Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Bathing

That morning Maria was gone, of course she went home to make breakfast for her son and daughter-in-law. At exactly 08:00 a.m., two nurses entered Zidan's room.

"Good morning brother, good morning sir," said the friendly nurse who had just entered, thinking they were Salsa's sister Zidan.

Salsa replied and also returned their smiles.

"Sir, please come out for a while, because we will bathe the patient," the nurse asked Salsa, they continued to walk closer to the bed, pushing a trolley.

For a moment Salsa who was still sitting on the chair beside the patient's bed was stunned, she looked at Zidan with a difficult to understand gaze.

Whahuh? they want to bathe my husband. 

Salsa continued to deepen, with her gaze on Zidan. Then he stood up from his sitting staring nyalang at the two newly arrived nurses.

"No need! HE'S HUSBAND! let me bathe, "Salsa's voice was so loud, and firm with the intonation of emphasis, as if she would not be willing if another woman touched her husband.

Not only Zidan, the two nurses who had earlier thought Zidan and Salsa were brother and sister also gasped when they heard Salsa's words, after which they came out of the room.

"Why? Do you want them to bathe?" salsa grunted when she saw Zidan's face that was still gawking, after the departure of the two nurses.

Zidan shook his head quickly, refuting his wife's accusation, then he scratched his own body, and shook his left hand like a man in rage.

"Mas why?" salsa asked who was watching her.

"Body hives dear," Zidan continued to scratch his own body using his left hand.

"It seems right, I have to take a bath, baby," he continued.

Salsa stood still, thinking about her words earlier, who firmly said if she would bathe her husband.

"Darling, mas already can not stand it, mas body itches," Zidan increasingly strong scratching, to cause red traces on his skin.

"Darling, look at this!" He showed the marks of his handcuffs that turned red. Salsa who saw her still stood still.

"Yes, if you don't want to help, let it be like-,"

"Yes, I help the bath," salsa sergeant interrupted Zidan's words that had been blabbering ever since, but he was still standing quietly beside the bed, thinking about how to bathe her husband who just lay in bed.

"Honey, hurry up" Zidan continued to urge.

"If you don't want to, why did you forbid the nurse," Zidan's mouth was absolutely gnawing that morning, he continued to babble urging Salsa to bathe her.

"Yes, would you like me to wash up, or go to the bathroom?"

"To the bathroom only," Zidan replied with his innocent face.

"But you can't wake up!"

"If you help me, you can" he quickly said, yes last night Zidan had indeed opened an infusion needle on his wrist. He also lifted Salsa up to the bed. Although his right shoulder was still in pain, he did it very slowly without building up the slumbering Salsa.

Salsa squinted, thinking about how to bathe her later in the bathroom, while her right shoulder was still wrapped in bandages.

"Hurry up, help me wake up," Zidan again urged.

Chequelek

The door to the room of the room was open. Salsa turned to look at her in-laws who came in carrying a bushel of food and some paperbag bags.

"Good morning baby, are you awake?" Say hello to Maria while smiling meaningfully at her daughter-in-law.yes before Maria left she did see Salsa and Zidan who was still sleeping hugging on the bed. Maria then put the bushel and the paperbag she brought onto the table.

"Morning too" said Salsa who was now in front of the in-laws, then he kissed the back of his in-laws' hands.

"That's what ma?" salsa asked in pleasantries, looking at her innate in-laws who were quite a lot on the table.

"It just so happened that my mom came, Salsa wanted to ask for help to bring the mas to the bathroom, because I felt her body itching," said Salsa.

"Lho, it's usual there are officers who help bathe patients dear. You wait here for a moment let me call you," replied Maria who was about to step away.

"Ma" Salsa called Mary who had turned her back.

"So they've come, ma, but Salsa refused," he said while playing both fingers below.

Maria smilingly looked at her daughter-in-law, who was now blushing with her face down.

"What if it's your mom who helped bring your husband to the bathroom" said Maria, offering to hold Salsa's shoulders.

Salsa raised her face and nodded in agreement.

The two women of different generations then walked closer to the patient's bed.

"It's a shower, right?" salsa asked.

"Hhhhm," Zidan said and nodded slowly, his eyes reluctant to look at Maria who was standing next to Salsa.

"Then, let me and my mom help bring the mas to the bathroom, yes" said Salsa who was again answered by nodding her head from Zidan.

"Come on," Salsa was so excited, that Zidan no longer refused Maria's help, even if it was only a small favor, it was at least a good start for the closeness of their relationship, he thought.

Same thing with Salsa, Maria was very happy at that time. This was the first time he held the body of his son, whom he had missed for a dozen years, although Zidan was still reluctant to stare at him.

"Say yes mas if it hurts," Salsa assisted Maria began to help Zidan to sit, which in fact it was very easy to do by Zidan.

***

Upon reaching the bathroom, Salsa asked her in-laws to hold Zidan while she took a seat for Zidan to sit down later.

Zidan felt awkward when left alone with Maria. His face he turned to the side staring at the bathroom door.

"Go I can alone" Zidan brushed off the hand of Mary holding his body.

"Mas! don't say that," said Salsa, who was standing at the door.

"It's okay baby, you come in fast" Maria walked out past Salsa with her face slightly lowered, hiding her face. There was no usual smile on the middle-aged woman.

Salsa's heart was so filled to see her father-in-law, but she could not do anything either, because she did not want to interfere too much with what she did not know.

He went inside, putting down the bench he had brought for Zidan just now violently.

Creek

He also threw open the bathroom door.His eyes were reluctant to look at Zidan who was standing next to him.

"Hurry up and sit!" she said without seeing her husband. Zidan said he also sat on a plastic bench that Salsa brought earlier.

Salsa was still upset by Zidan's attitude towards her in-laws earlier. Undressing Zidan by turning his face away.

"Auw.., sick, slow down baby," ringis Zidan as Salsa lifted his shirt up.

"The pain of mas is nothing, in comparison, the pain of a mother during childbirth," replied Salsa who was still upset.

Zidan just kept silent as he continued to look at the face of his wife who still looked annoyed. Now that Zidan's clothes have been released, Salsa put them in a bucket that is already available there.

Still looking away, Salsa knelt in front of Zidan, pulling her husband's pants. Zidan also slightly raised his hips up, to make it easier for Salsa to open it.