Two Rings of the CEO

Hard to Accept

Darkness still graces the universe. The dawn had not yet revealed its face. Sandy coats her body with a thick jacket before running her iron horse. He woke up early to travel far to his birth village.

Occasional whistles sounded as an overflow of joy from his lips. Although at the beginning he seemed to doubt the level of success of the mission carried out. But this is his last chance. With the plan, even though he could not bring Zara into his arms, but at least by making the girl crumble slowly, could slightly treat the wound he had once inflicted on her.

The rustic breeze greeted. Sandy deliberately lowered the car glass so that she could breathe the morning air of the village that was still beautiful. After three hours of travel, the handsome yellow-skinned man began to enter the streets of Zara's residence.

The house is not far from Zara. Only, he was reluctant to stop at the place where his two masters were. The man was more interested in what concerned Zara at the moment. To him, the girl had her own charm that could not be described with words.

The vehicle was stalled on the side of the road of a simple-looking house. The sun starts greeting and showing its light. Sandy was still in the car even though the engine was turned off. His gaze was fixed on a middle-aged man who was sitting in a wheelchair feeding chickens in the yard of the house. While the figure of the wife, standing behind her while gently massaging her husband's shoulders. The couple looked happy and occasionally mingled.

"What a soothing sight," muttered Sandy who focused on the middle-aged couple.

"After I successfully detonated the bomb in this house, are you still able to smile as beautifully as Uncle, Aunt." Shrewd yet terrible sounds rang out inside the iron horse. Sandy grabs the obsolete magazine and takes it in her arms before her foot steps down the black vehicle.

"I honestly don't have Zara. It's just, I'm trying to treat my heart, by making you slowly break." Lips are said to us while feet move lightly.

The couple was still unaware of his presence. Clinging with each other, by feeding livestock that chase around.

"Ehem, Assalamualaikum. Good morning Uncle, Auntie. How are you," said Sandy with a big smile to reveal her white teeth.

The couple turned their heads in unison, heading towards the source of the voice.

"Son Sandy" said Rumi. He also ran away from leaving Jamil the husband to welcome Sandy.

The smile of successful victory was drawn on Sandy's handsome face. He stretched out both hands to hold the woman who had given birth to Zara.

Rumi unceasingly hugged the young man whom she knew was very kind and virtuous. Undeniably, Rumi also misses the figure of Sandy, just like she missed Zara the princess.

"Thank you, son. How's Sandy doing herself?" rumi asked shortly after letting go of each other.

"As Auntie saw, I'm fine." Sandy looked at the man in the wheelchair far away. "Uncle, how's uncle doing?" He approached and sat on his knees before the jamil.

The middle-aged man felt moved by the attention Sandy gave him. One hand moved to wipe the gentle mane of the young man who had a close relationship with the princess.

"Alhamdulilah, Uncle also felt good."

Rumi stared at the iron horse parked on the street. The vehicle is uninhabited. He just sighed deeply and threw a question at Sandy.

"Son Sandy. Where is Zara. Didn't he come home?" The disappointment of the picture. The heart that always held back longed for the princess and wished for her presence all day. Now it is invisible to be present.

Sandy breathed deeply. Resurrecting his body that was originally kneeling to stand upright.

"She didn't come home with me, Bi," Sandy replied pretending to be.

"Why? Hasn't our daughter been with Nak Sandy all this time. Does Zara not miss us either?" Jamil started to get a little emotional. How could it be that after several months of living in the city and living apart, Zara had no desire to look at her parents to give up longing.

"Sorry Uncle, Auntie. There's something I want to say. But not here, we better go in and talk about it inside."

Rumi was silent for a while before deciding to enter her residence. From the young man's words, why make his heart instantly feel stuck. What would the young man say.

*****

"That's impossible, Sandy boy. I know exactly who Zara is. He can't possibly fuck that shit up." Nodding a hiccup, Rumi who grasped the hand of the husband was only able to strengthen himself as long as Sandy was busy telling stories.

"For heaven's sake, aunt. If uncle and aunt don't believe." Sandy opened a magazine that was previously in gangaman. "This is a rich man who has been Zara's money machine" Sandy pointed to the picture of Arka plastered with a fairly large picture.

Rumi ventured to touch the sheet of paper even though her hands shook violently.

"For a month in the city, Zara was still living in a rented house adjacent to mine. However, I am sure after getting to know a man named Arka, Zara chose to go and live with the rich man. Not until there, according to the news that circulated, the man had even become a wife, and more surprisingly, Zara was now pregnant with the child of this married man."

The bodies of the couple were weakly helpless. How the beloved princess could betray trust in the blink of an eye.

The cries of both the plague, the sobs of grief and the overflow of disappointment were spilled in the house they built with a million affections.

Rumi shook her head strongly, her heart still continuing to resist.

"No, Sandy. Mother still does not believe. During this time Zara even routinely sent money every month to us. Even once in a while he still calls, just to let go of longing."

Sandy smiled wryly. Shaking the virginity of these two old men was not as easy as expected. He must be more observant and agile so as not to mislead.

"During this time Zara didn't work aunty. So the money he got must have been the money the rich man gave him. Good if uncle and aunt don't believe. I'm just telling the truth." Sandy began to rise from her seat, she intended to leave the jamil house, even though it was actually just a mere ekting.

"Wait for Son Sandy," stop Rumi as Sandy starts to step up. "What if Nak Sandy's words have a point," the middle-aged woman hesitated. However, he also did not want if the princess to go the wrong way.

"Auntie can come to town with me tomorrow, and see for yourself how Zara is right now. But I'm not forcing either. I just want aunt to know the truth. I told you all because I care about Zara. I love him too, but he dumped me when he found a man more established than me." Sandy stared at Rumi and Jamil. It was as if he was the one who felt the most hurt.

Rumi stared at the plural as if asking for approval. Not long after, the man nodded.

"Nice Sandy. Tomorrow I'll come with you."

At once Sandy smiled faintly, but her heart chuckled loudly.

The new game will begin Zara. Be prepared, not just me, even your mother will probably side with me after seeing your own behavior.