Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Eating in the rantang

Alfredo and Raka are still at the scene of Zidan's shooting. The middle-aged man combed every inch of the location there. But found nothing.

For a moment the man who was more than half a century was thinking of looking around the place.

"Wouldn't we be able to see the perpetrator, from the master's CCTV footage," Alfredo said after being content to examine the location but found no clues.

"Yes right sir," Raka then walked towards her car, coincidentally her working leptop was in the car. Alfredo also followed him from behind.

Jemari Raka nimbly plays on the keyboard. It didn't take long for him to get CCTV footage of the shooting.

Both of Raka's eyeballs seemed to focus on paying attention to the leptop screen. He sped up the video footage until a motorcycle passed next to his car, then he paused the video footage.

But damn it, he could not see clearly the face of the perpetrator because he was covered in a helmet. And unmarked vehicle number plates.

Click

Raka again paused the video footage as the man pointed his gun. He enlarged the image when he saw the scorpion tattoo on the back of the hand of the person who brandished the weapon at him.

Raka is very familiar with the group that uses the tattoo.

**

The next morning at the hospital.

Salsa woke up from her sleep, on a chair beside the patient's bed. But the hunger attacks in the stomach, his taste can not he hold it anymore. He walked closer to the not-so-big table, where he saw a big bushel.

Who's this got? 

The aroma of cooking in the bushel, increasingly making worms in his stomach thrashed. Rantang is only seen in his hold and in his indus only. Without daring to open it.

Chequelek 

The door to the room was open. Salsa's body that had been bent because it was too enjoying the aroma of cooking in the bushel immediately stood firm when he heard the sound of the door being opened.

"Good morning madam," looks Raka who is neat in her work suit.

Similar to Salsa, Raka's smell was not able to breathe the aroma of cooking in the bushel.

"Who's this lady?" raka's hand was already on the bushel to open it.

Plaques

His hands were immediately brushed by Salsa.

"Dad, brother, this ain't Salsa." Again Salsa's nose inhaled the aroma of cooking in the bushel, because it was briefly exposed to a little by Raka.

"Madam if the food is in this room, it means it was deliberately brought for us here, ma'am," Raka increasingly felt hungry when he smelled the aroma of food in the bushel.

Zidan also woke up from his sleep hearing the noise of Salsa and Raka about the food.

"What's wrong?" Zidan's heavy voice lying on the bed stopped Salsa and Raka's argument.

"That's because Raka mas zidan's brother woke up," Salsa then walked up to her husband. While Raka was just speechless looking at his boss's wife who was walking closer to Zidan.

"Wake up?" Salsa kissed her husband's lips. Making Zidan gawk at her in wonder. Never before had his wife taken the initiative to kiss him all this time.

"Are you hungry?" Salsa sat down on the chair next to the bed.

"You eat first, it was the food that brought him," Zidan's face grimaced as if holding something back, which was immediately caught by Salsa.

"Mas why? Whether anyone was sick," Salsa looked anxious, she stood back up to check on Zidan's body.so Raka who walked over to the patient's bed when she heard Salsa's anxious voice.

"Mas is okay, dear," Zidan forced his face to smile at the sight of Salsa who was worrying about him.

"Mas must be a lie, let me call the doctor first," Salsa was about to step away. But one hand was held by Zidan.

"Mas just felt nauseous, maybe you got a cold," Zidan was seen about to pull something out of his mouth.

"Duh.... mas why the hell..?" Salsa was increasingly panicked as Zidan poured liquid from his mouth onto the hospital floor.

"Let me call the madam doctor" Raka hurried out of the room.

Salsa rubbed her husband's forehead, because she didn't know what to do.

Not long after, Raka returned to the patient room with a doctor. Salsa slightly moved away from the bed, allowing the doctor to examine her husband.

****

How is my husband doc? What exactly happened to her?" salsa asked anxiously as the doctor finished examining her husband.

"Nothing serious madam, you don't have to worry," the doctor replied casually.

"But why was he vomiting?".Salsa's face still panicked.

"Maybe the effect of the drug after the surgery last night mistress," the doctor replied still with his relaxed.

Zidan's face is now getting pale and increasingly weaning.

****

After the doctor left, and seeing Zidan's closed eyes, Salsa walked to the toilet.

"Where are you going?" Zidan slightly straightened his head upwards.

"You'll go to the bathroom for a while, mas" Salsa stepped back into the toilet.

While on the sofa, Zidan saw Raka who had opened Rantang containing food that Jefri brought earlier.

"Who told you to open the bushel?" Raka looked at Zidan who was staring intently at him.

But Raka slightly ignored her, after all her boss was also unable to do anything as well she thought.

"Whether......!" The sound of Zidan's cry that sounded like a whisper was unable to stop Raka's activities.

Watch out for you Raka!!! You will receive punishment from me!!! 

The furious Zidan could only curse in the heart.

Salsa was already out of the bathroom.rushing she walked closer to Raka who looks to be scooping food onto the plate.

"Iiiih, you're not eating," Salsa also picked up a plate and sat down on the sofa next to Raka.

"Sorry madam, I can't stand the smell. My stomach is getting hungry," Raka began to bribe the food inside her plate.

"Well, it's really delicious bang, not only the aroma, the taste is also so delicious.but who cooked it huh bang? This isn't the taste of Marni's cooking?" Salsa praised the food that had just entered her mouth.

"To be exact, madam, I wanted to say that, too,"

Salsa and Raka did not realize that there were eyes that had been watching them with dislike. But he was also unable to prevent it.

"Don't finish the meal, I'm hungry too" Zidan's voice stopped Raka's hand from adding food to her plate.

"But there are still many bosses! The boss won't be able to spend it alone," Raka looked down to scoop the food inside the bushel onto her plate.

This time Raka really made Zidan rise in blood, I don't know what made him ignore the words of his boss.

****

Finished eating and packing up the leftovers inside the Salsa bushel walked up to Zidan and sat down next to him. To coincide with that, the nurse also brought in a breakfast menu for patients.

"Darling, hungry" Zidan said, sounding like a child whining for food. Salsa then took the food that the nurse had brought.

"I don't want to eat that!" zidan refused.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Salsa.

"Who was in the bushel earlier," Zidan's eyes looked at Rantang who had been neatly arranged on the table.

"It's over" said Salsa slowly.