Two Rings of the CEO

Meeting With Mother-in-Law

The black car began to enter the main gate, getting closer to the Arkana residence courtyard of Surya Atmadja. Zara felt her entire body tremble, more than the first time she came to this luxurious mansion. His heartbeat was racing faster than before until the little girl looked more agitated.

The car engine stopped, Sam opened the door for him.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Sam," said Zara after descending the iron horse.

The young man bowed his head. "I'm sorry, miss. It would be better if he admitted me without adding Master. Remember Miss is my superior and I am Miss's subordinate." Sam tries to explain his position to Zara, who for the man does not feel comfortable with the title.

"So I have to tell you who you are" asked Zara half-understood.

"Enough Sam. Like sir call me." With a gesture of hand Sam asked Nonanya to quickly enter the house.

As usual, a row of female servants greeted her happily. Surti approached the Nonanya and bowed his head.

"Good day Miss" said the middle-aged woman.

"Siang Bi Surti and the other servants." Zara looked at the waiter one by one and gave him a warm smile, as warm as the morning sun.

"Let's Miss. Master and Miss Anastasya are already waiting in the living room." Surti stared at the package in Zara's hand. "Miss, let me take him," Surti pleaded.

The girl looked down, staring at the package of food. "No need to Bi, let me. After all, this is nothing," Zara gently refused.

Surti also guided Nonanya's steps towards the middle room. I don't know why the rumble on the chest of the little girl is getting irregular. Even cold sweat was slowly dripping at his temple.

The second step stopped as soon as it entered the room. Several pairs of eyes that were talking seriously, immediately looked at Surti and Zara together. The girl swallowed her heavy salivary and squeezed her bag.

What's this. This is my fault until everyone wants to judge me.

The girl also bowed her head politely and greeted the owner of the house one by one.

"Good morning sir, Miss, and Nyo.nya." Zara catches a beautiful middle-aged female figure, sitting with Arka and Anastasya.

"Come, and sit down" said Mirah without a smile and pointed at the empty sofa on her left side.

Zara approached, grabbed the middle-aged woman's hand and kissed the back of her hand before landing her body on the sofa.

Mirah was stunned for a moment, then looked at the girl who still looked confused.

"Include me, I am Mirah mother of Arkana Surya Atmadja, your husband" said the middle-aged woman by pressing the word at the end of the sentence.

Whahuh? So this is your mother, sir. Stupid me, if only I knew if using the card would have long tail to reach the god's table. For God's sake, I'd rather throw it away than keep it.

Zara smiled bitterly, and looked at the husband and Anastasya who were silent and spoke nothing.

"Then what's your name, little girl?" asked Mirah with a sharp look.

The little girl seemed to tremble, her face that had looked down now she dared to stare firmly at the mother of her husband.

"I, Mrs Zara."

"Then mention the names of your parents, the place where you live, and don't forget your parents' work."

Everyone in the room was shocked. Even Mirah was stifled.

"Why? Isn't he my son-in-law? I just want to know the origin of the girl my son married without asking me for permission first" said Mirah, who felt most right.

"But Mother seemed to be cornering my wife. If you want to blame someone, then I'm the most guilty of this." Arka did not accept if his mother seemed to hate his beloved wife.

Anastasya chose silence. His position was now completely unfavorable to him. Wanting to admit a mistake, but it was the same as him drowning his body in the suction mud. Until silence according to the safest way.

Mirah's gaze was fixed on something that was within Zara's lap.

"What package are you holding?"

Zara wavers, "I-this is nothing, ma'am. It's just that I forgot to leave it in the car earlier." The girl was also bowed in. This is what he feared the most all along. Entering the life of a person is like an inner torment to him. There will be more pain than happiness. That's how he thinks.

"Bi Surti."

"Yes Madam," Surti replied as he drew closer to Mirah.

"Prepare lunch, we're hungry" said Mirah.

"Good Mistress." Surti rushed to the kitchen. Instruct the chefs to quickly prepare lunch with a predetermined menu.

Some chefs also move quickly, processing fresh food choices as well as possible. Although often feel tired, but the cooks still do the work with a happy heart and proud because from their skilled hands is the presentation of extraordinary dishes for people they respect.

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Nothing escapes the sight of all the servants. The entire dish and dining table were arranged as usual. Arka sat in the dining chair she used to use, but there were different. The chair that used to sit on Zara, now shifted by mirah. Until Zara relented and sat down next to her father-in-law.

"Zara, put that fast food on the table. Such food is not healthy for the body" said Mirah when found Zara still holding the fast food wrapper in her hand.

Zara immediately placed the package on the table. His face was already flushed, holding back tears. Arka can only hold her breath in. It felt like hugging and keeping Zara out of her mother's reach, but that was not the right way. Zara has not yet received recognition from a woman who gave birth to her.

"Let's eat. It is not good to argue in front of sustenance," Arka said with a sharp look at Mother and her two wives.

Zara is moving fast. Unasked, the little girl stood up and began filling her husband's plate with the man's favorite food. Arka smiled happily and gently rubbed the wife's shoulder as a gift.

"Thank you wife" said Arka with a smile on her lips slightly thick.

The girl just nodded and smiled faintly.

"Mrs wants what food," bargained for Mirah, though Zara hesitated to say it.

Unexpectedly. The middle-aged woman pointed to Zara for some sort of side dish and vegetables for the girl to grab and dock on her plate.

"Thank you, Zara." What a sentence that made Zara shocked half to death. Almost the little girl did not believe what her sense of hearing had captured.

While Zara just sat in silence by staring at the plate filled by the waiter. Looking at the scenery in front of him. Either he should be happy or even sad, but one is for sure. Mirah never once said thank you to him as long as he became a daughter-in-law in this house.