Two Rings of the CEO

Don't Go

Zara stared at the money sheet in her clutches. This is all he brought as a fare to reach his hometown. Glancing briefly at the argometer of the taxi, the pale-looking girl observed the surroundings before asking the taxi driver to pull over.

If he continues to use taxi services, then the money he brings will not be enough. Until he chose an angkot that can deliver it to the destination at a fairly affordable cost.

The girl with the scarlet thread looked silent along the way. Doubtful about the next step he will take after arriving in front of his house.

The mother had spoken if she no longer recognized herself as a child. However, the girl also understood if the sentence was thrown due to a momentary emotion which of course was based on anger to cause regret in the future.

"Stop there sir," Zara told the transport driver, pointing at the entrance of the village where she lived.

The blue-colored cargo was pulled over, after paying the fare, Zara continued it back on foot. Tired and hungry no longer felt. The day began to fall and almost darkened. However, Zara is not broken charcoal, she should be able to come to her parents before nightfall. Even though the money sheet in the gang has run out is not left.

The village was quite quiet, making him a little horrified and choosing to speed up his pace. The thin pink arch reflected a smile, as it stared at the modest building that was slightly visible from a distance.

He continued to move, even though the situation around it was getting dark. The lights on the porch seem to light up. There was a deep sense of longing that the girl now felt. The birthplace he had left for a few months.

His shoes had already begun to step on the ground of the front yard of the house. For a moment, the little girl was glued, and pecked. His steps stopped when he heard cries from inside the house with the door closed.

Clear thread started to drip. Sedu sedan from both his parents, greeting the eardrum. A lump of confidence to dare to show themselves and say sorry, now shattered instantly with the roar of the two parents who had raised him.

Squeezing his own clothes, the small body weakened and rested on the ground. There was still an apology stored up for him. There is no power, Zara who intends to enter the house just undo his intentions.

Turning around, he limped towards a place that could be used for shelter. Not finding a building, the girl also found a shady tree and set her feet there.

Leaning her back on the tree trunk, Zara touched her stomach which kept ringing to ask to be filled. Clear thread incessantly drip, sobs sounding soft. I don't know what the continuation of his life with the baby in the womb. Tiredness began to say hello, to walk was no longer able to. Until he could just shut up and start sleeping.

The greeting in the ears and the shock in the shoulders were faintly felt. Due to extreme drowsiness, Zara did not care about her surroundings.

"Zara, get up" said one who also shook his shoulder slowly.

The clear net was bloated, the surroundings were pitch dark and only illuminated by the moonlight. The girl was surprised and looked up, looking at the face of someone who had woken her sleep.

"You who?" A person's face looks unclear because of the lack of lighting.

"Zara, this is Auntie Ratih." Submissive, Ratih also rubbed the face of the nephew who felt cold.

"Auntie!" pekik Zara then clasped the middle-aged woman's body before spilling her clear circle back.

The girl's shoulders and back shook, a rhythmic cry. Ratih rubbed the tiny back and tried to calm down.

"Calm down. You'll be fine with Auntie." Ratih pulled Zara's weak body, then pemapah and took her to a house not far from that place.

******

Anastasya stared at his two suitcases with a troubled feeling. The girl was sitting in the seat of a train station. Trying to keep and close all the memories, Anastasya determined to leave the city, to the village of birth.

There is nothing that prevents his desire. When the other passengers began to hurry, he began to get up and then pulled his two suitcases. His smile expands, at least there is a hope to achieve happiness in the hometown.

Already standing in the doorway of the car that was wide open, suddenly a greeting sound touched the eardrum.

"Tashya..."

The girl's body immediately pecked, no one else who called her name with that name except, Rangga.

The girl breathed deeply. Maybe it was just a mere illusion of self, trying to thwart his intentions.

Trying to ignore him, Anastasya began to step back until half of his body had entered the train. However, now not only his name is called, a hand pull greeted his body until he returned down the car.

The half-dead shocked girl was still trying to gather consciousness. Even his two suitcases were thrown out when the train started walking.

"What are you doing? I even missed my train because of you." Anastasya who was still pierced, still wiping the dirt on his clothes, still did not look at the body figure that had made him lose control and fall.

What is. Su-that voice.

The girl looked up, and was surprised to find the face of the owner of the familiar voice.

"You?" Anastasya clenched his hands. Rushed up and pulled the suitcase without caring for the man who was trying to get his attention.

Not wanting to lose, the man pulled back the girl's arm.

"I beg. Stay with me and don't walk away from me" prevent Rangga as Anastas is about to leave.

"For what!" anastasya. "To be able to hurt you again?" connect the girl by raising her tone.

"Anastasya, please, forgive me. This is not all of my will. But I promise you, after this, we'll build everything up from scratch again."

Rangga, the handsome man in black looks fixed on the face of a girl who several years he left behind. Trying to keep the heart, the 185-centimeter-tall man has never been in a relationship with any woman during his life in the country of people. Love and all his feelings he keeps for Anastasya.

Trying not to falter, Anastasya approached the sturdy man. Throw a view that is not as warm as it used to be. For Anastasya, Rangga is only a shadow of mass wear and tear that needs to be destroyed.

"I've forgiven you for a long time, but stop preventing my desires. Remember, you're nobody to me now."

Want to avoid, even though the heart is against. Anastasya pulled back the suitcase and stepped back. While Ragga, powerless to be able to hold it back. However, just a few seconds stepped up, again heard someone mention his name.

"Miss, back!"

Anastasya turned his head, looking for the direction of the sound source.

A middle-aged woman dressed as a waitress ran over trying to chase after a girl whose name she had mentioned several times.

"Bi Surti, what's wrong?"

Stopping the step, Surti who was still stunned was pulling his two non-arm so as not to pass away.

"I beg you, miss. Don't go." Unravelling tears. Surti still pulled the body of the nonanya, even though the lady did not show movement.

"Yes, but what's up. What happened, Bi? Tell me? Don't confuse me like this." Anastasya gently rubbed Surti's arms. The middle-aged woman looked so anxious and chaotic that she had to calm down first.

"Miss Zara-"

Zara

"Zara, what's wrong with Zara?" Hearing Zara's name, Anastasya became worried. There is anything about the girl, to make Surti so panicked.

"Miss Zara disappeared yesterday and until now still has not been found."

"What?"

Anastasya felt, if the current situation was not okay. He can indeed predict from the beginning, that the marriage of Arka and Zara that had been covered, will explode if some people closest to them, know it.

"Only Miss Anastasy is our only hope to be a deterrent to straightening this matter, and--"

"All right, I'll be back." Anastasya pulls Surti's hand to leave the station by leaving both of his luggage behind.

Surti is moved. He realized that both of his master's husbands had the same level of leadership in each other. Until sure if Anastasya will not be possible to stay still, if it concerns the matter of Zara.

Meanwhile, Rangga who was still standing and abandoned by the two women, gave a faint smile on his lips.

As if understanding, Rangga pulled the suitcase that Anastasya had left with both hands. Not only did Surti feel happy, it would stop Anastasya's return, but it was the Pranglah who felt the most happiness.

At least, by holding the girl to remain in the city, making it more free to meet and try hard to get an apology from someone who is very dear to her.