must really like it" Arka said proudly while showing a pink phone with a diamond on one side.

Sam swallowed his saliva roughly. To be honest he answered considering that some female workers were staring at them.

"certainly Mr. Miss Zara must have liked her a lot." What an answer full of compulsion that was thrown from Sam's lips.

Arka smiled happily, and grabbed a wide card from inside her wallet. The shopkeeper carefully received it and shortly handed it back along with a medium-sized paper bag containing the phone he bought.

All the way to the car even after the iron horse started speeding through the city's nightlife, a smudging smile from the corner of the thinly-floated handsome man. He looked for a moment at the box in his hand, his smile growing. The beautiful face of his wife, floating in his mind.

"I can't wait to see him play the buttons of this pink phone with his tiny flickers." Arka chuckled, then gently rubbed her tired face.

Until the car entered the gate of the flower shop Arka was still smiling, but this time he seemed to regulate his breathing and set his heartbeat that was suddenly irregular when he was getting closer to the girl he loved.

Sam deftly opened the door for his Master. The happy face that had been shown by his employer was now turned nervous. Arka breathed deeply and cleared a few times before entering the main door of the flower shop.

Sam was all his strength to hold his lap, but he who was still standing next to the car was shocked by the presence of two security guards on duty.

"Mr Sam," said a guard.

"Is there anything that gentlemen are looking for these nights. Miss Anastasya was not in the store, either" added another guard.

"There's something we want to look for and this doesn't involve Miss Anastasya. You don't have to worry, I will take responsibility if there will be problems."

The two guards nodded, and invited Sam to come with Arka.

An unlocked flower shop door makes it easy for Arka to get inside. Not finding his wife on the ground floor, he walked up the connecting stairs to the second floor. The tired face sparkled for a moment when he found a tiny figure that was sought.

The tiny body with a knee-length pastel-colored house dres that looked fittingly wrapped around his body seemed to be standing on his back, and half wet hair that just melted away even occasionally swayed beautifully in rhythm with the movement of the hand that was holding the spatula.

Arka swallowed her rough saliva. The little body he always missed and always wanted to embrace.

"Zara," the man murmured softly and approached the wife who was cooking and hugged her from behind.

Zara who gasped almost screamed and hit someone who was holding her with a spatula, but the tight grip of a firm hand undoes her intentions and realizes who the owner of the arm is familiar to her.

"Master Arka!" peekit Zara's. "Why did you come here?" he asked again, half surprised.

Arka knitted her two eyebrows. His face lowered, aligned with his wife's face. "Why did I come here?" the man followed the wife's words. "Am I not your husband? Am I forbidden to see my own wife?" Arka drew her face closer to Zara. Until the tip of his nose hit the tip of his wife's tiny nose.

Zara began to waver and misbehave, there was almost no distance between the faces of the two. But the hand of the arka so warms his body. So there is no reason for him to refuse and instead look to enjoy it.