Two Rings of the CEO

Place of Memory

Dusk began to greet at his quarrel. Overcrowded vehicles filled the highway causing traffic jams at several points. Arka resuscitated her body and head in the passenger seat. His face looked dull after a day of activity.

Look up and occasionally close the netra. Until the shadow of the girl he missed all day, came to say hello. Lately, his relationship with Zara has improved greatly. Even now there is no distance that has been a barrier like the beginning of marriage.

Both often spend a night full of love like a couple in general. The handsome man's sexy lips covered a smile as he recalled how the tiny body was under his control. He also hopes to soon be awarded a baby who certainly further strengthen their relationship until there is no word of farewell.

How about Anastasya?

There's no way I'm just divorcing him. Whereas I once promised, if there is no parting word even though it is as heavy as our marriage relationship.

Arka only sighed deeply and rubbed her face rough.

Without feeling the vehicle driven by Sam began to enter the main gate, passing through the vast park to stop in the courtyard of the magnificent house owned by Arka.

The young man looked uninspired as soon as he got out of the car and entered the house. But the disheveled face of a shabby newspaper by the roadside was suddenly bright, as bright as the morning sun when he found the beautiful face of the wife was in the ranks of servants who welcomed his arrival.

Arka walked over, handed her briefcase to Surti and hugged her wife's slender waist. The servants lowered their heads, without exception Sam and Surti. A kiss on the forehead, both cheeks, until it ended on the lips that made Zara instantly blush and resist infinite embarrassment.

"Honey, you welcome me," said Arka with sparkling netra as if she had just received the most beautiful gift.

"Yes, honey. I, deliberately wait for you to come home."

Arka smiled thinly then began to step into the house with her hands still acting on his wife's waist.

As soon as he passed the dining table with the various dishes that the waiter and Zara had prepared, the man paused for a moment. Enjoying the delicious aroma of cooking that makes it unable to stand and get closer.

"Darling, I can't wait to finish your cooking." Arka spoke while her ladder grabbed the chair and began to land her body.

"But, baby. You don't want to take a shower before dinner?" Zara was a little confused, it seemed that this was not the habit of the husband. It will first go to the bathroom after from the office, then eat dishes after cleaning the body.

"Not this time, baby. My stomach is very hungry" Arka whined like a five-year-old boy who was begging his mother to grant his wish.

Zara has no power to refuse. She sat down and began preparing food on her husband's plate. Arka eagerly chose the menu he wanted with a sparkling face. He also seemed to enjoy.

"Bi Surti, where is Miss Anastasya. Why not have dinner with us?" Zara still had time to find the whereabouts of Anastasya who was not seen joining.

"Miss Anastasya came out about thirty minutes ago, Miss. He said he wanted to get some fresh air outside." Surti who was standing at the end of the room spoke.

Zara found it difficult to swallow food in her mouth after hearing Surti's speech. But not with Arka. Her husband was eating her food.

Sam who was standing in the corner of the room just laughed in his heart.

Satisfy your revenge, sir. Didn't you just eat a little at the office. You must be incredibly hungry right now.

Sam shook his head faintly. Can't believe what his sense of sight is currently catching. If with Anastasya, his master was not like this. But after being with Zara, the parents seemed to want to get more attention, like a child.

Meanwhile somewhere.

The breeze of the night blew away the soft mane strands of the girl who had just descended from her iron horse. Thin jackets and masks as body coverings, not necessarily able to destroy the cold that pierces to the skin.

Anastasya sat on the garden chair with a look ahead. Sturdy buildings are terraced with sparkling lights at all angles. Make the place that used to be a field of sustenance for him look alive.

Model agency belonging to the Rangga family. This is where this cold night is. The mask and jacket he used to cover himself, hoping that not a single person would be aware of his existence.

He deliberately avoids Zara and Arka. Not because of jealousy or heartache, he just wanted to give time to both of them to spend more time together.

Anastasya stared at the building that still looks crowded. The net began to glaze over.

Two years ago I left the place and all the memories in this place. My career, life, even the romance I've had here, all evaporated without a remnant.

The girl lowered her head, squeezing the end of her dress furiously. Why does his heart feel so sick as it slices. It's all gone, and there's nothing else for him to fight. Whether it's career or romance.

Do you still remember me. Two years on, I've never even heard from you.

"Nika, neng. Eneng_nya want to buy siomai." Someone's voice came from behind his back, making Anastasya tiptoed. He also quickly wiped the clear circle at the corner of his net. Luckily he wore a mask until faintly visible.

The siomai seller also felt guilty, not expecting his voice to surprise others.

"I'm sorry, Neng. It's been a shock." The middle-aged man with the wheelbarrow pushed stopped his steps.

"That's okay, sir. I just don't see the Father, so I'm surprised." Anastasya stared fixedly at the face and voice that was once familiar to him.

The man was silent too. The voice of a girl who for several years often greeted him. But it feels impossible. Recalling for a long time the girl disappeared from his sight.

"You buy siomai, Neng," bargained the seller.

Anastasya. "Can, Sir."

The middle-aged man smiled widely and started putting some siomai into a medium-sized plastic bag. Cut it into smaller pieces then add peanut sauce and soy sauce into it. The man who kept smiling tied a plastic bag containing a serving of siomai and wrapped it again with a larger plastic bag then gave it to Anastasya.

The girl with half her face covered accepted it. He then gave two pieces of money to the seller.

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded as well. If one sheet is more than enough to pay for it, then why did the girl give him two.

Anastasya had already twisted his body, and was about to leave the seller. However, the cry of the middle-aged man instantly made his steps stop.

"Miss! The return." said the seller half-screamed.

Anastasya turned his head, and paused for a moment.

"For the father only. Hope it's useful." He continued, towards his iron horse parked under the tree.

"Thank you very much, Neng. May Eneng's kindness be reciprocated as almighty."

Despite his happiness, the man remembered.

Why is the sound so similar, but it seems impossible. If only his face didn't wear a mask, maybe I could've made it easier to be sure.

Meanwhile, Anastasya rushed into the car and closed it as fast as lightning. The sealed package of food he hastily opened, then ate it. Clear thread has no power to drip. He longed for this food. Even while pregnant, Anastasya dreamed of being able to eat it even though it never came through.

It still feels the same

He did not expect if he could meet again at the siomai seller he had visited almost every day. However, let alone to chat warmly, say hello as if he did not have the courage. It feels so embarrassing. Moreover, the siomai seller is most likely to know a scandal of his life who was pregnant out of wedlock.