Two Rings of the CEO

Happy to Live with Me

Tired, tired, and all burdens, seemed to disappear when the warm water began to flow soaking the head and the entire body of the little girl who is now cleaning herself. The net was closed to enjoy the sensation of massage on his back and inhale the fragrance of soap that makes him feel more calm.

After feeling enough, he also pulled a towel hanging and dried the body and his mane then wrapped his entire body with a pajama towel.

Walking towards the walk in closet while drying his mane with a small towel, Zara observed several places of clothing that she had not opened at all to see the contents.

Her tiny hand moved to open the door of her clothing, which was next to her sleeping pajamas. The net was wide and perfectly rounded when it found dozens of transparent sleepwear.

"What'sthis? Why does it look like this." murmured the dimpled girl. But her hand grabbed a single sheet of the dress to look at it carefully.

The girl shuddered as well. Never imagined if she had to wear this kind of clothes while she was with her husband.

"Who prepared all this?" Zara put the black clothes on her body.

"His size also seems to fit me. So, we can be sure that this isn't Miss Anastasya's outfit." The dark color on the clothes also looks mesuatu with his skin clean white.

Feeling reluctant to wear it, Zara put the outfit back in place and replaced it with a knee-length night dress with a sabrina that exposed both of her white shoulders.

"Why does my body feel tired like this." Zara landed her body on the sofa room. Watch television and lean on the back of the sofa with half lying down.

His smile was reflected upon a plate of fresh fruit pieces and juice that Surti had prepared for him.

Grabbing and starting to feed the Kiwi pieces into his mouth while enjoying the drama series on the television screen.

The kunyahan in his mouth stopped as his net was fixed on a scene of drama that looked touching. He thought back to when he was both with Anastasya. Daily routine agenda to visit the flower shop was urung, replaced with vent sessions and devote the burden that had been buried.

Zara doesn't think Anastasya's life is better than hers. Both came from the village and were born from families without property.

It is possible for two years to build a house without you, Master and Miss do not feel love. Yes, although at least a little sparks of romance when the two are together.

The girl was shaking her lips. After hearing confessions from Anastasya if he never once slept alone with Arka, either he should be happy or just the opposite.

"Love, I think I've heard that name. But where is it?"

Zara thought hard, trying to find the face of the owner of the name that Anastasya had mentioned. He tried to roll back his memory in recent months after he met the figure of Anastasya. Moments later the girl stiffened, finding the face of the name owner she was looking for.

"Love. Wasn't she the woman we had come to in a nightclub for the birthday celebration. Of that group of openly dressed women, I'm sure she's one of them. But should he just want to plunge Miss black kembah?" The girl was still muttering alone while feeding her mouth fresh fruit endlessly.

And Miss Rangga's lover, he is none other than Abigail's father and not Mr. Arka.

Zara bit her lower lip, feeling like she was feeling the pain Anastasya was suffering. Lucky that night he managed to escape the clutches of Sandy who tried to stain him. If not, it is likely that he also fared the same as Anastasya.

Why do I even remember Sandy. Then where is he now, still working in the city or even back in the village.

The door opened without a sound. A handsome man who appeared behind the door immediately smiled softly finding the girl who filled his heart sitting dreamy, but with a mouth that was unceasingly chewing.

"What are you thinking, baby," said Arka who then approached his wife and sat beside her.

The girl was surprised and almost dropped the fruit plate on her hand if the husband did not support her first.

"Dear, you're home." Somehow the call still felt strange to the eighteen year old girl. Take over the fruit plate and land it on the table then kiss Arka's back as usual.

"You want to eat fruit?" tawar Zara's. "It feels so sweet" he continued.

Arka chuckled and pinched the top of the nose of the wife.

"Nothing is sweeter than you, dear," the teased Arka then rubbed Zara's slightly open neck and shoulders so gently.

The girl goosebumps amusedly, feeling the touch of a man who has satuskan her husband.

"Darling, are you tired?" Arka looked at the wife's face and looked at her tiny hands.

The girl nodded faintly and said, "No."

"If not, how about helping me take a shower and massage my head for a while. I'm so tired." It is clearly visible from the face and dark circles in the area of the net. The man is really tired.

Without the need to answer as an agreement, the little girl began to open the coat that wrapped her husband's burly body.

"Let me take it off, you prepare the warm water for me first." Arka took over the wife as the girl was seen shaking open the buttons of her shirt and asked her to do something else.

Zara poured a few drops of the therapeutic aroma in the warm water she filled in the bath, also did not forget her husband's favorite mint-flavored bath soap.

He also positioned his body and sat in a small chair on the side of the bath. Arka who only used the boxer began to enter the bathroom and then closed the door tightly. Had to look at the face of the wife who was downcast and still so embarrassed to see her body in such a condition.

Zara was only able to sigh deeply and regulate her heartbeat when the handsome man had already positioned his head right before her. Relying, looking up at the ceiling of the room with his head in the corner of Bathup right in front of Zara.

"Darling, let me massage your shoulders first" Zara asked as she began the massage.

The man who had closed his net and enjoyed the soothing aroma was looking up, to reach out to the face of the wife.

"Well, whatever I'll do for you." The man then got up and made his body half-sitting.

Zara is swallowing her saliva. A pure white sturdy shoulder with protruding muscles was clearly plastered before him. Her little hand that slightly shuddered began to touch the part of the body not covered by the cloth, then gave a light and painless massage.

Arka closed the two neutrals back. The movement of the wife's hand feels so comfortable and soothing. The tiny hand moved agile and directional, as if understanding where the body was that felt tense and tired.

After a long period of massaging the shoulders, Zara's hands began to massage the neck and then the head of Arka. Gently massaging her until the husband is almost unable to open the net because of drowsiness. But a few seconds later the man realized he was in the bathroom.

"Darling," said Arka, as her hand reached the hand of the wife, who was still busy massaging her to kiss. The man looked up and met the face of his beautiful wife. "Do you feel happy, live with me" he said as his nether eyes glared at Zara's clingy netra. Try to find honest answers there.

The girl blinked, then looked back at her husband.

"Ten-of course, baby. We haven't lived together all this time." That's what Zara's lips say. It would be impossible for him to speak if he was not happy. Although honestly this relationship is still complicated and difficult to unravel.

"really?" reply Arka drowsiness. "But honestly it's not your words that are clearly drawn from your gaze. Say baby, is there still something that makes you unsettled?" Arka endlessly rained down on the tiny hand with a warm touch of her lips. If Zara said part, but why he caught it is different.

"Nothing, baby. I'm really telling you the truth." Zara Voba said as good as possible. Removing a trace of suspicion from her husband's observation.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and then twisted his body until the two faced each other. Without warning, Arka's face drew closer. Her sexy lips scooped up the tiny lips of the fluttering wife who seemed not ready to take an attack from her.

The longer the kiss goes deeper. All as an immeasurable overflow of joy from the Ark. Until he did not want to let go of his wife just like that.