Two Rings of the CEO

About Taste

The sun began to show golden rays befriending the bright sky dotting the horizon. The curtain slightly opened, where the sunlight peeked, a figure of the sleeping body began to pierce the net. His body rolled right and left. Clutching tightly again the bolster pillow that had slipped out of the embrace. Not even a doubt that the man kissed the soft object like the girl he loved. Sleeping separately with his wife made him quite tormented.

Arka did not realize that the door of her room was open without a sound. A tiny body emerged from behind the door. The girl looked beautiful with a pink knee-length dress that fit snugly attached to her tiny body. The mane in the tail of the horse and the white cheeks that contain it increasingly make it even more adorable.

Zara intended to settle down and then surprise her husband, but seeing the man who was still lying down and completely unaware of his presence, the girl undoes her intentions.

The girl approached and sat down on the bed. His back rests on the head of the bed to align his body to the head of the husband. Soft wiping black mane jet full arka babe.

The man tiptoed, then breathed a sigh of relief when he found the tiny hand of the wife who was adoring him.

"Why did you surprise me" muttered Arka as she grabbed Zara's waist and buried her grilled face.

Zara stiffened, but there was no gap for her to break away. Arka's hand grip on the plate is very strong.

"Sa-I only intend to wake up Master to work, isn't it already noon?"

The man looked up, his clear netra blinked to adjust the sunlight that slipped in through the small gap of the room window.

"But I still want to hug you." Sighing deeply and burrowing his face again in the stomach closed the wife who was with all her might to hold the tingle. "Again, you didn't sleep with you last night, and now I still miss you" she continued.

"But I'll be back tomorrow, sir. It's impossible if I resist Mom's desire to accompany her to sleep."

Arka was wide, the neutrality that was still closed was rounded for a moment.

"really? Why so fast?" he asked after releasing his hook on the wife's body. Arka began to bangkin and his back leaned on the head of the bed.

"Mother said, he had missed the atmosphere of the house and could not linger in this house."

Arka also understood. It could be said that if Mirah never more than two days to visit, it was also to make sure if the son was okay. If you are satisfied, Mirah will choose to go home and return to her house around the mountains.

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"Zara, you've been with me all day. Anastasya, don't you want to be home with Mom and Zara?" asked Arka after finishing her breakfast at the dinner table. The man already looks neat with a full suit dark and fits in his clean skin.

"But I still have a lot of work in the store" Anastasya replied hesitantly. "While the employees must be overwhelmed to take care of the supply of flowers that come in and out every day." Honestly, Anastasya is trying to avoid Mirah. Since becoming a son-in-law, Anastasya has not been very close to Mirah.

"It's okay if Anastasya is busy taking care of her shop, there is Zara who will accompany Mom all day." Mirah is trying to be the mediator. Even though he knew if his son was disappointed with Anastasya but he wanted to keep the two of them not fighting.

Zara and Mirah take off Arka and Anastasya in the yard. Both are headed to their destination in different vehicles. After Arka's car disappeared behind the main gate, Mirah grabbed Zara by the hand and took her to a long chair between the flower gardens.

Fresh fragrant flowers and breeze greet the two women with a much different age. Mirah smiled happily and breathed in the morning air with gratitude.

Staring at the entire building turned his son's house from the direction of the park, immediately making the look of his face changed. Zara, who noticed the change of facial expression of Mirah, was powerless to throw a question.

"Mother why?" Zara rubbed Mirah's shoulders gently when the middle-aged woman's netra began to glaze over.

Mirah shifted her gaze, looking closely at her daughter-in-law's face.

"Many things have been missed in this house?"

"I mean Mom?" ask the girl, still not understanding.

Mirah clenched the netra and sighed deeply. His fingers stretched out and grabbed the hand of the son-in-law.

"Come with Mom."

With a single move, the door opened wide. Silence greeted the two. Zara still doesn't understand the purpose of bringing Mirah to this place.

"Zara, have you been in this room before?" Mirah went ahead of Zara. Through neatly arranged bookshelves.

"Already, Mother. That's when I get bored to choose a reading book so I can be a little entertained."

Mirah stopped her steps and turned to look at the daughter-in-law.

"Then, is your husband angry that you entered this place?"

The beautiful girl thought for a moment, after which Arka did not ask anything about her ever entering the library room, so let alone to get angry, even asked not.

"It doesn't look like Mom."

"Good, now follow Mom's steps." Following Mirah's words, Zara roared behind her towards where she meant to be.

Isn't this...

Mirah took the girl to the corner of the room where there was a soft sofa there.

"Sit down" said Mirah, pointing to an empty sofa, hoping the girl would follow her wishes.

"Good Mom." Despite the doubts, Zara did it anyway. Sitting quietly while the net did not turn to look at Mirah who was standing while looking at the photo attached to the wall.

Mirah smiled gently looking at the photo that had not long decorated the wall. The sacred moment of Arka and Zara's marriage that he had missed.

"You look very harmonious, dear Mother is not there when you pledge to live together." There was clearly sadness on the middle-aged woman's face.

Zara was silent, but now she felt guilty.

"Sorry Mother, honestly this is not the fault of Mr. Arka. I asked her not to invite anyone to our wedding, including our own parents," Zara said. Regretting everything that happened.

"Didn't your parents know about this marriage?" press Mirah by looking at the face of Zara who began to look down.

The girl shook her head slowly.

"What?" Mirah approached the sofa and rubbed Zara's slightly shaken shoulders. "Do you still have doubts about this marriage to try to cover it up from your own parents?"

Zara began to sob. The circle of bebing that flowed into an overflow of uncertainties of her marriage all this time.

"Either ma'am, it's just that I always thought that Mr. Arka married me on the basis of compulsion and nothing more."

Mirah who could catch the meaning of the words of the son-in-law was wide in disbelief. How the little girl actually thought so about her marriage.

"Zara, I know you're very young. Very different from Arka, but I'm sure if your mind is much more mature than your age. You must know how Arka treats you, cares about you, and even pours out her love for you. I'm sure you can tell the difference between coercion and genuine love. From the events that you have gone through, you can definitely conclude, how Arka feels about you. Whether forced or truly sincere to love you."

Zara fell silent, with her cheeks starting to get wet. Indeed, he had never felt love before, but since marriage, Arka continues to facilitate his entire life with luxury and flood him with abundant affection that he cannot afford to refuse.

So all this time, has Mr Arka started to love me?

Zara is deep in heart, but she is still hesitant to ascertain the truth of the taste.