Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Go to jail.

"Now you can start telling it," said Santi who had just sat on the canteen bench, Salsa also sat in front of him.

"Where do you want that story? there's no way I'll tell you everything" Salsa smiled as she showed off her white teeth.

"Who was the guy who came to see you last night?" ask santi.

"Oo, that's Abang Raka's name, why do you like it?" salsa Goda.

"I'm serious Sa," Santi snorted.

"Yes I'm also serious, his name is Raka, he's his friend the Om," Salsa responded casually.

"Omm?" Santi scrunched his forehead.

"Yes, Om that's the one who saved me from Mr. Robert, I told you last night" Salsa said.

"Hmm.." replied Santi was not satisfied.

"Keep that phone? where did you get it from?' santi asked, her eyes now fixed on the Salsa bag on the table.

"It's also in the love of the Om, said if I don't want to accept it, I can throw it, yes I think rather than I throw it away, I'd rather just use it," answer Salsa as it is.

Santi looked at the friend sitting in front of him. He felt not savage with the answer given by the superior student.

"Let's see your pencil, like it's an expensive phone" Santi said.

Salsa took her cell phone that was in the bag giving it to her best friend.

"Lunatic....... It's a really cool phone Sa, you know how much it costs?" seloroh Santi after seeing the phone in his hand.

"Yes I know San, I have a cell phone I've never had" Salsa replied honestly.

"It costs 30 million more Sa" Santi chanted hysterically.

"Ohssst..... Your bucket's mouth can be in the melanin a little bit anyway," Salsa put one of her index fingers on her lips.

"Yes, yeah.... But it's real Sa, it's the latest phone, and at our school, I've never seen anyone wear it," it was Santi whose eyes never escaped from the phone.

"Surely you don't know, right, the advantages of this phone?" chirp it.

"Eh... But by the way, how are you? Must be old, fat and ugly huh?" ask Santi again who started kepo, but his eyes and fingers are still busy playing on the phone screen.

"Mending you eat first San, soon bell in," Salsa said.

Santi who was too busy with a cell phone in his hand, to forget the food in front of him.

Santi then returned the phone to Salsa, then grabbed the plate and spoon, began to bribe the food on her plate.

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Meanwhile somewhere else.

Rita, worried about her husband's condition, takes Herman to the hospital. Herman's situation worsened after he was hit by Raka and his men.

Returning home from the hospital, Salsabila's mother helped Herman lie in bed, she also helped Herman take medicine.

After Herman fell asleep, Rita went to the police station, carrying the results of the visa he asked the doctor earlier, without Salsabila's stepfather knowing. Rita will report a moaning on her husband, whom she accuses Salsabila, her own biological daughter.

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After getting a report from Rita, the police immediately moved to pick up the suspect at school.

Three police officers came to Salsa school, greeted by the headmaster. After listening to the police, the school escorted the police to Salsa's classroom, which is now teaching and learning.

Satu orang guru masuk ke dalam kelas Salsa, setelah meminta izin pada guru yang mengajar.

Tidak lama guru itu membawa salsa keluar kelas. Salsa tadi nya bingung, ketika guru itu meminta nya untuk ikut bersama. kini ia menjadi cemas, melihat tiga orang polisi berdiri, di samping kelas nya.

"Are you Salsabila?" ask one of the policemen with his distinctive voice, firm and authoritative.

"Right sir," replied Salsa nervously. Must be nervous, because only the time he faced with the state apparatus.

"You we brought to the office, according to the report of the complaint from sister Rita, for the case of braking experienced by brother Herman." 

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Sure enough, now Salsa's heart beats faster, his palms now begin to get wet, when he heard the words of the sturdy police. His heart was shrouded in confusion, nervousness, fear and anxiety. What's the matter? After all, he was just a victim, then why did he have to be brought to the police station?

Salsa was silent, but she complied as the policemen took her away. His lips were too stiff, unable to say a word, to defend themselves.

Santi who had asked permission to leave the class, saw clearly when his best friend was brought by the police.Himself was also confused. However, he could not do anything, he just stood silently staring at the back of his best friend, walking further and further away flanked by two police officers on the left and right.

"What did Salsa do? Why did the police take him?' santi Gumam.

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Bell went home from school and Santi rushed out of class. He also brought his friend's bag left behind. Not far away his feet stepped, the cell phone inside the Salsa bag rang. Santi picked up, the phone call, after seeing Raka's name on the phone screen.

"Hallo," said Santi after his phone connection.

"Have the lady gone home? message the non-boss," 

"I'm sorry, I'm not Salsa," Santi cut off before Raka said her sentence at length.

"Where's Miss Salsa?" ask raka across the phone.

"Tas Salsa was left behind at school, an hour ago Salsa was taken by the police,"

Tuuuuth...

Not finished Santi explained, the phone connection was cut off.

"Huh, you're not polite!" gerutu Santi, when Raka ended the phone connection unilaterally.

"Jeff! an hour ago where were you?" tanya Raka was full of emphasis in each of her sentences.

"Cu-just coffee in the front shop of the school Miss Salsa, sir," replied the jefri stammered. Although from a phone call, he knew that Zidan's confidant was currently angry, and there must be a fatal mistake that he had committed.

"Basic is useless! Now you're looking for Miss Salsa at the police station! You change the position, there," Raka snapped, making Jefri move the phone away from his ear.

"Ba-good sir," Jefri replied, before the call ended.

Jefri lansung did Raka's orders. He went to the nearest police station looking for his employer.

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Meanwhile, the Ziro Company.

Raka is seen walking back and forth in her workspace, hands still holding the phone, occasionally she looks at the phone screen, like waiting for a phone call to come in from someone.

Not how long the phone in his hand went off. Raka quickly shifted the green arrow on the screen.

"Mr Salsa is in the police," Jefri said on his phone call.

"Have you replaced him?" tanya Raka pressed her.

"Sorry, it can't be sir, Miss Salsa can't be free, if the one reporting doesn't retract the report" Jefri replied stammeringly.

"Basic stupid! You really can't count on." snapped Raka.

"A-once again, I-I'm sorry sir. You can come here, to ask the lady's case further,"

"Wait there! Don't you go anywhere" Raka said, then disconnect her phone.

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Not long ago, Raka had arrived at the Police, greeted Jefri who had been waiting for him since.

"Where's Miss Salsa?" ask Raka.

"There's inside, sir," replied Jefri.

"Take and bring the suitcase in the car," Raka said, then he took wide steps, entered the police station, followed by Jefri who brought the suitcase.

"Good day sir, is there anything we can help you with" said a policeman sitting behind his desk.

"I don't like to mince words, I came here to free a girl who was brought from school" said Raka, then told Jefri to put the suitcase he was carrying, on the table.

"I'm sorry sir, what do you mean by Salsabila? The suspect behind the gang-rape, and the mistreatment of Herman's brother, reported by his wife Rita's sister?" said the state apparatus.

'So this is because of that Herman, that rancid bastard.'

And who reports on his wife, means she's Miss Salsa? What kind of mother is she. Let's just hope this cop frees the lady with this money I brought, Raka's inner heart.

"Exactly, and here I bring the money for his bail, temporarily let him free, before you investigate his case further," Raka opened the suitcase he was carrying earlier, and said, inside the suitcase was filled with rupiah sheets.

"I'm sorry sir, the suspect is a student at the moment. However, before we begin to investigate the case further regarding the guilty suspect or not, we can only release him if there is a family party who guarantees him. Only then can we release the suspect, or else you can reconcile with the victim, and ask them to retract this report" the police said.

"She's my sister, and let me take her place" Raka chirped.

"Well, can you show me the documents? Documents that show that you are his family" asked the police officer.

Raka did not answer, because he did not have the documents requested by the police.

"That means you're just confessing," the policeman saw Raka who was silent.

"If you want the suspect to be released quickly, ask the family of the victim to retract the report" the police officer explained for the second time.

After that Raka left, but previously he had met with Salsa. Raka also asked the police not to put salsa in the cell, but in a room.

Lepes from the Police. Raka goes to Rita's house, asking Salsabila's biological mother, to retract her report. He will explain himself later, sitting down the real thing happened.

However, beyond Raka's expectations, Rita's response was not good.

"Who are you looking for?" rita asked, she was surprised to see two men dressed neatly on her doorstep.

"Why are you reporting your own daughter? Though you do not know, what really happened," said Raka without saying stale.

Herman who heard Raka's voice outside, silently stood up, stealing Rita and Raka's conversation.

"O.... It turns out that the son of a bitch told you to come here" answered Rita fiercely, himself about to close the door of the house, very proud.

"Wait for the madam," Raka's sergeant, held the door with his hand.

"Do you know what really happened?" ask Raka.

"Of course I know. The boy told people to beat up my husband. So let him accept all the consequences" Rita replied, then pushed the door closer.

"Alright madam, hope you don't regret it one day" Raka shouted from behind the door before leaving.

'What kind of mother she was, trusting the words of her estranged husband more, ' Raka snorted passed away.

Herman, standing behind the door, slowly returned to his bed.

"Ohuuuk... Uhuuk.. Uhuuk. Who came here, baby?" ask Herman, pretend to be sick.

"I don't know either. But he came asking me to retract the report, "replied Rita who was already sitting beside the bed.

"What report?" asked Herman with a raspy voice he made.

"I reported the boy to the police station, because he had gang-raped you Mas" replied Rita.

"Why did you do that, baby, I'm fine, I've forgiven him too. I think of him as my own son. Maybe he just can't accept me yet" said Herman confidently, holding his wife's hand.

'Let it be mas, let it be conscious, too" Rita replied.

"Based on a foolish woman," murmured Herman inwardly, accompanied by a sly grin on his face.