Two Rings of the CEO

Living Witness

Anastasya stared at the vast room with soft pastel paints that had been his favorite place for several years. It felt reluctant to leave the room that became his resting place during marriage by an Arkana surya atmadja. His gaze swept around the room, so many stories and dreams were engraved, but he realized that all were just pseudo shadows that could not be achieved.

The divorce verdict has been handed down. There was no longer any reason for him to last longer in this luxurious mansion. Arka was no longer her husband, and she was no longer entitled to enjoy facilities that were no longer her right.

Landing her body on the edge of the bed, the jet-black unravelling girl spilled half of her body with her legs left dangling to touch the floor. Staring at the sky-lagit room with a crystal lamp decoration, Anastasya momentarily closed the two neutras, just to release the feeling of fatigue.

Why should I exist, while no one wants my life to be happy.

Feeling tired, but the girl never felt desperate. Once was at a point, where he felt that his life was no longer useful. However, whenever he felt falling and falling, there he was always met with the figures of angels who wanted him to stay alive.

Since then, Anastasya turned into someone who was stronger and stronger to encourage his own life.

The door was knocked by someone from outside.

"Lake in," he said. "Not locked," Anastasya continued.

The ivory-white painted door opened slowly without a sound. There was a stupefied body behind that door.

Anastasya who was still in a half-lying position, spontaneously rose when he found Zaralah who was already standing at the door.

"Zara!" anastasya was half surprised.

"Sorry." Zara who twisted her interlocking hands bowed her head. He thought that Anastasya did not like his arrival.

"No problem. Come on, come here." Stretching out a hand, Anastasya asked the girl to enter her room.

Not refusing, Zara first closed the door tightly before walking closer, then helped land the body on the bed, was on the left side of Anastasya.

An awkward feeling struck as the two girls sat together and did not speak to each other. Zara is busy twisting her fingers, while Anastasya is at war with her feelings.

"Is there anything you need to find me here?" The beautiful girl of the former model opened her voice first.

Zara was still silent, she lowered her head deeply while gathering courage. He looked up, while the two neutrals were already glazed over.

"Miss, I'm sorry. For God's sake, this isn't my wish." Zara, who could no longer hold back, quickly grabbed Anastasya's hands and cried.

"I'm guilty, miss. You have the right to hate me. I should have been the one who deserved to leave this place, and not miss." Sobs continue to sound. This is the conscience that Zara has been keeping. Undeniably, he was the one who made Anastasya lift his legs. Although all is also on the wishes of Anastasya, but if he is not present, then all that will not happen.

Anastasya. As much as he tried to calm Zara who was at the peak of guilt, which was certainly not his fault.

"Zara, relax. Please calm down." Shaking Zara's shoulders gently, the girl tried to rub and grip the tiny hand if she was not the one to blame.

"Zara, relax!" Anastasya raised her voice and gripped Zara's shoulder hard enough that the girl was silent, though still a hiccup.

"How many times have I told you not to blame yourself for this. You must still remember, if I was the one who forced you to come to our wedding. It's not without reason that I did it, Zara, and you know why."

Anastasya a little ride apitam.

"Please stop blaming yourself. Perhaps, we were destined to part ways, and I was able to take it with grace."

The swelling netra looked up, staring at the two nona netra.

"Miss is not lying? Or pretending to be tough in front of me. After this miss doesn't even want anything from Mr. Arka's gift. Do you also intend to leave the flower shop that Miss stubis from below?"

Stubborn words capable of plunging into the recesses of Anastasya's heart. He did have time to hang the desire on the flower shop that was built. The flower shop that he built because of his love for the plant, also hopes to develop it and will later pass it on to his son or daughter.

"Zara, sometimes something that we have built with great difficulty, will not always continue to hold us. Like every human being who will never be immortal, that's where we have to be ready to let go of something we once had."

Do you know Zara. Not because of Arka I built that business with great difficulty, but because of a man who hurt me.

"I know very well, Miss. But at least don't refuse Mr. Arka's wish to give one of the houses or whatever it is for you. So we can make sure that the lady outside will be fine even without us." Zara tries to convince Anastasya, so that the girl can change her mind.

The clean white girl kept shaking her head, and occasionally tidied up the mane of the girl in front of her that was a little messy.

"After this, I will return to the village with my uncle and aunt. I don't need anything or anything here. I'm sure it must be peaceful, especially among those who love us." Anastaya remains firmly on the stand. Will not change, even if the lure comes over.

"Does she feel sure?"

"Of course I'm sure?" My aunt had a sewing business. I could learn a lot from her to sew clothes. At least it'll be my job in the village." A simple answer by Anastasya. Of course, so that Zara does not only worry about her life ahead.

The little girl was silent. Already feel unable to prevent or pursue the girl in front of him with many questions.

"Zara, I'm just telling you. Take care of the flower shop like you're looking after your own brother. Take care and give love. It's the only precious place I can give you. Let's just say, if we're still together to keep taking care of it." Unable to withstand the tightness, Anastasya held tightly to Zara's body until the two embraced accompanied by crying.

Like Zara who does not want to lose Anastasya, and vice versa. Both of them are very close, and so difficult to let go. But whatever the power, it is impossible for two loves to be under the same roof to be able to live life. Anastasya is sincere, and Zara must be able to accept it.

Meanwhile, someone who stood behind the door, as if drowning in grief. The cries of the two girls were so heard from outside the soundless room.

Surti wept softly and squeezed the ends of his own clothes. His heart was also broken, his body concubine like slashed sembilu, watching the two nonaanya who still want to be together but separated by circumstances. Surti never blamed anyone. Neither the master, nor his two wives. He is a living witness to this complicated marriage. Up to himself, unable to pinpoint who is to blame, among the three.