Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
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Marni instantly shut her mouth that was into the fold, her body so trembling when she saw the eyes of zidan who was patterned staring at her.

"What did you say Marni?" asked Zidan with a sharp eye plot.

"Pardon me sir," said Marni with her chest rising and falling, her eyes not daring to look at her master who was standing right before her.

"Go tell him I'll be there" said Zidan, waving 1 hand to expel.

"I'm sorry sir" said Marni as she walked towards Salsa's room.

"What has this mouth said" said Marni, patting her own mouth.

Meanwhile, Raka, who was ordered by Zidan to meet Salsa's mother, is now at the door of Rita's house.

Tok

Tok

Tok

Raka knocked on the tightly shut door of the house. Not long after that door opened Rita.

Looking at Raka who was standing outside, Rita was about to close the door of her house back, but Raka's hand quickly held the door from closing.

"Wait a minute madam, there is something I want to say," said Raka managed to stop Rita's hand that was about to close the door.

"Say quickly I'm busy," snorted Rita looked at Raka dislike.

"Miss Salsa today will be married to Mr. Zidan, I hope the madam can come with me to attend her." explained Raka conveying her purpose.

"Ooo... So the son of a bitch wants to get married. Isn't he in jail now?" cynical Rita, crossed both hands on the chest.

"Right lady, Miss Salsa is getting married today. As soon as the madam gets ready, because in one hour the event will begin," said Raka.

Rita was still staring at that Zidan confidant with a cynical look.

"And this is the dowry given by the master to the mistress' daughter's proposal," Raka added, grabbing the suitcase in Jefri's hands, then giving up on Rita.

PRAAK!

The suitcase crashed into the ground, because it was covered by Rita.

"You heard it well! I'm not leaving, and please tell that son of a bitch, do what he likes, because I don't care about him anymore. And don't ever come looking for me again if there's a problem later,"

BRACKET!

The sound of the door slamming sounded very loud finished Rita saying those words.

"May you won't regret madam!"  raka shouted from behind the door.

"Jef, bring the suitcase back, we'll be right back" Raka told Jefri.

From behind the bedroom door, Herman who had heard their conversation, immediately grabbed the hand of Rita who wanted to go to the kitchen and throw Salsabila's body into the mattress.

"What have you done stupid!" snapped Herman, his face looked terrifying at this moment.

"Why Mas? What the hell am I doing? Why are you angry like this?" rita did not understand.

"You're still asking what you're doing" snapped Herman toward Rita.

Plaques

Plaques

Two slaps landed on Rita's cheek, until one of her cheeks sank in a mattress.

"Mas kenapa? Hikzz.... Apa yang membuat Mas seperti ini? Hikz..... Bahkan aku tidak tau kesalahan apa yang telah aku lakukan. Hikzz.... Kenapa mas memukul ku? Hikz.. Hikz..." lirih Rita di sela isak tangis nya karna mendapat tamparan keras dari sang suami tercinta.

Herman looked out the window, saw Raka's car that had left the house, the more his anger grew. On the swab of his face that still looks blackened, because of the blows Raka and his men.

"That much money you refuse.... Foolish woman," said Herman annoyed.

"Arrrrrgh..... Sial...... Hilang sudah kesempatan itu... Arrrrrrgh" Herman menggeram kesal seraya memukul udara.

PRAAK!

"Narrrrgh..... Fucking stupid woman," her swearing screamed, rubbing her hair rough.

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"Eyeem...." Zidan cleared his throat as he stood at the door of Salsa's room.

Marni, and the four other servants turned their heads toward the door. As if they understood they immediately came out of that room.

Salsa was still sitting quietly in the chair facing the mirror. Not knowing what he was thinking, he had yet to realize Zidan was already standing in front of his bedroom door.

Zidan stood with both hands crossed on his chest.

"Ehem...... Ehem.

However, Salsa still had no response from Salsa. The girl who uses the white kebaya just sits quietly, as if only her body is sitting there, while her soul is wandering somewhere.

Zidan raised one of his thick eyebrows, until the wrinkles on his forehead were clearly printed.

"Ishh, why is he quiet?" ask her in your heart.

"Woi....... Stone," he snapped, then walked up to Salsa.

Salsa immediately gasped in shock, realizing to the presence of Zidan his face immediately lowered his head.His hands were trembling, his fingers playing at the end of the kebaya rolling small corners of kebaya in use.

Zidan continued to step closer to the girl, both of his hands were inside a long black pant bag.

"Why did you call me?" tanya Zidan insisted on saying haughtily. He walked back and forth in front of Salsa sitting.

Salsa still silently nodded. But not with his heart that's so fast beating. The fingers just keep playing at the end of the middle.

"Hey! why are you quiet? Didn't you say you were gonna strangle me?" zidan asked implied ridicule.

Salsa slightly raised her head, looking at Zidan with the corner of her eyes.

"Ti-no om," her shrillness stammered, accompanied by her head shook violently.

"Thank your head" said Zidan, smiling cynically, standing beside Salsa.

Salsa said, slowly taking her head to the mirror in front.

Zidan raised next to the corner of his lips, smiling sinisterly.

"Now look here," said his reign again.

Salsa turned her head slowly, turning to the source of the voice that ruled her. His face was facing Zidan. But not with his faithful eyes staring at the floor.

"Now tell me, do you want to strangle me?" zidan asked, half bent, his face he was close to the girl, close, very close. Even Salsabila could feel the cold man's breath.

Salsa's body trembled violently, her breath hunting fast. Don't ask how the heart feels? The eyes he closed were strong, until wrinkles were clearly visible in every corner of his eyes.

PLAQUES

PLAQUES

Salsa's two hands spontaneously slapped Zidan's face.

Hufh

Hufh

Hufh

The roar of breath that the girl breathed and exhaled increasingly sounded shrill.Make her chest also come up and down.

"Auuuw," Zidan grimaced as he held Salsa's hand on his cheek.

"Heists..... You're..... How dare you slap me," snapped Zidan who kept holding his cheek.

"Sorry," that's all he said, hoping to wipe his poll off the cold guy's face. Jemari is still playing at the end of the kebaya.

"Heis......" Zidan clenched his hands strong, his jaw hardened, until the teeth rubbed firmly.

"Wush," He slapped his slap into the air.

Salsa looked down with a innocent face without sin.

"Om gonna kiss Salsa, okay?" she was quiet, but could be heard by Zidan.

Notes.

I hope you like this chicken claw. Leave a trace of her yes kak😊😊 Greetings dear Salsa❤Zidan.