Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Responsibilities

Herman was still curious about the figure of the person lying on the bed of the hospital room patient he saw earlier. After he saw Raka die that place. Herman then moved away, hiding behind another building not far from Rita's room.

With her stomach growing hungry, Herman kept an eye on the hospital room. Waiting for a man he often saw in front of the Salsa school rose from the front of the room.

Damnit damnit! why the fucker never got out of there. Where my stomach is getting hungry. 

Herman's grouse kept on swearing.

Not far from where he stood Herman saw a water faucet attached. without a second thought he walked towards the water faucet and drank his water until he let out a burp.

This water can make my stomach full...

While Rita who was in the patient's bed, slowly fingers and eyelids moved. Rita has not realized that she is currently in the hospital, because from this afternoon she only fell asleep because of her very weak body. Slowly his eyes opened, finding a place very foreign to him.

Where'sme? Why is my head so dizzy. 

As he continued to deepen, his eyes circulated looking at every corner of the room.

Rita only realized she was in the hospital, when she saw an infusion needle stuck in the back of her hand. Then he tried to sit down so that he could reach the bottle of drinking water on the nightstand even though his head still felt heavy.

Chequelek

Door opens. Raka and two women entered the room.

"Who are you?" ask Rita who was sitting on the bed of the patient.

"Thank God you're already aware of the madam." replied Raka who stood not far from her.

"Who are y'all? And why am I here." asked Rita who could not remember the accident that happened to her.

"I'm Raka madam, not that we've met before" replied Raka.

Who her? Why did he say he had met me? 

Rita tried to remember the man standing in front of her at this moment.

"I used to go to your house, madam. Bring the dowry money to ask for your daughter. Do you remember." said Raka trying to provoke his memory.

Rita's head was immediately bowed. It was still clear in his memory when he refused all the gifts of his future son-in-law at that time. The words of Raka who said if someday he would regret. Now those words have been proven. The tears of regret were no longer able to hold.

Really am! His regret is even greater, if he remembers the actions he once did to Salsa. Still ringing by his cries Salsa begged for mercy on him. When he hit with his own hands. Imprisoning Salsa only because he believed too much in the mouth words of the husband he once loved so much.

But now, Rita is like accepting karma for the actions she once did. His sobs were getting louder when he remembered the incident.

"Don't think too much about the mistress's past mistakes. Now you are Istrahat! Your daughter definitely does not want to see this. And if it takes anything just tell them both," Raka passed away leaving Rita who was still lamenting her regrets.

Out. Herman who was still paying attention to the hospital room grew increasingly growled with annoyance, when he saw Raka bringing people to guard the room.

Arrrrrrg, shit! I'm more sure that the one in the room must be Rita. 

*****

Salsa woke up early in the morning, looking forward to meeting her mother.

Mas, wake. Wake Mas!" Salsa shook the body of Zidan who was still sleeping.

Zidan wriggled, then pulled Salsa's body into his arms.

"Come on, Mom, get up quickly. He said today I'd like to meet my mother." protest Salsa who was already in Zidan's arms.

"It's still very early, baby. Chickens have not crowed" said Zidan who increasingly tightened his embrace.

"When do you see mom?" her question was trying to let go of Zidan's hand which hugged her body.

"Later noon baby, now sleep again." pinta Zidan further strengthen his embrace.

"No. I don't want to sleep and I won't sleep until I see my mother." - grumbled.

"If you continue to argue, you will not bring you to meet your mother" Zidan threatened her.

"Yes, I'm sleeping" Salsa replied quickly, without wanting to protest again. Zidan smiled knots before returning to continue his dream........

The morning sun was beginning to shine. Salsa just lay on the bed. Zidan is back to continuing his dream.

"Mas. Let's get up," Salsa again shook Zidan's body.

"Let's get up, iiiih." urged Salsa while pulling her hand.

"And I told you, I'll see you later in the afternoon. Anyway, why do you wake up in the morning, it's a Sunday darling," said Zidan who refused to open his eyes.

"Yes, but I got up. Come on, get up, and" Again, Salsa took Zidan's hand. But her husband closed his eyes again.

Satisfied Salsa built Zidan that morning. However, it seemed that Zidan did want to laze around or indeed his eyes were very sleepy.

Salsa smiled as a crazy idea popped into her brain.

This way you will wake up. 

His fingers without command, immediately fumbled Zidan's groin, rubbing gently to the most sensitive part of his body.

Do not stop there, his fingers are more daring to wipe the stick Sakti Zidan who is still in his pajamas. Zidan's breathing was already irregular. However, his eyes were still closed.

Salsa continued to play her fingers there, massaging Zidan's growing magic wand. Salsa's eyes looked back at Zidan's expressionless face.

I'm sure! Actually I'm awake. The proof! it's also starting hard. 

her mind with a smile.

Salsa's fingers are getting naughty again. Now his clumsy fingers have infiltrated into Zidan's pajamas. Touching the wand directly. Before his fingers grasped the magic wand. Salsa looked back at Zidan's face which still gave no expression.

Still not getting up? 

Salsa smiled meaningfully.

Jemari Salsa then grasped Zidan's magic wand which had become increasingly hardened and elongated. Then, his fingers began to slowly sequence the wand. But unfortunately when he saw Zidan's face. That face still displayed a flat face without expression.

Iiiiih, I have not woken up yet either. 

Salsa then pulled his hand again because his attempt to wake Zidan failed.

A few seconds later, it was Zidan's hand that drew Salsa's. Bring that hand back to his magic wand.

"You have to take responsibility," baritone Zidan's voice sounded hoarse with his eyes still closed.

"Salah Mas himself, why not wake up," Salsa again pulled his hand, hiding behind his body.

"Let's go, baby, repeat like that." Zidan peered his head over Salsa's thigh.

"Who told you not to get up" Salsa teased him.

"Well, if you don't want to do it today, don't meet Mom,"

Luckily Zidan still had a powerful sentence that he could use to conquer his wife.

"Come on, the threat of Mas is glaring." salsa murmur.

"Who's fault? The sleeping dragon is awake. Do it!" zidan's orders.

Salsa can only resign, obey her husband's will to put his Dragon to sleep.................

********

Early in the morning, Raka returns to the hospital to take Rita to the ministry. The doctor who checked this morning had also allowed Rita to go home.

"How are you doing now, madam?" asked Raka who had just entered the room.

"Please don't call me madam, because the call is very inappropriate for me" said Rita.

"So, what should I call the madam?" ask Raka.

"Call me mother, or aunt. Maybe that sounds better" Rita replied.

"Well mother Salsa. Are you ready to meet your son and daughter-in-law?" raka asked a little teasing him.

"Honestly Raka, I still doubt, I am ashamed to meet them. What you said was true Raka, someday I will regret it. And now I feel that regret." said Rita.

"Nothing to do dissolves in regret. It is better to fix yourself than to lament mistakes. Not everyone has ever done anything wrong. Already have! Now the mother is ready, because the son and daughter-in-law of the mother are waiting at home" said Raka.