Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
The torturous morning

That night, Salsa doesn't care about her husband, who keeps paling her up, lying close to Zidan's back, also wrapped one hand into the stomach of the husband even though directly on the edge by Zidan.

Zidan then pulled the blanket up, covering his body up to the neck. Salsa did not stop there. He overwrote Zidan's body and rolled to the side until their bodies faced each other. But only briefly because Zidan turned back his body to back Salsa back.

"Please, stop this Sabila! I want to sleep" said Zidan coldly, yes it does sound very cold, so Salsa resigned and shifted her body away from Zidan. He curled up to the corner of the bed, with his tears coming out. He held back his cry so as not to make a sound.

Slowly Zidan turned his body, looking at Salsa who was lying in a curled up position on his back, he saw that occasionally Salsa's shoulders trembled.

******

In the morning, Salsa awakens, finding her body in Zidan's arms.

"Well, did you go to the office today?" he asked as he rubbed Zidan's cheek which still closed his eyes.

"Mmhh, yes, why would you come?" reply Zidan with eyes slightly open.

"May, if you ask," he replied and changed his position sitting on the bed.

"No. Today I won't let you go anywhere" Zidan said firmly.

"Yes," Salsa replied without feeling discouraged, unlike usual he would force his will to be followed.

Zidan squinted at his wife because he felt strange about her nature this morning.

"I'm going to take a shower, won't I?" Salsa then got up from the bed with a movement that made Zidan's body hot cold. He had felt Zidan's lower body while continuing to pass. Zidan who was still lying in bed just gawking with his mouth open without batting an eye.

Ish, why does he always tease me. 

Zidan looked down at the bottom of his stomach which was still covered in a blanket, below which was something standing tall.

Zidan could only rub his face roughly. He wanted to chase his wife to the bathroom, but remembered the word doctor Erwin who forbade her not to do the relationship first, until the age of Salsa three months more.

At the moment he is also undergoing a sulking ritual, there is no way he will ask Salsa for help to put his little brother who thrashed down there.

Zidan then did a Sit-up movement on the bed, so as to divert his mind. put his little brother who was getting up straight down there. It really tormented him.

Long enough Zidan did a Sit-up move, and it was quite exhausting his body this morning. Although his breathing is dull and the body is a little sweaty, but, the exercise he did was enough to help make his little sister back to sleep limp.

"Mas, why haven't you woken up yet?" asked Salsa who had just come out of the bathroom in a towel. Salsa casually walked up to Zidan who was still lying on the bed while adjusting his breathing a little bored.

Salsa pressed the back of her cold hand against Zidan's sweaty forehead.

Zidan's eyes gawked back to look at the cleft of his wife's raised arm as Salsa pressed the back of his hand against her forehead.

The mind that he had been struggling to get rid of now appears again.accompanied the bottom of his stomach which again stood upright towering clearly visible from behind the blanket.

"Mas fever?" salsa asked, looking at Zidan's slightly sweaty condition.

Zidan shook his head quickly in response to his wife's question.

"Sweepy, is it hot?" again Salsa who does not know what causes her husband to sweat asked while throwing her sitting next to the bed.

Zidan shook his head quickly

Salsa smiled as her eyes caught the sight under Zidan's stomach.

*****

"That-nothing, i-tu a-I called Santi. Yes, I called Santi nanyain for a lesson, "salsa answered nervously giving an excuse while putting her phone in her pants pocket.

Zidan who had just come out of the bathroom squinted his eyes at Salsa.

"Mas I wait outside huh," said Salsa who wanted to avoid questions from Zidan, then turned her back to go out of the room.

"Wait," said Zidan stopped his steps who was just about to reach the doorknob. Salsa turned her back, looking at Zidan who was walking over to her.

"What else are you hiding from me?" zidan asked with great emphasis while bringing his face closer to Salsa's face. Salsa's steps inched backwards until it stuck to the wall of the room.

"Hidden what? What I'm hiding from the mas, see my hand is nothing, right" replied Salsa as she raised both hands.

"I'm not kidding Sabila! Where's your phone?" pinta Zidan is firm.

"What did you do to ask for my phone? There's a cell phone," he replied.

"Just give me your cell phone is Sabila," pinta Zidan who continues to force.

"No way, I've given this phone to me, why do you ask again" said Salsa who continued to answer.

"I don't want to ask for your phone, I just want to see who you called earlier" said Zidan, who was already upset.

"What did he do? it's my privacy mas, I never asked for a mobile phone mas," Again Salsa's answer burned Zidan's anger this morning. already this morning he had to struggle to put his own little brother to sleep, now he is upset because his wife continues to answer. Like her that morning Salsa was deliberately toying with her........

******

"Well, what clothes it is. Not going to the office today?" salsa asked, who was sitting in the main room waiting for Zidan to have breakfast.

"Indeed why you want me to go to work so badly. Oo, so you can also go out later if the husband is gone? I see! " tough Zidan replied.

"The answer is so great, let's have breakfast" Salsa stood up from the sofa she was sitting on and walked over to Zidan.

"Don't expect you to get out of this house" Zidan snorted.

Salsa held back her laughter trying to be relaxed looking at the face of Zidan who was so upset that morning........

At nine in the morning Raka called Zidan asking him to come to the office, because that day Raka reasoned sick, could not replace him in the office.

Zidan was forced that morning to leave for the office, after warning all the residents of his Missions not to let Salsa out.

Even in his work office so much, but every hour Zidan always call Salsa to ensure his existence.

Zidan's lunch hour returned to the Mension, although in sulking mode but he still missed his wife who always made him worry. on the phone, he also told Salsa that he would go home for lunch and would return to the office after.

After lunch and rest for a moment, Zidan returned to the office. Surely after warning all the residents of the Missions back so as not to let Salsa out.

Until the afternoon Zidan was still in the office, yes, if there was no Raka it was very troublesome. He just got home.

Ding

A WA message goes into his cell phone which is immediately opened.

[Your wife is with me, if you want her to come to the love cafe right now]