Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Homesick to sleep hugging husband

After meeting Maria outside, Salsa went back into the room, while Maria took an escort to go shopping to buy ingredients to cook her later.

Maria had previously said that she would send two ministerial servants to the hospital, to help look after Zidan. But Salsa refused, because she wanted her own hand to take care of Zidan during her illness. After all, if it has been in the mension all his work as a wife has been taken over all by the waiter, such as cooking, washing, cleaning the house, all in the work of the waiter.

"Darling, I felt nauseous again. Uhuk, huk, huk," Salsa who had just entered, immediately walked up to Zidan who was lying on the bed. Salsa looked panicked and did not know what to do. His hand then rubbed his head and held Zidan's hand simultaneously.

"Mas, I call the doctor first yes," said his panicked voice while gently rubbing Zidan's head. Because at that time he saw Zidan's face that was a little pale because it suppressed his nausea.

"No need! You're here, "pinta Zidan with his eyes closed, he felt comfortable as Salsa rubbed his head.

Salsa can only obey only. one hand continues to wipe the forehead to the top of the husband's head.

Long enough Salsa stood beside the bed, with a hand that continued to rub Zidan's head. slowly he released his hand that had been in the head of the husband. He thinks maybe Zidan's asleep. His legs are now tired because they stand too long. Salsa sat down on the bedside of the patient. While pinching feet that feel tired. Just as he sat down, Zidan's body wriggled like it was about to wake up. Salsa stood up again and rubbed Zidan's head again like before.

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In the evening, Mary returned to deliver the dishes she had deliberately made for her son and daughter-in-law. Zidan who was fed Salsa so enjoyed the food. Mary waited outside until they had finished eating.

After the food that her father-in-law had left, Salsa stepped out to meet Maria and invited her inside.

Zidan only answered briefly when Maria greeted and asked her circumstances without looking at her one bit, but really, all of it made Maria feel very happy, because Zidan was willing to talk to her, because Zidan already wanted to talk to her, although it still looks indifferent.

Maria is also very worried about the state of her daughter-in-law who all day to look after Zidan, of course, her daughter-in-law also feels tired and needs rest. Especially when Salsa is pregnant, adding to the worry of middle-aged women who still look elegant.

"Honey you go home, rest at home, let mama take care of Zidan tonight" said Maria who sat with Salsa on the sofa of the patient's room.

"No ma, Salsa is not tired," Salsa replied quickly. Mary smiled at her daughter-in-law's words, she knew that Salsa would not be able to sleep at home without her husband.

"Yes, you are already anointed, now" Mary shifted her seat beside the sofa, and told Salsa to lie there with her thighs as a pillow. maria's hand also rubbed the top of the daughter-in-law's head making Salsa more comfortable.

On the patient's bed, Zidan felt restless.his eyes occasionally looked towards the sofa, where Salsa lay on top of her thighs. his eyes seemed to dislike the sight he saw.

His brain kept thinking, how his way so that his wife could sleep next to him. he thought the patient's bed was enough to accommodate him and his wife sleep there.

"Uhuk, huuuuk, huuuk," Zidan pretended to vomit, his voice was loud enough to attract his wife.

Sure enough, Salsa and Maria immediately walked over to him.

"Mas why?" Salsa again stood beside the bed while rubbing Zidan's head.

"Mas nauseous again dear, the head of the mas also hurts," Zidan's face paled as if begging for mercy.

"Then I call the doctor! Ma please take care of Mas Zidan for a moment yes," Salsa who looks panicked, handak went out to call the doctor. But Zidan held his hand.

"Don't be a pity, now it's a little mengingan," he said with breath made tight.

Salsa could hear Zidan's harsh-sounding sighs and gasps.

"But I don't know what to do, I just call the doctor, yeah,"

Maria who stood behind Salsa just shook her head, Surely she was very pity with the look of the face and the behavior of the son like this.

Maria sat back down on the sofa, after seeing the expression on Zidan's face that she was very sorry for. It was no different from the face he used to see when he made out with the two of them, at that time Zidan would also attract his attention by pretending to be sick, put on a face like he saw it.

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It had been half an hour that Salsa stood beside the bed with her husband rubbing his head. His legs now feel tired because they stand too long. But Zidan's eyes were still open, there was no sign of falling asleep. Maria was already curled up on the sofa in the room

Zidan can catch the tired face of Salsa who slightly turned sullen, also the swab on his head was now felt different that was soft now a little rough.

"Lay down here" Zidan had indeed shifted his body before he pretended to vomit.

"Where can mas! this is a bed for the sick,"

"Who said no! you don't see this bed is wide enough" Zidan continued to persuade his wife.

"That mas don't have to be a prankster, sleep fast!" salsa's speech now turned sour on her.

"Lying here, you must be tired of standing," persuaded Zidan as he continued to watch his wife's pouting face.

"The number of mas is fast sleep so I can rest," again Salsa refused but her hand still rubbed Zidan's head

"The gas is not sleepy, if you are tired, you rest" said Zidan resigned.

"Are you not nauseous anymore?" said Salsa asked Zidan in reply with a slow nod.

Salsa then went to the maja near Mary lying down, to take a bottle of drink. He sipped a drink in the bottle leaving some.

Then he approached the patient's bed and sat down on the chair next to the bed. Zidan did not have the heart to see, when Salsa massaged her own calves.

****

Before Morning before Salsa woke up from her sleep, with both hands holding Zidan's body and one hand Zidan also coiled on her shoulder. His eyes immediately nyalang, because as he remembered he was sleeping on a chair. He kept wondering why he was in bed. There's no way Zidan did it. His brain just kept thinking about why he could be in bed with Zidan.

Slowly Salsa tried to get rid of Zidan's hand that was coiled around her body, trying not to make her husband wake up. Salsa's eyes are now focused on seeing the hand and the infusion tube that has separated from Zidan's wrist.

Zidan awakens when Salsa is about to put away his hand. Without opening his eyes, Zidan held Salsa's body in one hand.

Salsa saw Zidan's face still closed, but Zidan's left hand was so firmly holding his body.

"Where are you going? It's still morning" Zidan's voice sounded hoarse but his eyes were still not open.

"Mas, how can I sleep here?" Salsa who was still curious tried asking.

"Mana mas know, maybe you miss wanting to hug your husband's body," Zidan teased as he opened one eye.

"Where is there!" Salsa denied it quickly.

"Why are you here?" Zidan looked at Salsa from the corner of his eye.

Salsa was silent, this time she could no longer answer her husband's words, because in fact she was sleeping on the bed.