Two Rings of the CEO

Ibu

Lunch goes solemnly. No one speaks while eating a word. Zara swallowed the rice along with the side dishes in her dinner plate with great difficulty. Under these conditions, she felt it was inappropriate to be the wife of a famous CEO. In any case, the two are very different. This is what makes the girl humble.

Arka wiped the corners of her lips with a tissue. The food on the plate is already barren with no leftovers. The man looked at Zara who had also finished her meal.

"Zara, rest in the room, you must be tired." Arka found discomfort from his wife. His mother's attitude was overrated to treat Zara, considering this was the first time the two met.

Zara was silent, but she stared at her husband's face for a moment.

"Arka, I'm still not done asking your wife, does that look polite? Avoiding the question in-laws when it's halfway through," furious Mirah felt unacceptable.

"It's Mom, next time. Zara really looks tired, she needs a break." Arka still does not want to lose.

Mirah snorted, but did not dare to refute her son's words. Actually, he was still very curious about the origin of the girl who married his eldest son.

Zara got up from her chair, bowed her head to her mother-in-law and twisted her heels past and left. Arka stared at the tiny back of Zara who was climbing the stairs away from her. The three people who just stayed at the dinner table were busy with their minds.

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Some were sick, but not bleeding. Zara sat in the corner walking in closet, hiding among the arranged clothes. Crystals drip from the net end. It was hard to endure crying in a situation like this. Unwanted daughter-in-law, maybe that's the right stamp on her.

Maybe I was wrong to enter this family, but this is not entirely my fault either.

It was Anastasy who dragged the innocent and innocent girl to enter a rich family that was so incomparable to her.

The footsteps sounded closer. There were sobs coming out of the dark corner of the room with the lights deliberately turned off. Arka grabs the remote and presses a button until the entire room light is on.

Zara was still bowed with her eyes closed. His two hands tightly hugged his knees and drowned his face there. Still unaware if a towering tall body figure was staring at him glumly. The man also rested, aligning his position right in front of the wife. Dusapnya black mane as soft as silk, until the owner of the mane was surprised, then looked up.

"I'm sorry for all my mother said. Let's just say, Mom never said it all to you. I'm honestly not a bad person. I hope you can forgive her." Arka rubbed gently on Zara's wet cheeks, then kissed her.

Zara nodded, though still a hiccup. Without cue, Arka scooped the tiny body of the wife, then held her. The girl also seemed not surprised considering that Arka treated her like a baby several times.

Arka sighed deeply and laid his wife's body on the bed carefully. Perhaps the inner fatigue felt more Zara, to make him weak helplessly.

"Rest, I'll wait for you here" said Arka as her lips docked on his wife's forehead. A swipe in the head might be able to make Zara sleep soundly, but when Arka started rubbing the wife's head, knocking many times at the door undoes her intentions.

The man rushed to open the door of his room, but he could not hide his dislike when he found out who was standing behind the door.

"Mother, why are you here? Zara's tired, she wants to rest." Arka raised her tone, for her Mother was quite late.

Zara who heard the commotion from the door woke up, and her back was leaning on the headboard.

"Mom just wants to see Mom's daughter-in-law." Mirah shifts her son's body and finds Zara leaning against the open net. "You said your wife was sleeping? Look, both eyes are still wide open." continued Mirah as she pointed at Zara.

Arka spontaneously twisted his body and sure enough, his tiny wife actually woke up.

My God, my wife, I was going to save you, but you drowned yourself.

Mirah smiled brightly looking at Zara who was leaning on the bed with a pias face. The middle-aged woman walked over and anchored her body on the edge of the bed.

"After lunch some time ago, I think your energy has gathered again. How about, if you're with my mom, my daughter-in-law." Words capable of making the feather of Zara immediately stand up. The girl shuffled, to the corner at the end of the bed.

"Where will you take Zara?" Arka opened her mouth to represent the frightened wife.

Mirah smiled faintly looking at her son. "Mom just wants to take Zara to your work space."

"What else is mom?" furious Arka.

"Arka, don't go overboard. I won't hurt your wife. I just want to talk closer to Mom's own daughter-in-law." elak Mirah. "Mom promised you," she continued.

Mirah reached out and grabbed Zara's fingers and pulled her gently.

"Follow with Mom" the middle-aged woman said and inevitably had to be the girl.

Arka is unable to prevent and seduce her mother, bringing Zara out of her sight despite her weight.

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Arka's workspace not just anyone can enter it. This was also the first time Zara entered the room that was dominated by gray. The girl was already like the defendant sitting on the sickle seat.

Mirah sat gracefully in her son's chair while Zara was across the desk as a divider.

The door of the room opened slowly, Surti appeared with a tray in hand. A plate of fresh fruit, a snack and two different drinks are served at the table.

"Please Mistress, Miss," Surti said before leaving the room.

"Thank you Bi Surti" replied Mirah. "Please wait for us outside Bi, prevent anyone who wants to enter this room including Arka." Mirah smiled faintly after finishing her sentence.

Mirah stared fixedly at Zara's deathly pale face. His gaze softened for a moment while his lips parsed a sincere smile.

"Are you so afraid of me, Zara?" Mirah opened her voice when in the room there were only the two of them.

"Bu-not I mean like that Madam, it's just....

"Hust..." Mirah put her index finger on her lips, giving her a code to stop talking. "Don't pick me up, madam. Call me Mom, aren't you my son's wife?"

Zara nodded faintly, "Yes, Madam. But--------- but

"I don't want to hear rejection. Call me Mother as Arka and Anastasya call me."

"Good Mom."

Mother. Why did my mother say it reminded me of the mother I had left without news for months. Mother, Mother Mirah is not my mother, but I hope your heart is as soft and warm as a mother who has given birth to me.