Two Rings of the CEO

Bad Thinking

The coming of the weekend does not make the flower shop girl laze. After all the work was done, Zara opened the drawer and grabbed the gift card of the husband stored in the place.

"Can I send money to Mom and Dad with this thing?" muttered Zara with a flickering black thin object.

The girl also remembered that her father had this kind of thing, but with a different color and pattern.

"What if I just ask you, sir

Hendro or another guard. Maybe they know more than I do."

The girl grabbed a bag of hers and put it on her shoulder. Lock the shop door first before meeting Hendro at the guard post.

Hendro and the other guards, put on their friendly smiles when a girl who was familiar to the four approached.

"Good morning gentlemen," Zara said with a faint smile on her lips.

"Good morning also Mba Zara," replied all the guards at the same time.

"Are you all busy? Can I have a minute?"

"What is Mba, is there something that Mba Zara needs?" ask the young trough-aged guard from the others.

"I want to ask you a minute." Zara opened her wallet and pulled out her unlimited card. "Can I use this card to send money to someone else?" connect the beautiful girl again.

Hendro and the three men stared at the card full of question marks. Because the card will only be owned by certain people. The socialites or someone from the upper class who glimmers treasures, but the card is now actually in the clutches of a small girl, the keeper of the flower shop.

"Is this Mba Zara's?" hendro asked half in doubt.

"Yes this is mine" Zara replied as she looked at the guards to make sure. "Can I use it sir?" ask the girl again.

The guard nodded. "Even Mba Zara can buy whatever she wants with this card." Hendro spoke with his index finger pointing at the limitless card given Arka.

"really? If so, can you take me for a minute?"

Hendro also nodded. Immediately to his motorbike parked not far from the post. Then put on a helmet and handed Zara another helmet for the girl to wear.

Hendro rode his bike at a moderate speed. The weekend makes the atmosphere of the streets not too crowded. The middle-aged man focused his gaze forward, towards where Zara wanted to be. Until not how long Hendro's motorbike pulled over in a building and turned off the engine.

"Mba Zara can make transactions in this place. O yes, does Zara have a remittance destination number?" hendro asked the beautiful girl he was with.

"Attent." Zara grabbed the thing from inside her bag. "I still keep this." Showing things like books and showing them to Hendro.

"Well, it's going to make things easier and has Mba Zara done this before? Do I need to help?" hendria said, offering himself up.

"No need sir. I've done this before and I hope I remember." Zara rushed into the room. Start making transactions carefully.

"Rather, how much money will I send?" muttered Zara seemed hesitant to press the nominal money to be sent.

Until finally the girl resigned and pressed a number that he thought was quite large.

"This much only. If Mr. Arka questions or even charges the money back, I can still repay him with my monthly salary from Miss." That's what Zara thought.

The girl walked out of the room with a big smile. Until Hendro was made to wonder, what the meaning of the smile was.

"Come sir, let's go home" Zara asked the middle-aged man waiting for her on the bike.

"What's the Mba?" said Hendro half-screamed considering both of them were wearing helmets.

"We stopped by for a while at the restaurant, sir," Zara pointed to a fast food restaurant not far from them.

"All right." Hendro pointed his motorbike towards the parking area. Zara rushed into the room, remembering that the day had begun to turn into daylight.

Zara came out with a few bags of food in both hands. The girl was appreciative, she was truly like a materialistic girl today.

It's okay, if I spend Mr. Arka's money to buy food.

Again Hendro's mind was filled with question marks, but the man asked a lot. Until the vehicle they were riding back to the ketoko, the two were not involved in the conversation.

"Sir, share this with the other guards." Zara held out two plastic bags of food from the three bags in her hand. "I'm sorry, I haven't had time to cook for you and your friends this morning" he continued.

Hendro was a little surprised but still accepted the meal happily.

"Thank you Mba Zara."

Zara was about to turn towards the store when a familiar-looking car entered the flower shop parking area.

The roar of the car engine came to a halt, a young man emerged from the open door.

Mr. Sam.

Zara approached the man who was her husband's bodyguard and personal assistant.

"Master Sam."

"Good day Miss" said Sam, bowing his head.

"Is there anything Mr Sam needs?" zara muttered half in whisper.

"Master asked me to pick up Miss."

Zara knitted her eyebrows together, "Pick me up?"

"Yes Miss. There are important things that you want to talk about, "sam replied loudly.

Glutton..

Zara swallows her saliva.

Whahuh? Why do I have to start repaying Mr. Arka's money that I've spent so soon.

Almost the little girl dropped the package of food from the clutches of her hands, but her consciousness was able to gather quickly and squeeze the bag even stronger.

"Let's Miss." Sam opened the car door for Zara.

Still gripping the food bag, the girl complied and entered the car before Sam gave the decree a second time.

From the tightly shut window, Zara was able to catch the faces of the four guards staring at the car until it disappeared questioningly. Whispering each other, trying to guess something that is happening.

Zara stared at the food pack in her hand. Since the morning he had not had time to eat anything, hoping by buying food from the gift card the husband was able to block his stomach which began to protest for filling. However, his hunger disappeared instantly with the arrival of Sam a few minutes ago. If time could be repeated, perhaps the girl would never use an Arka-given card for anything, rather than having to get into this kind of trouble.