Two Rings of the CEO

No Barriers

Silence continued to be created until the car driven by Anastasya pulled over to the parking area of his flower shop. Zara sighed deeply and looked at the two-story building from inside. In this place he hoped to hang himself and change the economy of his family. However, all of that was far from his expectations. The monthly money he sent to his parents was not from his labor, but the monthly money Arka gave him.

Want to feel the girl crying, what if gradually both parents find out about her life now. Married without permission, even as the second wife of the marriage he built.

Let alone to meet, even hold his head before his parents he could not.

"Zara, you don't want to go down." Anastasya had already opened the door of his car instantly staring at the girl beside him who looked motionless with a blank look.

The girl also blinked, gathering back her consciousness that had crossed the air.

"Y-yes, Miss. I'll go down."

Both of them got down the vehicle and entered the shop. The employees bowed their heads and smiled kindly at Anastasya. But some of them actually stare cynically at Zara who always attached to the store owner. While to their knowledge, Anastasya did not have relatives, but looked so close to Zara who worked at the place for about a month. Of course there is social jealousy in those who are deliberately locked in meetings.

Moreover, now Zara is no longer hired to be a cleaner but to accompany and become a confidant of Anastasya in running his flower shop business.

Employees who work for Anastasya have long been made to wonder. Because there is no privilege of village girls who do not even get an education in any university.

But all of that did not escape from Zara's glasses. He is now starting to be shunned, but he can still be grateful for having a friend like Kiara who still sees him there.

Like at the moment. When some other employees seem busy eating their lunch, Kiara is busy struggling with her mobile phone. Typing a message and smiling to the point of embarrassment when the message received a reply.

Zara, who was staring from a distance, seemed interested in approaching.

"Kiara, you look so happy that you can see the rice in front of you" said Zara as her net tail pointed at the food that chuckled in front of Kiara and the girl had not touched at all.

Kiara looked up, as soon as she found Zara's face, the girl was chuckling and occasionally scratching her non-itchy scalp.

"Sorry, I was too preoccupied with replying to the message to forget to eat," he blushed in embarrassment and began to reach for his lunchbox. "You alone, why don't you eat?" tanyanya.

Zara just smiled knot. "I'm still full. Eat, let me be with you."

Kiara nodded and began to feed the food into her mouth. For a moment the sweet girl ignored the message notification on her silver-colored phone.

"Your boyfriend must be handsome and kind like you." While waiting for Kiara to eat, Zara felt a little curious about the figure of the man who became the mooring of her best friend.

Without replying, Kiara's mouth that was still filled with food was only crying with confidence.

"I became curious about the man who could make you fall in love" Zara's tease that made Kiara blush in shame. The girl who was devouring the food started to choke and spit out a few grains of rice onto Zara's face.

"Yes.." Not Zara, but let's scream and wipe her friend's face with a tissue.

"Sorry, Zara. I didn't mean it, after all you just kept teasing me," said Kiara with a face holding back laughter but full of regret.

"It's good that it's just rice, if you spray water, I'll be drenched to receive an impromptu local rain from your mouth." Interspersed with a thin smile, the little girl was not angry at all because it was not spared from her own actions that endlessly teased Kiara.

"If you're so curious, I'll take you sometime when we meet."

Zara gave a faint chuckle, in fact she only intended to tease not really want to meet Kiara's lover.

"Hey, what for. There I will only be a mosquito repellent in the middle of lovers who are kasmaran like you," Zara refused.

"Huh, who said it! Aren't you my best friend, it's appropriate that I introduce my lover to you." Kiara raised her tone, a little less teeima with her best friend's greeting.

Zara also chuckled and pinched Kiara's cheek anxiously.

"All right, it's up to you." Zara can only resign and obey the wishes of her best friend.

******

Dusk began to say hello. The employees one by one began to leave the store, leaving Zara and Anastasya busy at their desks.

Some days the store is quite crowded with buyers. The flowers sold are quite a lot. Not wanting to disappoint consumers who have come, Anastasya must pay attention to the quality and freshness of flowers until it reaches the hands of buyers. Because according to him, preservation and quality are the most important of the goods we sell.

"Done too," muttered Anastasya after feeling his work had reached the finish. "Come, let's go home" he asked Zara who was also sitting on the desk chair not far from him.

The little girl hesitated. If he continues to be in the same house as Anastasya, he is afraid to make the woman more hurt.

"Miss, what if I spend the night in the shop only," Zara bargained after a while of thought.

Anastasya now looked at Netra Zara with warning.

"Didn't Arka have asked you to come home before the club, and now you're telling me if you're going to spend the night here. Then which one is right, Zara. Arka could be mad if I go home without you."

Zara sighed deeply and threw it away slowly. It is true, if he wants to go home, then Anastasy is the one who will be affected.

******

Fatigue and a body that began to stick by sweat made Zara rushed to clean up after entering her private room. Soaking in *Bath*tuh with warm water and a few drops of therapeutic aroma makes it feel comfortable.

The little girl gave a gentle massage on her feet and hands that felt sore. Bath soap with the aroma of soft roses like so much to spoil the sense of smell, making it feel at home to linger in the spacious bathroom.

Feeling quite satisfied and returning to fresh, Zara quickly rinsed her body with a spray of clean water. Walk in closet to change clothes.

"This is it," he points to silk pajamas with floral motifs. "The fabric looks very comfortable." The girl rushed to wear it and came out of the clothing room.

"Good night, baby." The familiar baritone voice in Zara's ears, greeting the little girl who was gasped at the arrival of her husband who had not been noticed.

"Good night too, dear," replied the girl half stammered with a small towel on her shoulder to dry her wet hair. "Have you gone home?"

Zara grabbed the suit in Arka's hand and received a helping hand from her husband to kiss. A gentle kiss on the lips of the arka was washed before ending at the top of the wife's head.

Why could Mr. Arka come home so soon. It could be said that Arka had never come home quickly before. He'll come back from the office when the job is completely done and it always ends at midnight.

Zara just nodded faintly.

"Now help escape my das, I want to take a bath," said Arka who now stands looming before his wife.

Without a word, Zara began to loosen the dark-colored cloth and let go of the knot.

"Let me prepare the water first." Zara turned her eyes when the tie had started to come off. He chose to go to the bathroom and let Arka open her own shirt.

Although the man had a rough breath, but the corner of his lips also twitched holding back laughter. The man knew very well that his little wife was still not used to it. With a slanted smile, he stepped into the bathroom to clean himself up.

Unlike Zara, who spent thirty minutes in the bathroom. Arka only took a few minutes and came out with a fresh face and clean clothes.

"Zara, are you hungry?" Arka asked the wife who was sitting on the sofa while watching a television show.

"Yes," the girl replied and turned her eyes to look at the husband.

"What if we eat in the room." Ideas that suddenly appeared in Arka.

Zara knitted her two eyebrows thinking.

"Miss Anastasya is waiting for us to have dinner together. Are you sure to let Miss have dinner alone."

Arka was silent as soon as she heard the captive from Zara. Then pressed the phone connected to the butler, Surti. For a few minutes the man was busy talking. Not knowing what Arka said, Zara was only able to hear it faintly.

When the connection was cut off, Arka quickly approached Zara and sat on her side. The smell of roses on the body made the man lulled. A kiss on the cheek and the whole face he gave. Making Zara unable to move and just resigned to accept it.

The knock behind the door stopped the Ark's activity for a moment. He went to the door and opened it. Some waiters seem to be carrying trays with lots of food.

"Just put it there," point Arka at the glass table next to the sofa.

"Good, Sir." Deftly the servant did their duty. Remove food from the naman, menta spoon plate, along with cold water on the table.

"I'm sorry, Sir." They bowed their heads politely before leaving the room.

The dishes presented on the table made saliva instantly about to drip. Zara scratched the brown rice into the Arka plate and added side dishes and vegetables.

The same thing he did to his plate. The two ate voraciously and spent the meal in their respective plates.

Zara stared at the bowl of ice cream as a dessert with sparkling netra. The girl really likes to eat sweet with various flavors. Unlike Arka who does not like such food.

"Darling, I'll bring our food marks back to the kitchen first." Zara packed up the food containers with tissue.

"Don't love, a lot of waiters will do it." Arka grabs an object like a remote and presses a button. Before long, there was a knock on the door. Zara rushed to open it. The two food waiters, now back. As if understanding what the servant was going to do, Zara opened the door wide and let them in.

Zara still does not believe in the life she lives now. His life is always pampered but also restrained.

The two servants withdrew, Zara closed the door again with a raging mind.

"Honey, come here" Arka said, patting the empty sofa by her side.

The girl knelt down and landed her body on the side of her husband.

Arka was glued to the corner of Zara's pink lips which left the rest of the ice cream. Without hesitation he touched the red arch with his lips and took a soft sip.

Zara's body stiffened, but she was silent.

"Darling, I want it again" said Arka with a misty netra of lust.

Huh, want what.

Zara digested for a moment the meaning of Arka's words.

"Want, want what you mean, baby."

Arka sighed softly, he forgot that his wife was still innocent and did not understand the words even the code he gave.

"Doing union with you" whispered Arka in the wife's ear which gave the girl goosebumps.

Swabs on her neck and back resuscitate Zara if Arka wants anything more from her.

"But baby, I don't use any contraceptives" Zara murmured with anxiety. "Did you have no security?" ask the girl again.

Arka that had burned passion stopped his activities and looked at the wife sharply.

"I don't have that kind of stuff. Anyway, why should I wear it. I've wanted to get a child from you, and it's inviolable" Arka said confidently and let no one stand in her way.

Arka went back to resume her activities. Feeling a little disturbed by Zara's words about safety, the handsome man occasionally bit Zara's shoulder that had been opened until the girl complained.

"Remember, don't talk to me about contraception anymore. If I'd heard it once, I wouldn't have forgiven you."

Zara nodded and looked fearfully at her husband's face.

Arka's gaze softened for a moment. The bite marks on his wife's shoulder he gently kissed as a sense of regret.

"I'm sorry, honey. Not that I meant to hurt you. It's just, I really want a baby that comes from your womb," Arka said between her guilt.

"Say, do you want the same thing as me, too" urged Arka when the wife did not even open her mouth.

"L-yes dear," replied Zara.

The man smiled and approached Zara's tiny body in a firm hand. Still in the turmoil of passionate lust, Arka restarted the activity that had stopped. Wiping, stroking and pampering the body of the wife with her touch.