Two Rings of the CEO

In-laws And Daughter-in-law Part 2

The young man who was walking back and forth in an uncertain direction in a room looked riled up. From the bottom of his heart, he was very unacceptable to the mother who had interrogated his daughter-in-law outrageously. Reluctantly holding his patience even longer, Arka rushed to his study where Surti was on standby in front of the door of the ivory-white painted room.

"Auntie, pull over. I want to go in to see my wife" said Arka with hunting breath.

Surti painstakingly swallowed the saliva. The middle-aged maid was afraid that her parents would act recklessly when she did not give way.

"But Sir. Madam asked me to ban anyone who wants to enter this room, even if it's your own, Mister."

Arka nodded and smiled in disbelief. How could his mother do this. Mirah really wanted to distance herself from Zara, so she was surprised.

"But this has been too long Bi. Am I not worried? Can I make sure everything is okay? What if Mom pinched my wife? What Aunty will let it all happen without trying to prevent it," Arka cried half indignant but as much as possible he could bear to remember Surti like an old man to him.

The middle-aged woman in her dress was wide-eyed and swallowed her saliva heavily if what her Master said really happened.

"But Sir. From earlier I did not hear any sound coming from inside the room," replied Surti innocently with a blind gagging gathering awareness.

Arka patted her forehead repeatedly, and shook her head faintly.

"How can Auntie hear it if this room alone is soundproof. Screaming as loud as anything you can't hear." Arka slightly raised her tone. An overwhelming fear was now spreading in his body.

Without a second thought, Surti quickly pushed the door of the room before it was too late but ill-fated, the towering door was locked tightly from the inside.

"How sir, it seems like the Madam locked it from the inside" said Surti when there was no movement from the door that almost hit the maid.

"What should we do Bi," said Arka in his despair. He immediately turned his brain and looked for a way out. Want it to break down, but the door with a special design will not be that easy he broke even though his body is as strong as anything. Until the handsome man remembered something.

"Locks, keys. Aunt kept her bums, didn't she?" Surti. "Take it quickly Bi," Arka said impatiently.

Surti also fled to the storage room of important objects that were not far from their original place. Before long the servant returned with a sigh and held out a key from his pocket to the Master.

"Thank you Bi." Arka and Surti were closer to the door. The sturdy hand began to point the key in its place, but not to mention the key had stuck the door without being pulled from the inside to show the two female body figures in the room staring at Arka and Surti with suspicion.

"What are you two doing?" todong Mirah to the servant and his son who looked shocked half to death.

"We just want to make sure Zara's okay." Arka pulled the body of the wife who was behind her mother and took her in a crib. While the surprised Surti almost hit the body of Mirah who was behind the door.

"What would you do to your own daughter-in-law? Look at your wife, she's fine and she's not scratched by a fingernail." replied Mirah with netra squinting looking at Surti and Arka confused.

Arka scanned the whole wife's body even had time to rotate the tiny body several times to be more sure. But he did not find any wounds or anything like that on the wife's skin.

"You okay, Zara?"

The girl also nodded. "I'm fine. Why do Mr and Bi Surti look so worried?"

Tanya answered by tanya. Arka was confused looking for the right answer. As well as cursing yourself who had prejudiced his own mother.

"No-no, we're just trying the spare key, whether it's still a function or it's broken." Arka smiled clumsyly and warmed the key held into the air.

Surti just bowed, but the corner of his lips seemed to twitch like holding a laugh.

"What the hell are you guys, deliberately want to eavesdrop on our conversation," said Mirah with a chest scuffled while clucking. "You two look like kids." Mirah grabbed Zara's hand and took her. "Come with the kitchen. We'll cook for dinner. O ya Bi Surti, Pangil also Anastasya. Tell us to join us in the kitchen" said Mirah, who began to take her daughter-in-law to the kitchen.

"Where do you want to take my wife?"

Mirah turned her head for a moment, looking at her son who was reluctant to be left behind.

"We're just going to have fun in the kitchen. Do you want to come too?" seductive Mirah with a faint ripple on the lips.

Arka spontaneously shook her head and let the two women away from her reach.

Damnit. Why do you always want to keep me away from my own wife.

Arka rubbed her face rough. Surely she misses Zara very much and wants to embrace her, but the Mother always has her own plan to keep the two far apart.

*******

The middle-aged woman smiled and began to choose cooking ingredients in the refrigerator. Zara who was still confused could only stare at the body that still looked slim was moving to choose the ingredients that wanted to be cooked in a basket.

Anastasya who had just come also just sighed deeply and stood up to line Zara's fingers.

"Zara, what are we going to do here," Anastasya asked half a whisper in Zara's ear.

"Let's go, lady, maybe we'll cook."

"What's? I've never cooked Zara, how I-where

Anastasya was unable to finish the speech when the pair of sayu netra was staring at him.

"You've come, Anastasya. All right, now you two help me cook." A knotty smile flashed on the middle-aged woman's lips, yet it was like a terrible smile for Anastasya.

The three seem side by side. Zara gets a part of washing and cutting vegetables while Anastasya peels some kitchen herbs that she has never touched before.

The girl also began to make a clear circle when the red onion she peeled greeted her two senses of vision. Almost Anastasya cursed and wanted to throw the onion into the trash if not Mirah who asked for it.

"Do you know what kind of food my son likes" Mirah asked her two daughters-in-law.

Anastasya recalled what types of food her husband often ate but from so many events, she still did not know exactly what foods her husband liked. The girl admitted that during her marriage, she had never cooked for her husband.

Zara, who finds Anastasya silent, tries to answer Mirah's question from what she knew during her few days of marriage to Arka.

"From my knowledge, Mr. Arka loves all meat-based dishes. Like steak or soup. Also a variety of fresh vegetables made into salad."

Mirah was silent for a moment. His activity mixes spices he stopped, then looked at the little girl with glassy neutrals.

No words came out of the lips of the woman who had given birth to Arka, but one thing is certain now he has really found the girl his son has been looking for all this time.

*******

Dinner was warm. Arka looks sparkling and satisfied with the dishes served. Gathering for a moment in the living room, the four people seemed to be chatting with each other. There's no excess boundary between in-laws and daughters-in-laws, all looking one-on-one. Arka tried to resist sticking to Zara and chose to sit on a different sofa considering not wanting to hurt Anastasya's feelings.

Feeling tired and wanting to sleep, Anastasya left the family room first after saying goodbye to Mirah. The three of them simultaneously moved and headed for their respective rooms. But there was something in Arka's heart. Why his mother actually looks fond of Zara's hands as if released into their private room.

"I don't think Mom's room is here" Arka said after discovering the irregularity.

"Why are you following us? I want to sleep with my son-in-law, so don't try and trouble us." Mirah smiled triumphantly. Open the door and lock it quickly after the two enter.

"Mother! What the fuck. I miss my wife too, but why is it that Mother sleeps in bed with her" Arka chanted in a stifled voice. Banged on the door of the room and almost broke it. Concocting with language as an outpouring of resentment.

Meanwhile in the room.

"Zara, try massaging my back." Mirah put her body in bed and enjoyed a comfortable massage from her daughter-in-law's hands.

"What a massage I'm too strong Mom."

"No, it feels very comfortable. I'm sure this is one of the skills you have that Arka doesn't want to be a little away from you." Mirah still enjoys massage.

Zara fell silent. Mirah was the first person she massaged during her husband's stay at home.

"But Ma'am. I've never been a

"What, you've never taken Arka with your hand?" Murti slightly shifted his eyes to see the reaction of his son-in-law.

The girl also nodded.

"What's? So you've never done it?" Mirah turned around, making her daughter-in-law surprised instead of playing. "Don't tell me you haven't either.." Mirah moves her hands to form a symbol like a couple kissing.

Zara's getting restless. The cold air of the room, now feels hot instantly.

Why do you ask such a thing, I have to answer what.