Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Threatened police report

"Om, it won't take me to the police station, right," said Salsa pleading with her head still lowered.

"Alright, I'm not taking you to the police station, but-"

"But what's Om?" cut Salsa fast.

"You have to replace all the money that I have come out as security deposit," Zidan smiled faintly. However, not with Salsa, the girl's body stiffens upon hearing Zidan ask her for damages.

How could he replace the money asked by this cold man standing before him. At the moment, he has no money.

"How's it?" ask Zidan again.

"What-how's Om?"

"Ten million" said Zidan, relaxed, then turned his back to Salsa.

"Ten-million!"

Both of Salsa's eyeballs are perfectly patterned. Keget. of course he was surprised to hear the nominal money as much, because according to him the goods that were not so taken may only be worth fifty thousand.

Zidan turned back around.

"Ehh, you think they're going to take a change for the stuff you took." Zidan snorted in annoyance. It was like knowing what the girl was thinking.

"But the goods are not so I take Om." Salsa answered with her head down.

"Yes, if you don't want to replace it, I'll take you to that place, let that person take you to the police station," Then, Zidan grabbed Salsa's wrist.

"Once Om, yes I will change," Salsa rebelled.

Zidan also released the grip of his hand on Salsa's wrist.

"Where," Zidan held his one hand.

Salsa looked down again. "Now I have no money. But I promise I will replace everything if there is money," said Salsa full of confidence, although all that is impossible for him.

"Alright," Zidan nodded in agreement.

Salsa breathes relief. "Can I go now Om?" ask her later.

"Go, where?" Zidan asked with both eyebrows linked.

"Yes, make money, don't you ask for money to compensate?" Salsa snorted bitterly even with her face still lowered.

"Eh! You think I'll just believe it! Who's gonna guarantee you won't run away?"

"No Om, I promise not to run away, as soon as I will replace it," Salsa tried to convince, although he was not sure will get that much money in a short time. .

"Who will believe you! You thief!" Zidan.

"I'm not a thief!" Salsa screamed, then turned her back to Zidan.

Zidan smiled faintly.

'Hmh. It's also funny this little girl, especially if she gets angry. Ah shit! What do I think, right?' Zidan shook his head, dismissing the thought that had just flashed.

"Follow me," Zidan swung a step. But, just a few steps, he stopped again, looking back at Salsa who was still standing still.

"Kenapa kau masih diam?"

"Where are you taking me?" salsa asked.

"To the police station!"

Salsa tersentak, 'Oh Tuhan! Bagaimana ini, gimana kalau dia benar-benar membawa ku ke kantor polisi,' batin Salsa ketakutan

"No want! I promised I'd change the money, Om," And then, Salsa turned her legs away.

"Just go, I'll call the police now," Zidan shouted as he pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket.

Salsa turned to Zidan who had brought the phone closer to her ear. That instant Salsa also ran to stop.

"Don't Om!" pekik Salsa, both hands snatch the phone in the hands of Zidan.

Traaac...

Salsa's body stiffened, staring at the cell phone that was now on the floor in a broken condition.

Salsa's body trembled in fear, convinced that it must be an expensive object. How could he change the phone?

"Cumbrian!" Zidan growled in annoyance, staring intently at the girl who stood down while squeezing her fingers.

"Ma-I'm sorry, Om," she wrote regretfully, her head still lowered, afraid to see Zidan's face.

Zidan took his cell phone, then stepped away and died.Salsa. .

Salsa, feeling guilty, is now following Zidan.

'Finally you're following me as well as the bad girl, '" Zidan's inner knowing Salsa is following her.

Zidan halted his steps, right in front of a parked luxury sports car. Then he looked back, looking at Salsa who was standing not far from him. Zidan opened the door to the left of his Lamborghini veneno car.

"Lake in!" zidan ordered without looking at Salsa who was standing behind.

However, Salsa was still standing still with her head lowered.

"Get in or I call the police now!"

Hearing Zidan's threat, Salsa's gushes ran over small without raising her still-down head. He got into a sports car whose door was opened by Zidan.

Zidan closed the car door again, after confirming that Salsa's sitting position was comfortable.

Then Zidan walked to the steering door, sat down and immediately drove his luxury sports car across the street of the Capital.

'Where should I take this girl? Did I just take her home? I forgot, he took one loaf of bread. Is he hungry right now?' inner Zidan.

Zidan kept on driving his sports car and stopped at the parking lot of a famous luxury restaurant. Then he got out of the car, walked into the restaurant.

Zidan's steps came to a standstill, when he remembered the girl with him was still in the car.

'It bothered the girl. Why hasn't he come out yet?" decak Zidan, then get back to his car.

"The thief! Can't you get out of the car" Zidan said, knocking on the glass door.

Salsa was silent, sitting like she was listening to nothing.

'Based on a freak, doesn't he know that I can't open the door to this same weird car. The car and the one got equally strange, Salsa grumbled in annoyance.

Zidan realized that the car door was different.

'This time I opened the car door for someone else." Zidan grumbled to himself as he opened the door of his car.

After the door opened Salsa immediately got out of the car.

Zidan walked back into the restaurant.

'Based on a freak, for what he brought me to a place like this,' Salsa's inner heart, his head looked up at the height of the building in front of him.

Zidan, who had stopped his steps, stood in front of Salsa, with both hands in his pants pocket.

Salsa looked back down when her eyes saw Zidan standing in front of her.

"Until when are you gonna stand there?" ask Zidan.

But, Salsa did not listen to his words, he still stood still.

"This little girl, if not forcibly, would have stood there until morning, ' Zidan grumbled in annoyance.

"Well, I'll call the cops now,"

Maybe he will always use those words so that the girl will obey him.

Evidently, hearing Zidan's words will call the police. Salsa hurriedly stepped closer to Zidan.

Zidan who saw her only smiled slightly then walked inside the restaurant.

'Oh, that sucks old man!' salsa grunts in the heart.