Two Rings of the CEO

The Instinct of a Mother

"I'm sure, if our daughter will not be able to do such a low thing" said Rumi by staring at the two blind men I sayu the husband who sat on the edge of the bed with his hands together.

"I also think that way, my wife. However, we also don't know what our daughter's life in the city has been like. Zara just sends money often and calls occasionally. But never once did he say he was married to us." Not only Rumi, jamil also felt that way. He is still difficult to accept the words of Sandy who seemed to corner the princess.

The middle-aged woman wearing the purple knit top sighed deeply, then her hands raised to rub the dull face of the husband.

"Sleep, Dad. It was night, "pinta Rumi and pull a pillow to support the husband's head and then help lay the old body down and cover it.

"But Mom, I still remember our daughter." Jamil tried to refuse. The net is still tight.

"Father can get sick if it continues to refuse to rest" Rumi warned.

"All right." Unable to resist, Jamil began to change his sleeping position as comfortably as possible before closing his two nerves.

Rumi sighed deeply, looking at the dull face of the husband. He got up from the bed, then set foot into the living room.

The night was getting late, but the middle-aged woman did not feel drowsiness at all. Staring at the old table in the living room, he pulled one chair and landed his senja body.

Both hands are stretched out to pull the desk drawer, where several photos are neatly arranged. The curls are thin, but the two neutrals are glazed. Opening the sheet of a photo album that he had been saving as a memory.

An old photograph of him paddocks in depth. The photo that was very precious to him. For years he kept it so that one day he could strengthen it.

"I don't think you've grown up and become an adult, son." Rumi rubbed a photo, showing the two beautiful baby girls she had just born a few dozen years ago.

Yes, Zara was born a twin. He has a twin brother named Azzira Biannita who was born five minutes earlier than him. However, the age of the brother can only last eight days after being born into the world.

Economic limitations are one of the triggers. Both baby girls need enough breast milk to survive. Often the two fight over each other's food intake and breastfeeding without stopping until the mother is overwhelmed.

The location of the village is quite far from the city and the access road is still inadequate makes Jamil was very difficult to just buy a box of formula milk to help the wife's breast milk for the sake of her two twins.

Jamil and Rumi can only resign, when one of his daughters is unable to survive any longer. It was a blow to Jamil and Rumi. However, they realize that they cannot continue wallowing in adversity. They still have Zara to raise and need love.

Rumi still remembered clearly, how little Zara grew. That adorable beautiful baby is growing rapidly. Her puffed up body, often attracts the eyes of many people to be able to touch both her cheeks.

The abundance of affection is unceasingly poured out of the married couple. Zara also has no other siblings, until all the love of Jamil and Rumi only gushed on her alone.

Do not want the princess will be missteps, either Rumi or Jamil equip it with ethics and grammar early on. Education is always forward even though they live in deprivation.

At the age of twelve, Zara studied at one of the schools in her village. Jamil, who does have a level of health far below other men his age, began to feel pain in some parts of the body to make it difficult to walk or make a living.

As a result, Rumi now has to struggle to replace the husband as the backbone of the family as a farmer who uses a patch of land in the yard of the house to connect his life.

Aware of the economic condition of the family, Zara youth must be able to rotate the brain and can not stand still by relying only on the limitations of her mother. His hands and feet began to move agile, trying all kinds of businesses that he could manage with only a small cost, but can be enjoyed by every community.

At the suggestion of the mother, Zara he began to learn to process cakes for her to sell or put in the school cafeteria. Indeed, not how much results he got, but he was grateful for every rupiah of money made, could help the family economy while paying school fees.

Treading high school, Zara who has a height of no more than 155 centimeters, still peddle cakes for him in the school area. Shame or inferior, never seen from him at all. The beautiful and jolly girl actually felt proud, of the small business that she could start even though she was still in school.

This time Rumi and Jamil can breathe a sigh of relief, thanks to the achievements of the princess, the school gave the duty of education students until the girl graduated High School.

"Mom still doesn't think you're doing this, son." Rumi sobbed by holding the photo sheet on the chest.

The shadow of the princess's face again greeted, where when the little girl asked permission to work in the city and returned to continue the cauldron with the results of her labor.

The middle-aged woman wiped away the rest of the translucent circles dripping down her cheeks, before heading to the room to rest.

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"Are you sure you're going with Sandy's son back in town?" Jamil looked at the back of his wife who was still busy putting some items in her tote bag.

Rumi nodded as well.

"Then what about Dad?"

Rumi looked at the husband's face. It is impossible to bring the husband when the condition of his body like this. He approached, and squatted down in front of the husband who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Mom has asked Ratih to accompany Dad while Mom is away. I promised not to go long. If you've met our daughter and asked her the truth, then I'll be home."

Similar to him, Jamil also felt a great turmoil. However, the man still tried to look strong.

Car horn sounded. Rumi said goodbye and asked the husband to pray after making sure that someone who came was Sandy.

A wide smile was imprinted on Sandy's face as Rumi appeared in the doorway. He rushed to open the car door to the woman who had given birth to the girl he was targeting. Rumi complied, and entered the iron horse without rejection.

The two did not talk much during the long journey. Rumi is busy guessing, while Sandy asks for prayers so that Zara is in the flower shop so that she will have no trouble organizing a new strategy again.

Three hours passed, they had already started to enter the center of the city. Sandy's chest leaflet is increasingly not karen, as well as Rumi.

I hope that my guess will not miss, or I will fall into the valley of hell that I dug myself.

Sandy spoke in her heart as she began to enter the flower shop parking area. The place was quite crowded with visitors. The employees are busy serving the buyers.

"Auntie, Zara works at this place. Go in and find your aunt's daughter first. I'll catch up."

Mirah. He started down the car with his hands still holding up the old magazine Sandy gave him. His feet began to move, although it felt heavy. He continued to step up and began to open the shop's front glass door.

His net was bewitched by the scene inside that two-story building. Once filled with various types of flowers and colors, which can make the women stunned. However, there is something more important to be the goal.

Shaking a look around, Rumi still did not find the face of the princess. Until an employee approached.

"Sorry, mom. Want to find what kind of flowers, I will be happy to help," said the young woman who is one of the employees of Anastasya flower shop.

"N-no boy. I'm not looking for flowers."

"Then what is this mother looking for?" ask the girl again.

"Is there an employee in this place named Zara?"

The young girl thought for a moment.

"Zara's? What does Zara's mother mean whose body is not too tall and has waist-length hair?" The girl also mentioned other traits that Zara had on Rumi.

Rumi was also poking.

"Can I meet him?" pinta Rumi was hopeful.

"All right, no problem. Zar is upstairs. Wait a minute, I'll call you."

The girl turned her heels and began to climb the stairs that connect with the upper floor.

Rumi smiled haru, he was already impatient to see the face of the princess he had longed for. Praise and thanksgiving were endlessly spoken of from his wrinkled lips. I wish this wasn't just a dream.

His gaze was only fixed on one point. He did not take his eyes off the stairs climbed by a girl who had helped him. Before long, two girls walked together and began to descend the stairs.

Rumi glazed over and was able to stem her longing when the princess's face fell in front of the net.

"Zara," said Rumi unconsciously.

Until the girl who owns the name looks up to the source of the voice. Similar to the mother, the princess did too.

The girl's steps stopped immediately with a stiffening. Netra glazed over before her mind regained consciousness and ran as fast as possible to clutch the body of the Mother.