Two Rings of the CEO

Evades

Gentle strokes and massages do not feel make a tiny figure with a void on the thigh of the husband makes him sleep deep. Arka could only look at him and fell asleep while holding him tightly. As if they do not want to be separated.

A few hours later, the girl began to wake up. Wiggling slowly and trying to escape from the firm arms that bound him. Rumbling becomes a sign if his stomach is starving.

I hungry.

The girl's view was fixed on the mejakaca where the location of hsngat drinks and snacks giving surti some time ago.

Whaaat! There's no more.

But there was nothing left on the table. The net also moved to look at the clock stuck on the wall. The girl only sighed deeply, meeting the fact that the time had already shown at 04:00 a.m. There was nothing he could do but stare at the ceiling of the room and of course the handsome face of the husband who was sleeping peacefully.

The arc makes it difficult to move, but it also feels warm. Zara looked at her husband's face more closely. It now ends in the man's firm hand. Her tiny hand moved and rubbed the muscle bulge on her back. The girl also chuckled softly when comparing Arka's responsibilities and hers. The size of his hands is so small, while the property of the husband is quite large.

Zara tries to untie Arka's hand links to each other. Want to replace one of them. Make the tiny tangin and the big hand adrift into one. However, his plan had not materialized precisely the man beside him moved to open his net.

"Why dear," said Arka in a raucous voice and still in a semi-conscious state.

Zara was wide-eyed and released the hand that was almost adrift.

"N-no, just wanted to go to the bathroom for a while." Zara tried to arrange her face as casually as possible. Maybe her husband had not seen what she was doing.

"Let me help you" bargained the Arch, half-awakened from its fall.

Zara held him back. "No need, honey. I can be alone. You go back to sleep."

The girl who was still wearing the towel pajamas rushed down from the bed. While Arka was endlessly staring until she disappeared behind the bathroom door. The man yawned a few times, he was still very sleepy. Water starts to sound. But the girl did not show her nose until thirty minutes later.

Why is he so long.

Arka could not bear the drowsiness. His body lay back, but with all his might held his net open. His efforts were in vain, his net was now completely clenched tightly and a subtle snoring began to sound.

Zara who was dressed came out of the walk in closet with a sneak. He deliberately spent quite a long time in the bathroom to outwit the husband. If he came out faster and found his man still awake, then he would not be that easy to escape. Arka will definitely hug him again until morning greet.

But this time the situation is different. The girl was starving and stepped silently towards the kitchen. The entire room was still pitch-black and not a single servant seemed to be working except for the night shift guards.

Zara cheerfully opened the food storage room with the best regulated room temperature possible. The net is sparkling to find a lot of fresh vegetables and meat arranged there. Understandably, Arka now limits her time and movement in the kitchen. It was not like the beginning of her entering this magnificent house.

His work that is quite time consuming and tired makes the man understand right. To allow the wife to prepare food for him for the breakfast menu only. The rest, the servants took over.

I can only serve a light menu.

That is how Zara's heart is. He is only allowed to cook a light menu such as sandwiches, omelets, pasta or a kind of light menu for breakfast.

"Here we go." Zara picked up some ingredients for her menu. He wanted a filling bread with abundant cheese.

His tiny cry moved to grab some kitchen equipment to create a crashing sound that made Surti instantly awake. The middle-aged woman was moved towards the kitchen without washing her face first.

"Miss, let me prepare." Surti was about to take over Teflon from Zara's hands.

"No need to Bi. I want to cook it myself." Zara refused, then pushed slowly surti and asked him to sit down. "Auntie just accompany me here."

Surti could only let his nonanya do what he wanted. He just stared at his tiny back with his hands moving peeling and cutting the ingredients.

Zara put garlic in hot to golden oil and then mix the eggs with minced meat and some sauce to flavor. The aroma is striking. Zara was getting impatient to eat it.

"We roast the bread." In another pan Zara is indeed bread that has been covered with beaten egg dough. Unmitigated, seeing Surti who was accompanying him made him excited and processed enough food to eat together.

Egg-coated toast with minced meat filling and cheese grater served in two dinner plates. Zara with an expanding smile held out one plate to Surti.

"Auntie, let's eat. Keep me company." Zara sat on the dehan Surti with the dining table as a barrier.

"Thank you, miss. Not to refuse, just that I'm not hungry."

Surti again shook his head. "Sorry, miss. I can already feel how delicious the dishes you make are just from the aroma. It's just, I can't eat this early." Although feeling guilty, Surti did not want to lie. He could never fill his stomach with heavy food this early.

"All right, I get it. Just stay with me here." Zara began to feed the food into her mouth voraciously.

"You want to drink something?" tawar Surti's.

"Make the milk warm."

Surti got up from his seat and deftly blended warm milk for his nona. Then put it in front of the girl who seemed to enjoy the results of her cooking.

"Hem, that's delicious" Zara praised her homemade sandwich. Until the bread on the plate was not left.

Hah, the bread is up while I'm still hungry.

Zara sighed deeply and stared at the empty plate. Then glanced at the untouched plate part of Surti. Coincidentally, Surti was staring at him.

"Miss can eat it if it's still hungry." Surti shifted the plate to Zara's face.

"really?"

"Of course, Miss."

Zara looked sparkling and timidly picked up a piece of sandwich then bit her. Continue until the second plate was without rest.

The girl laughed and felt disbelief that she was able to spend so much food on her tiny body.

"I'm so full." Zara rubbed her slightly stretched lament stomach after filling up.

"Auntie, there's something I want to ask you."

"What about miss?" Instantly insecurity seemed to ambush Surti. He was sure, every question that the lady asked him was not something to play around with.

"Where is Miss Anastasya? I haven't seen him in a few days" asked Zara as she stared fixedly at Surti.

Surti gulped his saliva roughly, this is what he was actually afraid of.

"I don't know miss."

"Auntie would be lying if he said he didn't know where Miss Anastasya is at the moment. Because as far as I know, in this house only aunt is the person closest to her."

The middle-aged woman was silent. Confused where to explain it.

"Miss Anastasya did have time to tell me if you want to take a vacation and calm down at the Villa owned by Tuan who is on the beach." Surti finally revealed an actual fact. Lying is also free, the nonanya certainly can guess.

Villas by the beach? Is the villa we visited when we first married.

"Why didn't Miss tell me?"

Surti painstakingly removed his tension to try to look as relaxed as possible.

"Miss may not have time to say it."

"Not trying or trying to escape?" the speech that was spoken from the tiny lips of Zara to be able to make Surti stiffen.

"N-no, Miss. Must mean Miss Anastasya isn't like that."

"I'm tired if it's forever to be like this, Bi." The little girl said. "I'm not comfortable with my current position. If I could choose, I would rather go back to my parents in the village than live a life of luxury above the suffering of others."

Surti felt his throat choked. His lips shut for a moment. But his mind also felt sadness, like what his nonaya felt now.