Two Rings of the CEO

In-laws And Daughter-in-laws

Mirah who realized the tense face of her daughter-in-law then pulled a plate containing fruit and a large packet of potato chips right in front of the beautiful girl.

"Eat. There are fruit and also snacks. Which one do you prefer?" asked Mirah without taking her eyes off her daughter-in-law's face.

Zara looked at Mother-in-law and the food at the table alternately. The girl thought for a moment, trying to answer the question as best she could. He also remembered the words that were often uttered by the husband.

"The body will not be healthy and fit by itself. Therefore, keep eating healthy foods and exercising, so you will get the benefits yourself."

Zara pointed a plate of fruit in front of her. "This one, ma'am" replied the girl who tied her hair high.

Mirah smile. It was seen that the middle-aged woman was satisfied with the answer of the son-in-law.

"Then, don't you like potato chips?" ask Mirah again.

Zara is now starting to look relaxed and not as stiff as some time ago. "Like Mom. It's just, eating fruit is much healthier and has many benefits than potato chips."

Mirah smiled widely and said, "Smart, and now eat." The words that sounded so sincere that it almost made the girl sitting in front of him stare in disbelief.

"Let's eat. Look." Look." Mirah pointed at the pieces of fruits with her index finger. "It looks so fresh, doesn't it?"

Zara gave a faint cry in response and started grabbing the fork. "Mother should eat it too, this fruit is too much and we can share it," Zara bargained and grabbed another fork to give to Mirah.

"No need. You alone, after all Mother was full," refused Mirah gently. His stomach was still full and full to eat.

"But...

"Here you go, I'm really full."

The girl began to pierce pieces of fruit and feed them into her mouth. The fresh and sweet fruit greeted Zara's tasteful senses cheerfully. The pieces of apples, kiwi and melon look very appetizing. Until without feeling half the fruit plate has moved into his stomach.

Mirah smiled faintly looking at the happy face of Zara who was devouring fresh fruit without embarrassment. The more he looked at the little girl before him, the more he remembered the shadow of the face of someone who had been very close to him.

"Zara, where do your parents live?" Mirah asked a question in the middle of her silence.

Zara who had devoured the fruit with a sparkling face immediately turned moody and stopped her chewing activity.

"Both of Zara's parents are in Bu's village, and we haven't been able to communicate in months or just meet."

Mirah looked stifled. "Why?"

The girl smiled with irony. Perhaps it would be better if this story would only be kept to itself.

"It's too complicated to be parsed, ma'am, and maybe I can't tell it."

Mirah looked increasingly curious. If this is about Zara's life, chances are that her son is involved.

"Let's just say Zara, let's just say Mother is the one who gave birth to you. Nothing is kept. Maybe if you say it to Mom, it can make your burden a little less."

"First of my desire to be able to change the lives of parents by finding a job in the city at the invitation of a roommate who already has a permanent job in the city. At first I hung high hopes on him before I knew if he was just using me. Some of my belongings and identity were left behind as I tried to run away from it. Life was hanging out in the streets for a few months, but good fortune came when I met Miss Anastasya."

"What did Anastasya do to you?" mirah said inquisitively after hearing about Zara's life journey.

Flowing a story of the beginning of the meeting of Zara and Anastasya from the near accident to Anastasya hiring Zara in his flower shop.

"I also did not expect that Anastasya thought of asking Mr. Arka to marry me."

Mirah was stunned, even leaning her body to get closer to Zara. "So Anastasya asked you two to get married?"

Zara nodded strongly, she did not want to keep everything alone. After all, Mirah was no stranger to her husband. It may be natural that he has the right to know.

"Yes, Mommy. Sorry I couldn't resist it. Miss Anastasya had threatened to end her life if we both refused."

The middle-aged woman wearing the black-colored dress let out a deep sigh. Trying to digest the strategy built Anastasya with common sense, but he also looks not surprised.

"What did Anastasya really think while living in a household with my son all this time. I don't know how many times that girl's done this kind of thing. Even asked me to marry her husband to another woman if Arka wasn't happy living with him." Mirah described a little of Anastasya's wish that the girl had spoken to her.

Whahuh? So it's not just me that's targeted by Miss Anastasya.

"But only you made my son agree with Anastasya's wishes" Mirah continued.

"But Mother, Mr. Arka may be forced to marry me. If Miss has no intention of ending her life, perhaps Mr. Arka is reluctant to agree with Miss."

Mirah who heard his son-in-law's words faintly laughed. How could his son marry an innocent girl like Zara based only on compulsion.

"Are you still not able to understand, how my son treated you as long as you've been his wife for a few days? How he always wanted to protect and make you as comfortable as he could be next to her."

Think Zara drifted far away. Remembrance some time ago after the holy vows of marriage spoken from the lips of Arka. Even a second of the handsome man never made him sad, even pouring out his abundant love.

But is it possible that Lord Arka also loves me. How can it be interpreted love if since married Mr. Arka has not even been...

Zara rubbed her face which suddenly blushed red. Removing all the naughty thoughts that had been floating around in his mind.

"Zara, what are you thinking?" Cheap stared with a dumb face when he found the little girl who was silent but blushed embarrassed.

"Ti-no Mom. I only remember some of the events that we both went through all this time."

It's impossible if I told you that we haven't had a husband and wife relationship as late as a married one. I probably wouldn't care about this kind of personal stuff.

"Know Zara. Mother is a woman who has been married." Mirah breathed deeply. "Even though we have been separated by death, but I am lucky to be a wife who is always loved and loved. So I can feel and see, too, if my son really loves you."

Mirah looked at the two male-in-law netra fixedly. Entering and diving into the soft heart of the beautiful and earthy girl. He believes with the view he has seen in recent hours. His son never played with a woman much less to hurt her. Mirah who had thought that Zara was like Anastasya who only wanted material from her marriage with Arka. However, the judge was shed immediately when a reality was present if only a small innocent girl who became the wife of her only son.