Two Rings of the CEO

Bowl of Soup

As beautiful as any relationship is, God definitely unites couples to complement each other and fill each other. Not infrequently, the soul mate first brings us to the wrong person, before finding someone who is really right. Maybe that's what Zara thought.

Until dusk greeted and the employees began to disappear, given the end of working hours. The girl was still pensive. It remains clear in memory, as the husband of Anastasya left the store after lunch.

Still with the same attitude, cold and flat. Zara silently watched from a distance as Anastasya led her husband to the front door of the store.

"I'll be home late, don't wait for me. If you're tired, rest first" said Anastasya's husband.

The man reached out his hand and was greeted directly by Anastasya then kissed the back of his hand.

That was the word Zara could hear. Not to profit stealing hear, it's just the position of the girl who was close enough to the exit of the store.

Why should I waste energy thinking about them. After all, my age was too early to reach the minds of adults. It is far from my dream of the word household for now. The most important thing now is to save a lot, for a better future.

Zara still muttered in her heart, until a pat on the shoulder, resuscitated her. "Zara's. You're daydreaming?" asked Anastasya who still looks busy arranging roses. The two are now sitting opposite a round table as a barrier.

Unlike usual, Anastasya still chose to stay in the store, although all employees except Zara, had left the two-story building earlier.

"Zara, do you know?" His fingers shrewdly looking at the thorny stalk, Anastasya took his gaze to look up at the girl in front of him.

"About what Miss," Zara replied by linking her eyebrows cluelessly.

"My reason for still being in this store, with you." Anastasya seemed to sigh deeply after speaking.

The girl shook her head, feeling like she could not find the right answer.

"I often feel lonely when I'm at home and this place is my goal to relieve a little fatigue, also the burden in my life." Anastasya smiled faintly, with a blank look. Slowly remove some of the roses that are in the clutches and let them collapse just like that.

Zara can only be a good listener for Anastasya. Although the girl realized, the strange problems that Anastasya may have experienced, should not be known by her.

Seeing Zara who only heard without reacting or answering, Anastasya resumed his sentence. "I lived with my husband and a few servants, in a house that was too large for me. No friends, or relatives for a place to complain and share. I often feel alone."

If from earlier, the little girl was just silent. But not for this time, his lips and thought seemed to be struggling to find out something deeper.

"Is Miss' husband too busy to have enough time with Miss?"

Anastasya smiled faintly at the corner of her lips, but there was not the slightest trace of disappointment on her beautiful face. "My husband is very busy, but he is also very good." The two neutrals sparkled and turned to stare fixedly at the netra girl opposite him. "He worked untimely, to meet my desires and needs all this time." Reciprocity.

Anastasya's sincere smile, tau urung contagious to the girl who was with him. Although from the bottom of Zara's heart, not all justifies the Miss's words, from what she had captured from her own two neutrals. How Anastasya was treated was not good enough by her husband. But for him, it was still too ordinary to be able to deduce everything.

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Outside the sky was still dark as Zara combed her black mane which was still slightly wet. Beyond estimates, Anastasya chose to stay at the store overnight. After completing a bouquet of roses, the two chose to clean the ground floor of the store that night. Interspersed with laughter, Anastasya nampat laughed off when Zara slightly slipped a guyonan between their warm conversation.

Zara's attitude is what it is and plain, making Anastasya increasingly admire the beautiful natural teenage girl. Until late at night both are still reluctant to unite the two netra in the same bed. All at Anastasya's request, without Zara being able to resist.

After combing her hair, Zara still had a smile to remember all the events she passed with Anastasya. Now he is only alone, after the departure of Nonanya to return to his residence some time ago.

Feeling that her appearance was neat enough, the girl rushed towards the kitchen to make breakfast.

Wrestling with kitchen utensils and various vegetables, finally after an hour had passed, the warm and tarnishing chicken soup had been presented. The girl smiled proudly, after completing a mission that was quite heavy for her.

As usual, he would split it into two parts. For him and the 4 guards who have worked hard every day. It feels right, Zara then brought a tray of rice and warm chicken soup to the guard post.

Not wanting to repeat the same mistake again, especially now he is carrying a tray containing food that could have been spilled if colliding with someone. Transparent glass doors make it easier to make sure there is someone behind the door.

The girl looked up, her forehead wrinkled until she saw several layers. Why is Miss's husband in front of the store so early?

The existence of Anastasya's husband who was leaning against the car body, makes Zara wonder. The time is still quite early, until the shop door is still locked. Zara put the tray on the table, then unlocked the glass door and opened it wide.

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As usual, the smiles of the guards seemed to widen welcoming the arrival of the girl who always prepared them food. The words of thanks from the lips of the 4 middle-aged men, had become a happiness for the young girl. Until some time took time to join in joking together, Zara also said goodbye considering there are still many things that he will still work on.

Zara is excited, considering that she had left her husband Anastasya alone for a long time. Sure enough, as soon as he entered the store, the still looking cold man was sitting while reading a newspaper on a sofa.

Present.why did this Master come at the wrong time. Miss also why should go home first and not wait for her husband. If this is how I bother myself. Want a negur what first try. Being asked for fear of being wrong, he was even more wrong.

Zara squeezed the end of the gripped tray, took a few steps forward and ventured to greet the man first.

"Sir, do you need anything. Food or drink, for example?" Although her entire body seemed to be trembling, yet as strong as her strength was covering up.

The man looked up, and looked at the girl expressionlessly. "Where is Anastasya, wasn't he last night staying at this place?"

Whahuh? Why ask me, sir. You know your wife better than I do. After all, your wife left. What yes, if you don't know.

"Miss has come home from an hour ago Sir," Zara replied without hesitation.

"What?" Arka looked surprised and sighed heavily. "Alright, make me a cup of warm tea," the proportionate man asked and returned to reading the newspaper solemnly.

"Good sir." Without babibu, Zara moved quickly to the kitchen to prepare drinks on order.

A cup of tea landed sweet on the glass table, right in front of the customer. Zara did not move and still stood in her place, afraid that the man suddenly needed something.

"Thank you." Again, that sounds flat.

"Is there anything else you want you to need?"

The man was silent, but looked soft. "Do you have anything I can eat? I haven't had breakfast."

"There's Master." The girl answered quickly, but as fast as lightning she smothered her mouth tightly with her hands. "Eh no sir, no, no" said Zara, reciting her words.

"Why? You said there was."

Yes, but I'm afraid that you'll get a stomachache after weeping my homemade food.

"But I'm afraid if you don't like it sir. So what if I order you to eat out for you, sir" Zara said.

"No, it'll take a long time. Just get your food ready. If it doesn't taste good, I won't eat it either." That sentence is like an irresistible necessity.

Carrying the same tray, Zara rearranged the food, but this time for her non-husband. But this time it looks different. If some time ago a smile as bright as the sun looked they were covered in pink. This time, those tiny lips looked trembling and pale.

The tray containing the food appeared ozeng several times before presented before the husband Nonanya. Let alone to be eaten, glimpsed was already a fortune for him.

The man was silent for a long time, staring at the bowl of warm chicken soup and the plate of rice in front of him.

No need to be asked what kind of face Zara is right now. The beautiful girl, only able to bow in. But sometimes he took the time to peek from the end of his net. The man's hand seemed to be raised. Grab a spoon and spoon the hot soup until the anchoring is lipped.

Master will definitely spit out that food.

I don't know why Zara was only filled with negative air from this man. To think if Arka will throw away his food just like that.

But it was inversely proportional to what Zara had thought. Arka seemed to enjoy the warm chicken soup in every mouthful. Not much to say and just focus on finishing dishes prepared by Zara.

Zara was flabbergasted, unable to believe what her sense of sight was grasping. Not wanting to spoil her Master's appetite, the girl just kept waiting. But a few minutes later, he seemed to have trouble swallowing saliva, when he caught Anastasya from behind the entrance of the store while staring at him and the husband alternately, without blinking.

No. gabe. Why did Miss show up at such an inopportune time. Finish my history, Miss would have been wrong.