Two Rings of the CEO

New Life And Environment

There is always a curse behind every incident. Maybe that's what Azzara is feeling. Sitting on the edge of a king-size bed, the girl in satin pajamas stared at the wide open wardrobe in front of her. So many dresses and various models of clothing that Anastasya chose, until the four-door glass cabinet was crowded.

Azzara breathed deeply. Either he should be happy, or vice versa. His unexpected encounter with women as good as Anastasya, as fast as lightning can change his life.

Doubt to conclude too early about who the figure of Anastasya really is. But for a few hours spent together, no lies or anything veiled that was drawn from the spotlight of the two elegant beautiful women's eyes.

Azzara can only wait for tomorrow. In this room he was alone, deserted to come ambushing even though some guards seemed to be on standby in some corner of the flower shop. While Anastasya, after showing Zara the location of the rooms and some rooms, the woman chose to return to her private residence.

Feeling quite tired and wracked by overwhelming drowsiness, Zara put her tiny body on a soft bed. Before the two neutrals were tightly closed, a shadow of his two masters came to greet. A knot smile appeared at the corner of her tiny lips. In the rest of his consciousness he had time to say, "I will return after really successful Dad, Mom, pray for me." Until the two neutrals seemed to be tightly clenched.

*****

Dawn greeted, it was still dark outside as the little girl clad in satin pajamas was writhing quietly under her thick blanket. Bluffed a few times, before the net was wide open. Stretch the stiff muscles of the body, and quickly rise from the bed.

"It's still quite early in the morning" murmured Zara alone. The girl moved quickly to the bathroom to clean up.

Fifteen minutes passed, the fresh-looking girl and still wet hair came out and approached the wardrobe. Choose one of the few that he thinks is the most appropriate.

Looking at the reflection of his body in the mirror, the petite girl was flabbergasted. Her appearance now looks more beautiful, even without makeup polish. The clothes used also look fitting in her tiny body. Zara still remembered how much money Anastasya spent to buy all his clothes, and it was not cheap.

It looks neat, he went down to the ground floor. Although Anastasya has not explained in detail about what his work is, but he took the initiative to clean and tidy up the room with the flowers that look scattered, and open the entire curtain.

Spreading his gaze throughout the room, Zara smiled happily. The smell of the original flowers feels fresh greeting his sense of smell. The flowers look fresh with a variety of beautiful colors that can spoil anyone who looks at them.

The knock on the door resuscitated him. A security guard stood behind the glass door. The girl approached, and opened the door slowly.

"Sorry Mba, a messenger courier Miss Anastasya delivered some groceries to you." The middle-aged man showed two large pockets in his hands.

"Thank you very much sir" replied Zara kindly.

When he was about to grab the two bags that the guard had brought, the middle-aged man refused him.

"No need Mba, let me. It's heavy, "reject the middle-aged man. "Declose, I'm Ramli. Mba can call me Mr. Ramli."

The girl before him smiled wryly, "My name is Azzara Pak. You can call me Zara. Let's get more familiar."

Ramli nodded, the girl looked very soft, her inner. "Did Mba Zara eat?"

The girl shook her head.

Ramli understood, "Let's come with me Mba." He moved his feet towards the second floor. Without Zara knowing, on the second floor there is a kitchen and a dining table with a size that is quite spacious. "Well, Mba Zara can cook in this place. Maybe Miss didn't show it last night."

Zara nodded, "Thank you so much Mr. Ramli."

"Let me sir." Zara felt uncomfortable, because it was not the duty of Mr. Ramli.

"What's wrong, Mba, it's my job."

Reluctant to argue, Zara chooses to let Ramli. But he did not stay silent and helped the middle-aged man.

*******

During a conversation with Ramli some time ago. The middle-aged man told me a little about his employer's florist and some of the people who worked in it. In accordance with Ramli's words, when the time shows at 09:00, one by one the employees begin to arrive.

At first Zara hesitated to say hello first, fearing that she would only be looked at one eye by them. But the assumption is wrong, the five female employees actually first blessed Zara and greeted her kindly. Even the girl looked wide-eyed, when the fifth already knew what her name was.

There he felt relieved and extremely happy. Acceptable in a new place that is still foreign to him. They also painstakingly briefed on how to work and the types of flowers available in the store. Feeling still quite minimal science, Zara can only pay attention while learning from employees who are already quite skilled at flower arranging.

Faint laughter rang out in the room filled with the fragrance of the flower. Although their hands work, but sometimes they seem to throw jokes. Until the room seemed alive, interrupted busyness.

The glass door is wide open, accompanied by the steps of heels that collide with others. All eyes were on a well-built woman, who walked leisurely into the room.

"Good morning everyone, sorry I'm late," said Anastasya who looks beautiful with a knee-length floral dres.

"Good morning Miss," replied the compact employees.

"Hopefully have a nice day." Interspersed with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, Anastasya looked very happy this morning. His face also looks bright.

Spreading his gaze, his gaze stopped on the figure he was looking for. Anastasya smiled widely, towards the girl who was standing in the corner of the room. Then he approached.

"Zara's."

"Yes Miss" replied Zara.

Anastasya frowned both of his eyebrows confused. "Why Miss, please me, Tasya to be more familiar. Didn't we have a deal?"

Zara shook her head faintly. This is not true. His vision had already answered all, how the position this woman in front of him had.

"No Miss. Of everything I've seen, and as I thought. It turns out that it is true, if Miss is not a random person," said Zara with a glazed net.

Glug

Anastasya gulped his saliva roughly. It is not self-intention to cover up identity. Only, he was afraid if Zara suddenly moved away and felt inferior if she knew who she really was.