Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Jealous

Zidan was glued to look at Salsa who had just been danced by Mis Rida in her beauty salon.

"Mas, let's go home" Salsa asked. However, Zidan still stood still looking at her without blinking.

Why do you look at me like that. 

his inner self while looking at Miss Rida who stood up in excitement.

"Mas, let's go home," but similarly, Zidan was still silently staring as if he hadn't listened to his words.

Miss Rida finally walked over to Zidan. The pat on the shoulder made Zidan aghast.

"Mr mistress calls," rebuked Miss Rida.

Zidan immediately turned his face which had since looked at Salsa.

"Let's go home" said Salsa.

"Hm," Zidan took a step first after seeing Salsa at a glance. I don't know why he felt something at the time.

Salsa looked at Miss Rida as if she wanted to ask, why is she? the one Miss Rida answered with a two-fingered cackle while chuckling happily.

"Mas, wait!" his shout called out to Zidan who had already walked in front. Zidan stopped, Salsa hugged his arm. Then they walked back.....

After buying a school uniform, Zidan takes Salsa to lunch at a fast food restaurant before returning to the mansion.

Two plates of food were served on the table and two glasses of fresh juice.

"Mas, isn't it pretty?" ask her with up and down both eyebrows.

Salsa wanted to ask when she was still in the salon. How the results of makeup polish and new hairstyle.

"Hmm," replied Zidan flatly, as he disliked his wife's change.

"Mas why the hell? Less healthy?" ask her.

"Hurry up. finish your meal," replied Zidan coldly.

"That's what exactly? If I'm wrong, what's wrong with me? Don't be like this." Salsa's lips pursed forward while coarsely stirring the food on the plate without bribing her.

Zidan took a long breath. Put a spoon and fork on the plate.

"You're not wrong, it's just that I'm afraid that you're like this. I'm afraid a lot of men will like you" Zidan said, making Salsa smile.

"Oh my goodness, jealous? Yes, finally my handsome husband can also be jealous," said Salsa teasingly as she chuckled.

"You happy? make a mas like this?" ask her ketus by turning her face.

"No, where I'm happy, if you don't like me to remove it now," Salsa shifted her chair to stand up.

"Where are you going?" ask Zidan.

"You wash your face, you don't like this powder polish." Salsa was standing up to leave.

"No need, sit down." Zidan asked coldly.

"Iiih, I've been so wrong, I said I didn't like it. Now I want to remove this make-up, Mas forbid too," she grunted.

"Mas just don't like it, if there are other men who look at you or admire your look" said Zidan.

"Yes, I'll wear a hijab" replied the original Salsa.......

In the evening Raka came to the Mension. Carrying the Salsa home certificate Zidan requested.

"It just so happened that you came Raka. I also wanted to send you here" said Zidan, who had just walked out of the room.

"What's the boss?" asked Raka after Zidan sat down.

"I want you to find Sabila's mother, she saw her at the intersection of the red light. Get your people to look around there, or you can spread the leaflets out so you can easily find them."

"Sorry boss, I don't have a photo of him, to make a flyer."

Zidan confirmed what Raka said. To make flyers it is necessary to take photos of faces, so that people can easily recognize.

"Raka, didn't you ever meet her when I told her to send her a dowry?" ask Zidan.

"True boss, and I still remember his likeness." replied Raka.

"That means you're the one who has to look for Raka" Zidan said.

"But, what about the boss' office? bad Sergeant Raka refused directly.

"You'll be able to find him after Raka's office" Zidan replied as he pleased.

Raka grunted in annoyance, but he could not also refuse the boss's orders......

In the room, Salsa hung the new uniform in her purchase into the closet. But, for a moment he thought, and again took the uniform that was hung earlier, then he walked out of the room carrying his uniform to Mary's room. He was afraid his uniform would disappear again if he kept it in his bedroom closet.

"What's the matter, baby?" maria asked in surprise, when she saw Salsa standing at the door of the room holding the school uniform.

"Ma, Salsa can not ride the school uniform in your room, tomorrow morning Salsa take again," pinta.

"Lho's? Why not just keep it in your room, baby?" ask Maria.

"Salsa was afraid of being lost again ma." her reply made Maria smile.

"O, yes, here," Maria took the school uniform from Salsa's hands.

"Thank you ma. But not ma-pa, if Salsa wakes up mama in the morning?" her question was answered by a nod from Maria.

"Then Salsa returned to the room again ma, about her want to finish the books," he said asking for permission before leaving.

******

In the morning, Salsa was in her school uniform. So did Zidan, he chose to go to the office rather than waiting for his wife to go home from school just at home.

It was hard for Zidan to let his wife go back to school. For a second, he didn't want to part. However, to prohibit him also can not, because Salsa insisted force.

After kissing the back of Zidan's hand in the car, Salsa immediately came out because she saw Zidan's gelagat who was still reluctant to let go.

Salsa walked cheerfully into the school grounds. It was his first day back at school after almost a month of vacation despite continuing to do the work the teacher had sent him. But, he also misses the atmosphere of the school and his best friend Santi.

Salsa turned her body looking towards the outside of the school gate. She smiled to find her husband's car outside.

Actually Salsa was the same as Zidan, her heart also felt heavy to part with her husband even though it was only a few hours.

***

"Woi. wake up! It's noon, go get some money, I'm hungry." Herman shook Rita's body with his legs sleeping on a pile of used cardboard.

Rita opened her eyes, slowly sitting on the pile of cardboard, she looked up to see Herman standing in front of her.

"I don't think my body is healthy today, Man" complained Rita while massaging her forehead.

"If you don't work, what do we eat?" snapped Herman.

"You're the one who works! what else do I have to do? You forbid me to sell at that red light, yourself," complained Rita still massaging her forehead.

"You can do other work, scavenging, begging, or whatever. The important thing is to make money" Herman said.

"My body is limp Man, let me rest today," please Rita.

"Yes, your body will be more limp if you just fall asleep. Now go get some money,"

"I beg you this time the Working Man. My head feels so dizzy." again, Rita pleaded.

"You know for yourself, no one wants to take me to work. Quickly go find the money I'm really hungry." then Herman waltzed away........

*****

The break bell has rung. The students are out of class. But, not with Salsa who prefers to sit in the classroom, read the message that Zidan sent on his cellphone.

"Sa, yu canteen," asked Santi, however, Salsa who was too focused on reading the message Zidan sent to her cellphone did not hear what Santi said.

"Dorr," the pat on the shoulder made Salsa tremble in shock.

"Damn. You fuck San," Salsa snorted.

"Why are you Sa? From then on I noticed my own smile." asked Santi.

"Nothing, where am I smiling" said Salsa.

"Cantin yuk," Santi asked while pulling Salsa's hand.

"Lazy ah, you have," Salsa refused. Actually she was again waiting for Zidan to send her a message, Zidan said he would come at lunchtime.

"Are you sure I live alone?" santi asked, looking at her.

"Yes, you go to the cafeteria" replied Salsa.

"All right, I'll go to the cafeteria first" said Santi passed away.

Salsa read some of the messages Zidan had sent her.

Not how long his phone rang, a photo of Zidan plastered on the screen of the phone that contacted him.

"Yes, mas. Wait a minute, I'm out right now" Salsa said as her phone line connected.

"Honey, dear you eat in the cafeteria, or later let me tell Raka to deliver food there. Mas can't come to your school right now," replied Zidan trying to talk calmly so as not to make Salsa anxious.

"How come you didn't come anyway?" her protests.

"Later tell me at home, yeah," and then the phone line disconnected.