Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Pizza Stuff

That morning at Salsa's.

Herman who had just returned from his place to gamble, with a tangled face and red eyes into the house, his stomach was rumbling. Herman came home, because there was no more capital for him to gamble let alone to buy food outside, hoping at home there is food in the field.

"Rone.......Rita......." Herman shouted to call his wife, but there was no answer, with a giant step he continued to step towards the kitchen. opened the hood of food inside which there was only a plate of cold fried rice.

'Lumayan lah, rather than starving me' his mind immediately ate the fried rice.

'Today where should I look for capital huh.' he thought as he continued to bribe fried rice. Yes, Herman was thinking about capital for him to gamble again later that night, because the 300 thousand money he took from his wife's wallet last night, he was used up for gambling.

Chequelek

The door opened, Rita stepped into the house, walked into the kitchen with a bag of crackle. in the kitchen Rita saw her husband was eating fried rice made earlier.

"I think you've left for work" said Herman, his eyes focused on the bag of crackle that Rita carried.

"I'm not working anymore Man," replied Rita coldly, putting the bag on the table.

"Lho, why?" ask Herman in wonder.

"Reduction of employees, so the employment contract is not connected," replied Rita indifferently, while opening the Kresek bag that she was carrying earlier, containing supplies of food ingredients.

"But they gave you a severance right?" herman asked again, pouring gallon water into the glass.

"Not much, maybe only enough for our food supply one month," Rita replied and arranged the food ingredients into the refrigerator.

A sneaky grin rose on Herman's face.

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The Salsa school.

The break bell rang, the white-gray students scattering out of the classroom. But not with Salsa who is still packing her stationery and books.

"Sa, come to the cafeteria, you will have to tell me something," Santi who was nearby immediately pulled one hand of Salsa.

"Yes, wait a minute I want to put these books in the bag first," Salsa held her hand, while putting the stationery and books into the bag.

The impatient Santi let go of his handrails, standing beside Salsa.

When Salsa was standing, Santi immediately drew his best friend's hand, walking quickly to the canteen.

Arriving at the canteen Santi ordered food and drinks, while Salsa did not order anything because he did not have money.

"Now tell me everything," said Santi who had just sat down. Salsa just smiled looking at her best friend.

"Sa, you heard me. Even the smile of his own smile, not very clear" Santi grumbled slightly patting the table in front of him.

"Yes, baffles. Where do you want me to start?" salsa smiled at her best friend.

"From the beginning, from the start you wait at the supermarket, where are you waiting? go where? you know Sa, what a panic I'm looking for you like," Santi said with many questions.

Salsa let out a long sigh before answering her friend's question.

"I got Om Herman, he forced me to go with him" replied Salsa of the many questions Santi asked.

"Herman?! your stepdad's that?" santi asked, nodding Salsa's head.

"Where's he taking you?" santi asked again, as the waiter came to deliver her order.

"Kamu nggak makan Sa?" tanya Santi lalu tangannya meraih orenge jus lalu menyeruput nya.

"No I'm still full" Salsa replied lying. There was no way he would be honest, not have any money.

Santi stared fixedly at his best friend, like he was reading what Salsa thought.

Then Santi got up from his seat, walking ordering the same meal for Salsa. Santi knows his best friend must not have money.

Santi sat back down, after ordering food for Salsa.

"Terus kamu di bawa ke mana sama si Herman brengsek itu?" tanya Santi lagi, sungguh hari ini dia seperti seorang wartawan pemburu berita.

"Home to Mr. Albert" Salsa replied as he was.

"Mr Albert!?" santi repeated reassuringly as if in disbelief.

According to him Mr. Albert is a leech who has a nightlife, used to peddle women there.

Santi closed his mouth, looked left-right afraid of his words had been heard by his other friends.it must not be good for his best friend.

"This cannot be allowed Sa, until when are you treated like this continues? You have to fight him Sa." said Santi memgebu.

"No need for San, I don't want you to be angry anymore" Salsa replied with a forced smile.

The food that Santi ordered for Salsa came, Salsa did not know, if his friend ordered food for him.

"Eat this for you" Santi thrust a plate of food in front of Salsa.

"I'm the one who deals," Santi quickly cut.

"Thank you San, I'm so good,"

Salsa who was hungry, could not speak anymore, without a stale he ate food in front of him.

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Prior to his time at the Ziro Company.

Zidan could not focus on working, since just standing staring at the city view, from behind the glass of his room.

'Heis, why do I always think about that girl?" muttered.

Zidan then took the phone, contacted Raka.

"Go to the girl's school now, buy her food, and give her money." Without waiting for Raka to reply, Zidan's phone connection was disconnected.

Raka rushed to do absolute orders from his Boss.

After buying pizza at a restaurant, Raka drives her vehicle to Salsa school.

'Basan boss suck, he who wants to approach the girl A-B-G, even I who have to bother" grumbled his own.

Raka put his marcedes-benz into the school grounds, of course, saw the luxury car security guard who was on guard saluting him.

Raka got down from her vehicle, with the gazes of the students, who had wanted to see the figure of the person in the luxury car.

Raka walked up to one of the schoolgirls who had since seen her without blinking.

"Hello, do you know Salsa?" ask Raka to the student.

"What do you mean salsabila children IPA 1 class 12," said the student friend earlier.

Raka does not know the full name of Salsa, what else her class is, but she just justified the answers of the students in front of her.

"Yes, can you take me?" ask Raka to the student.

"So she was in the cafeteria, let me drop her off,"

Raka walked following the footsteps of the girl in the white ash-and-grey uniform in front of her.

"That's it," pointed to the student who delivered Raka earlier.

"OKs. Thank you, yes,"

Raka then walked over to Salsa.

"Miss, I was told by the boss to deliver this food, "Raka put the pizza on the table.

Salsa stood up and pulled Raka's hand away from Santi and his friend who had been watching Raka.

"Why did you come here anyway?" salsa asked frantically, she looked left and right making sure no one near her would hear.

"So the Boss told me to deliver food for Miss" Raka replied flatly.

"How many times have I told you not to call me Miss" Salsa grumbled.

"And why did you deliver food for me?"

"I'm just following Miss's orders, if miss doesn't like talking to Boss Zidan," Raka replied without cold.

"Abang.do not call me Miss again, later on heard people, think I'm the king's son anyway," grumbled Salsa, who immediately covered her mouth with both hands, and, because the sound is quite loud, so many pairs of ears that hear it.

raka was still standing silently expressionless.

"Yes, Brother go, Salsa will eat" Salsa encouraged Raka's body to go from there.

Raka followed him, he immediately left from there.

Salsa sat back in her original seat, smiling clumsyly at her best friend, but Santi instead gave a horror look full of probing.

"Who is he?" santi asked, looking at her.

"Not who, let's eat again" Salsa replied diverting.

"Oo is nobody, yes" said Santi and grabbed the pizza that Raka put on the table.

"Then what is this?" one of Santi's eyebrows shot up.

Then I opened the pizza box.

"As if there's something you're hiding from me?" santi continued to ask questions.

"In-He's my employer" salsa answered lying.