Two Rings of the CEO

Angeringly

The tiny body began to wriggle, though shackled by a pair of sturdy hands that held it tightly as if to let go. His eyelashes moved as the netra started to blink.

Maybe the morning has gone, murmured Zara who tried to escape from the hands of the husband. His tiny hands slowly try to release Arka's embrace that has made him warm last night so that the man is not disturbed and woke up from his sleep.

Pick up clothes on the floor and go to the bathroom to clean up. Not how long he went to the place of clothing just wrapped in a towel that covered half his body.

The reflection of his tiny body is now displayed in a large glass in the room. Some traces of reddish ownership marks imprint on the chest. Her pure white skin made the mark clearly visible. Luckily Arka only gives a sign on a certain part of the body that is always covered behind clothes.

The girl's body seemed to be weakening helplessly. Lean against the wall until you end up sitting on the floor.

Am I a cruel woman who has taken someone else's husband. Mr. Arka is my husband, but he is also the husband of Miss Anastasya. But why since marrying me, Mr. Arka just never again entered Miss Anastasya's room.

Zara rubbed her face rough. I want to curse and curse myself. For a while the girl who was still not changing clothes sobbed softly, trying to release the burden on the chest.

Feeling quite relieved, Zara rubbed the remaining clear circles that flowed on her face and immediately looked for clothes for her to wear. The girl again only sighed deeply when she opened the special clothing of her belongings. From clothes, shoes and accessories are designer designs with famous brands from home and abroad.

As if understanding the taste, Arka looks quite picky and always wants to look perfect with the clothes that his wife will use. No doubt, the latest model clothes always decorate every corner of the walk in closet in his room.

Zara pulled one of her favorite pink dresses with a slim waist and beautifully expanded at the bottom until it reached the knees. The clothes look right on Zara's body. Makes her look fresh and adorable when the bottom of her dress moves in rhythm with her footsteps.

Go to the dressing table and apply a face cream and thin powder on the face so as not to look pale. As a last touch, he combed his half-wet hair to make it look neat. Zara did not wear lipstick on the lips, considering her lips were as red as cherry even without polish.

Shifting his gaze aside, Zara found the husband who was still asleep in bed. The blanket, which was only waist-deep, appeared to expose the upper body part of the Ark. The chest of fields like torn bread was plastered with no barriers. A subtle snoring was heard, a sign that the handsome man was still asleep and not disturbed by the chirping of birds flying on the balcony.

As a daily routine, Zara rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Surti and the Chefs welcomed Nonanya by bowing their heads.

"Miss, you shouldn't be in the kitchen. Let the Chefs and servants do it." Surti felt anxious, because he did not want if Nonanya to get hit by a hot oil splash or anything that could make him hurt.

"Bi, didn't Mother Mirah do it too often? After all, it is mandatory for a wife to prepare food for her husband" Zara said, while her hands began to open the refrigerator and grab some vegetables and meat to prepare.

"Alright, Miss," replied Surti resignedly.

The middle-aged woman stared at the tiny body from behind. The movements of his body and both hands were very shrewd and skillful. Cooking is not foreign to him. The pink arch of Surti gave a smile. Her heart was so blooming that Zara was now the wife of her Master. The simple girl seemed to be a complement from the figure of a rich and kind man like Arka.

*****

Awkwardness always ambushed when the two wives Arkana Surya Atmadja was just the two. When he looked at Anastasya's face, Zara felt sinful. The round netra glanced at the glance of the beautiful woman who was focusing on driving. There was nothing strange about Anastasya, not even his good treatment of Zara diminished with time.

The little girl sighed deeply before saying a word when she found the place she wanted to be.

Anastasya frowned until it looked several layers, but did not stop the pace of the vehicle he drove.

"For what, Zara. Isn't our goal still far enough?"

"I beg you, Miss," Zara replied.

Although still not understanding the intention of the girl beside him, Anastasya still pulled the vehicle in an empty location as desired Zara.

"What's up Zara. Are you sick and want to go back home?" Anastasya touches Zara's forehead and cheeks, but her body temperature is normal and looks fine.

"Miss," said Zara immediately then gripped Anastasya's hand tightly. The two now face each other. "Hit me, slap me Miss, if the lady does want it." Zara had directed Anastasya one hand to one side of her cheek.

Anastasya. "Zara, what do you mean!" he strangled with a questionable look.

"Miss must hate me so much, because Mr. Arka has shared his love for a Miss. Therefore, Miss has the right to do anything to me, if it can vent the anger that has been stored."

The clear net began to glaze over. Quit if Anastasya plays the hand and must make him endure the pain. Perhaps that way, his guilt would be slightly lessened.

"What did you say Zara. Everything in your mind is not true. This all happened to me, and it wasn't your fault." Anastasya looked at the girl with him fixedly and occasionally rubbed the slightly shaken shoulders gently, to win more. Anastasya knew full well that Zara was in a squeezed position. If one moves just a little, it can hurt himself.

"I'm sorry for bringing you into this situation. But you need to know, Zara. If you think I feel heartache over all the choices I've made, then your mind is wrong."

Zara faintly nodded, not that easy to believe in Anastasya's statement.

"No, Miss. You must be a normal woman who has love and heartache. How could Miss not feel it all when Mr. Arka was willing to marry me."

Anastasya sighed deeply. His net was closed heretical to neutralize the slightly burning spark of anger.

"Zara, how can I convince you. I told you that I have absolutely no hatred for you. Do you know that!" Anastasya raised her tone and was full of emphasis.

Zara fell silent, not intending to answer.

"We don't love each other, Zara. And you are the real wife chosen by Arka, and the first one to sleep in one bed with her. Do you understand? Stop thinking of things. I'm just glad that your presence is now making the days of the arcs start to be colored."

Zara's tiny lips twitched. He is unable to speak. Just be still glued with a weakened body