Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
The plan must go on.

The next day Zidan arrived in Indonesia, having resolved his company's problems in Germany. He is indeed a reliable businessman, with decisiveness and his ideas. He managed to make investors undo the intention of withdrawing their shares.

Arriving in Indonesia, Zidan was picked up by Raka and then they went to the police where Salsa was detained.

"Have you prepared all of Raka's?" zidan asked, staring at his assistant from the front rearview mirror.

"It's the boss, it's all done." replied Raka who also saw her boss from the rearview mirror.

"Good," praised Zidan.

"Have you told the girl about my plan?" ask Zidan, play the phone that rhyme was in his hold.

"It's the boss" answered Raka.

"What did he answer?" zidan asked again, his gaze still fixed on the phone.

"Miss seems doubtful Boss, maybe miss will accept her if Boss can convince herself," replied Raka.

"Why can't you convince her, you idiot. It's useless!" sumpat Zidan, staring at his assistant from the rearview mirror.

"Convincing the snot kid you can't, '" she snorted again.

"I'm sorry, boss" Raka said.

Zidan snorted dejectedly, his hands still playing on the phone screen, his eyeballs occasionally looking at his assistant from the rearview mirror.

"Now you tell me, what should I say to the girl later, so that she will accept my request," asked Zidan, asking her assistant's opinion.

"Sa-I don't know the boss either" Raka replied.

"You mostly don't know Raka, as useless as you are" Zidan snorted.

"I'm sorry, boss," said Raka, who continued to drive her car.

"Stop saying those words Raka, I don't need those words. Now you think of a way, "sad Zidan, glare sharply.

Raka let out a big sigh, just accepting the swear words of his Boss.

"If the Boss wants to, the Boss can see it on the internet" Raka suggested.

Zidan seemed silent as if he did not care about the advice of his assistant.

But his finger immediately surfed on his cell phone. Typing the words. HOW TO APPLY FOR A GIRL, on an app.

Zidan read an article. It's written.

DETERMINE THE RIGHT TIME.

"Heiss.... Is this the right time? Even I myself have not planned it.But it is desperate, it is definitely the right time," his inner self smiled, sly smile.

Zidan continued to read the article.

DETERMINE WHERE YOU APPLY.

"Catrrg... Damnit... Garbage articles... There's no way in jail I proposed to him" he said. 

Zidan lalu menutup aplikasi itu, memasukkan kembali ponsel nya ke dalam kantong celana.

Now their car has arrived at the police parking lot.

Zidan got out of the car, stepped inside. Followed Raka walking behind her.

There they were waiting for Jefri and a ruler according to Raka's plan, at the request of the Boss.

Sama hal dengan Raka, awal masuk ruangan itu  Zidan juga di sambut oleh seorang polisi yang bertugas di depan meja kerjanya.

"Hey goal sir, can I help you?" greet the police officer who has stood firm. The same greeting that Raka received first.

Zidan did not answer the officer's greeting, he immediately sat in the chair opposite the officer's desk.

"I'm looking for Wiranto" Zidan said, after sitting at the police desk on duty.

The police on duty looked at Zidan with a questionable gaze. Who is this man who presumptuously mentions the name of his superior.

"Sir Wiranto is in his room, I will call you shortly" the officer said.

Before long, a uniformed man walked out of the room, approaching Zidan.

"Mr Zidan." said Wiranto, he immediately shook the hand of Zidan who had stood up from his seat. They shake hands and hug each other worthy of being close friends.

"Please sit,.Zi," tell me what made you come here, man?" ask Wiranto.

"Nothing, I just came to visit" replied Zidan flatly.

Zidan let out a big sigh, before answering what the man in front of him thought.

"I'm here to see a girl you're holding" Zidan said, forcing a firm voice.

Wiranto's forehead immediately wrinkled, his netra could not be separated staring at Zidan.

"Stop that look of yours, Anto," snorted Zidan dislike.

Wiranto chuckled, until his slightly distended stomach trembled.

"Who do you mean Zi?" tanya Wiranto still chuckled.

"Raka." call Zidan.

Raka got up from her seat then walked over to Zidan.

"You're obviously on him, my purpose here" Zidan said, pointing to Wiranto's face.

"Boss wants to meet Salsabila, two days ago detained here, the boss wants to stab"

"STOP!!!" snapped Zidan cut off Raka's speech.

Wiranto chuckled again, watching everything he saw.

"Stop your laughter, Anto, before I tear your mouth off" threatened Zidan, who Wiranto ignored.

One hand of Wiranto pointed at Zidan and the other hand held the stomach. He still laughs. Zidan turned his annoyed face to the side.

"Damn you Anto," he swore.

"okay.... Okay.... I-i understand. Yesterday there was also someone who came, asking the girl to be released haughtily and he bribed my members with his money. But, really Zi, I don't know if it was you asking for her Zi." said Wiranto after laughing.

Zidan looked at Raka who was standing beside him, as if asking for an explanation.

"You can bring her home now Zi, my members have been interrogating her" Wiranto said.

Then Wiranto told his members to take Salsabila out.

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Salsa was now sitting on the long bench beside Raka.

Zidan was sitting at Wiranto's desk.

"Yes already I'm going to bring it now," said Zidan, standing up from his seat.

"Make my debts payable Zi" Wiranto said as he shook Zidan's hand.

"Hmm," Zidan replied.

"Do you like the girl" whispered Wiranto.

"alright... Alright..," replied Wiranto, raising both his hands.

Then they left the police department. Before arriving at the parking lot, Zidan called Raka, they walked behind Salsa a little dodging.

"You told the girl she could be free because I guaranteed her, so my plan would stay on the road." whispered Zidan.

"Well boss, is Boss really going to marry miss?" ask Raka..

"Yes," Zidan replied embarrassedly, turning his face the other way.

"You have to persuade her to marry me, you understand" Zidan said.

"Good boss, but-?" raka's speech stopped because it went straight in between Zidan.

"I don't like to hear the word but once at home she has to marry me. You got it, didn't you!" threaten her again.

"Ba-good Boss,"

"Good, now you go home with him, I'll be with Jefri,"

"Boss, the headman?" ask Raka again.

"You're coming home now with that girl!!!" snapped Zidan.