Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
The Mall

"Do you want that female demon looking for me? Looks like I have to act immediately, before he becomes a threat. Yes, I have to move quickly" muttered Zidan who saw Niken from the second floor of the Mession.

Meanwhile Salsa and Raka are still in the mall, terihar walk in the corridor of the second floor of the mall. Salsa was already using a new long-sleeved yellow hodie in her purchase. He just coated his white shirt with a hodie shirt. While the bottom is still using a gray skirt.

Raka felt uncomfortable with the gaze of some of the mall visitors on them, what else with the behavior of Salsa who was like a child, sometimes pointing at the store he saw, what else with the behavior of Salsa who was like a child, sometimes with his indifference pulled Raka's arm forcefully, to follow in her footsteps.

"Abang, what is it?"

"Again we there yuk?"

Truly, Raka was carrying a five-year-old child.

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Now both hands Raka had been carrying some paper bags, while Salsa was just waltzing, walking agilely in front of Raka. looking around the store.

'Then I look like Om Om who is accompanying the chillies. His... Why not just boss Zidan who accompanied him earlier," Raka grumbled inwardly.

"Abang, brother, look at that!" exclaims Salsa pointed to small children who are riding in cars driven by their parents using a remote.

Raka's eyes narrowed, her premonition starting to feel bad.

Salsa who was getting used to Raka did not care about her.

"Let's go there first bang," invite Salsa while pulling one arm Raka who carries a paper bag.

"Yes, yes, but take off his hand first," grumbled Raka, his head turned left right looking at the person who was watching him.

"Don't ask for anything weird, Salsa!" raka said after his arm was removed from Salsa.

Salsa nodded with a wide smile, revealing a neat row of white teeth. Then he walked quickly in front of Raka approaching children who were playing cars that were not far from where he was.

Raka followed his steps lazily.

'Don't let him ask to ride the odong-odong, bothering once, '" Raka grumbled inwardly.

Salsa was standing next to the children playing in the cars. His eyes began to look glassy, staring at the children.

"Abang.." Call her a spoiled whine.

Raka, who was standing not far behind her, raised her eyebrows.

"No! If you want to ride, just buy, do not play here," exclaimed Raka as if he already knew what was in the mind of the girl in front of him at this time.

"Basic stingy. Uhhhh!" Salsa snorted in annoyance.

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Suddenly Raka's phone vibrated, he immediately put a paper bag on the floor and grabbed the phone in his pants pocket.

"Yes, hello, boss." said Raka when her phone line was connected.

"Where are you? Why haven't you brought the girl home yet?" ask Zidan from the phone.

"I immediately brought his boss home," replied Raka.

"Hmmm, but don't tell me I told you to go home" Zidan said, after which their phone connection was cut off.

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Raka approaches Salsa who is still watching children play in the car.

"Salsa, let's go home" said Raka.

"Sebentar lagi lah bang, kita kan belum ke sana," Salsa menunjuk lantai tiga di atas nya.

"But we have to go home now, next time we come here again. After all this mall belongs to boss Zidan, so whenever you can come here again," said Raka persuaded.

Mata Salsa membola samberi menutup mulut dengan kedua tangan nya.

'OGM.....This mall's got the om, ' his inner unbelief.

"Let's go home," Raka asked, starting to walk in front, followed by Salsa in the back.

Missionsion.

For a moment he leaned his head on the back of the work chair swmbil rubbed his face rough to the top of his head.

"Sorry," Zidan breathed a big breath, turning his neck left and right, stretching his tired muscles. His view is now fixed on a sprig of lollipop, which is attached to a picture figura, then he took the lollipop until detached from the figura.

Still in a leaning position, Zidan stared fixedly at the lollipop whose wrap looked worn out. He smiled to himself as a shadow of the past flashed through his mind.

'She must be big now, and very pretty, ' she murmured with a smile.

Tok

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The sound of knocking on the door from outside, made Zidan flinch.

"Master, dinner is ready" said someone from behind the door.

"You come down, I come down" said Zidan from within.

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Then Zidan left his study, walking down the stairs to the dining room on the ground floor. Still on the stairs, Zidan saw Salsa entering the mension carrying several paper bags in hand, followed by Raka who was not far behind him also carrying more paper bags than Salsa.

Salsa's steps came to a halt as her eyes caught Zidan standing on the stairs staring at her.

Zidan approached Salsa who was standing still with her face down.

"Raka, have you guys had dinner yet?" ask Zidan coldly.

"Not the boss," Raka replied.

Zidan looked at Salsa who was still lowered to the head. "You, immediately clean your body, I wait at the dinner table," said Zidan with his distinctive voice.

"I-iya om," answered Salsa stammered, he walked slowly with his face sitting down while in front of Zidan, but when he turned his back, Salsa spurred his rapid steps up the stairs, until the sound of his footsteps could be heard filling the mission.

Raka wanted to laugh at the behavior of the girl who called herself the brother, but she paused as Zidan stared at her. As a result, Raka can only lick her smile to her side.

Zidan walked towards the living room sofa, then threw his body on the sofa, his eyes looking at Raka who was still standing with some paper bag in her hand.

"Raka." call Zidan.

Raka immediately walked over to Zidan.

"Sit down" said Zidan to his assistant trust.

Raka according to sit on the sofa next to her.

"I want you to keep an eye on Niken and if there's a chance catch him and take him to headquarters" Zidan said, playing with his phone.

"Good boss," replied Raka.

"And one more thing, you must have eliminated the SIM card of his phone first, before bringing it," Zidan stressed every word he said.

"Good boss," replied Raka.

"Go your men, to watch over Salsa, lest her stepfather return with her" Zidan warned.

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Meanwhile. Salsa who was in his room had finished bathing, he grabbed the paper bag he was carrying earlier and took out the contents.

"Thou shaw!" Salsa hit her own jidat.

'I forgot, what I brought was just a uniform and school equipment, while clothes for daily use were the same Bang Raka, ' he grumbled.

Actually in addition to school tools and equipment, in the paper bag that he carried, there was one knee-length dress sea blue, the last he bought in the Mall earlier.

'Did I just wear this one?' murmured while stretching the dress to his body.

'It's okay, I wear this one instead of me wearing a school uniform, I can laugh at Om later, ' his mind.

Finally Salsa used the dress, the blue sea dress, looks harmonious with her white skin, Salsa combed her hair a little wet, she also slipped a bendo in her front bangs. Bendo is the same color as his shirt. Salsa let her back hair down under her shoulders.