Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Legitimate....

"I Accept her marriage and marriage Salsabila bint Baharudin with gold dowry weighing 500 grams and cash $ 100000 in cash,"

"Well." Right."

"Well." Right."

The words of Zidan make the beautiful eyes of Salsa perfectly patterned. He felt nervous, even to swallow saliva he felt distress.

Occasionally his eyes looked at Zidan who had now legitimately become his husband. Marni approaches him, leading Salsa to approach Zidan.

Right in front of her husband, Salsa sat down, her heart beating is currently getting tighter, especially her chest when it looks like fireworks. Shortness, that was how he felt at this moment.

Then Zidan extended his right hand.

For a moment Salsa was stunned staring at the hand hanging in front of her. He circulated his gaze around, staring fixedly at Marni who was sitting next to him, like asking for approval on a servant who was already considered like his own mother. Marni nodded with a smile.

Salsa braved herself staring at Zidan's face at a glance, before grabbing the hand of the man who had just legitimately become her husband. Sighing heavily, then with his two hands, he grabbed the hand of the man who had just become his husband.the hand was veined that he kissed with reverence, Long enough that hand he kissed, as if to pour his life on that hand.

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Meanwhile somewhere else.

Herman stepped on his foot, occasionally kicking whatever was on the road, he was annoyed, angry at Rita who was so stupid to refuse the dowry.

Ciiit.....

A metic motor stopped not far from him. A tattooed man came closer.

"Woi Man's. Loe debt installment is already one week late, now you have to pay doble. Pay now!" said one of the metic bikers who walked up to Herman.

"I'll definitely pay, you guys take it easy. But not now, now I have no money. Please understand and tell Mr. Albert" Herman said.

The tattooed man looked at his friend who was sitting on the motorbike, like asking for an opinion.

And his friend nodded.

Bagh

Bugh

Bagh

Bugh

Punch after punch landed right in Herman's stomach. Makes her grimace holding tight.

"Loe listen to Baek-baek, Man! one more week the cave will meet loe. You haven't paid yet! mampusin loe cave!" threaten the tattooed man before he leaves.

"Huf. Huf.. Hufh..," Herman squatted spewing something from his mouth. The punch in his stomach was so felt up to his intestines, sore, pain, so was his taste.

"Whatever way I have to meet that son of a bitch, only he can give me money" he murmured.

"Ohuk.... Uhuk...... Uhuk...... Yesterday in the thud in the face, now even in the stomach, tomorrow where else they will hit me. Uhuk.... Uhuk..... It's because of the fucking Rita. Dariar bego!!!" his rags swore to himself.

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The ijab qabul event has been completed, the marriage party has been delivered by Jefri home. However, Raka and Zidan were still sitting on the sofa of the main hall. Unlike usual Raka will linger in the mension, if there is no important business with her boss.

"Congratulations Boss for his marriage, I pray that the Boss can quickly......??" Raka did not continue her words, as the eagle's eyes of Zidan stared at her sharply.

"Boss, is tomorrow Boss coming e office?' tanya Raka diverts.

"Hmm," Zidan replied looking serious with his phone.

"When are you going to Raka's?" sidiran Zidan's speech, without his eyes lit up from the phone screen.

"Did the boss kick me out?" ask Raka.

"Menurut kau?" jawab Zidan ketus.

"Boss, how's Niken? what plan did the boss make that keep me going?" asked Raka like deliberately stalling for time to be longer in the session.

Zidan menghela nafas besar, menatap Raka sejenak.

"Leave it first," she replied briefly.

"But what would it be like if the photos were scattered and the Boss' wife saw him?" ask Raka again.

"I'll finish him off myself" Zidan replied without taking his eyes off the phone.

"You go home Raka I want rest," said Zidan as he bankit from his seat, stepping away from Raka.

"Slowly go on later,"

Plaques

Not finished Raka talk, one sandal in Zidan wear first landed on Raka's face.

"Why the Boss threw me. Earlier I just wanted to say, slowly go up the stairs, that's all Boss," Raka grumbled as she rubbed her face.

"Shut your mouth, Raka. How many years have you been working with me? Why are you reminding me now?"

"I'm sorry Boss," Raka said.

"But Boss, it's only nine o'clock in the night. Why would the Boss want to rush into the room?" asked Raka again, it seemed like the man deliberately wanted to tease his Boss.

"What do you think Raka!" zidan snapped very loudly, his voice echoing into every corner of the room.

"Not the Boss," Raka ran over, as Zidan was about to approach her.

"Back you Raka!" snapped Zidan, this time making the guards scatter towards the sound.

The guards had gathered in the room, hearing the loud screams of his master.

"You go back," said Zidan waving his one-handed expel.

"Awas you Raka," snorted Zidan, his chest already up and down.

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Then he sits on the bed. Trying to calm down.

"Dad.... Why am I like this? What if he comes into my room? What if he asks-----?? Nope, no. Salsa is calm, don't be nervous," try to calm down, breathe in order not to look nervous at all.

Chequelek

Zidan opened the door to Salsa's room. Standing at the door of the room with his hands still holding the doorknob.

Salsa immediately lowered her head, staring at the blanket covering her hands.

"Om, what's the matter here?" he asked in a heavy voice, but he still ventured to ask that.

"Heists..... Did you forget whose house this is?" answer Zidan arrogantly.

"Yes I know. I'm here just hitchhiking, so.......???" she hesitated to continue her words.

"So what, huh!?" zidan asked, not in a soft voice.

Salsa did not answer. The girl just stared at her fingers playing under the blanket, until she saw the blanket twitching itself. The mouth is also like reading a mantra.

"So what? answer it quickly!"

Salsa gasped when she heard the sound.

"Ja-so Om don't need to call me by the word KAU, or even my snapping, I'm this right" he said again he pause

Zidan raised one corner of his lips, smiling cynically.

"Continue, I want to hear!" her pinta, which was walking ever closer towards Salsa.

Again Salsa was just silent, sighing more deeply. As he said earlier, the oxygen in his lungs was too much wasted.

"Salsabila bint Baharudin continue your sentence earlier," Zidan's voice was heard firmly, standing right beside Salsa.

Salsa could only remain silent.

"Ooo... Maybe I'll sleep here until you say it,"

Buccancy

After saying that, Zidan immediately threw his body on the soft bed, landing right in front of the girl who had been just silently looking down.

"Eh... Uh...... What's that about?" he shifted himself to sit back, until stuck on the bed.

"Why? Are you scared?" his cynics while propping up one hand on the head, lying sideways.

"Well, I'll continue with the words, but Om gets up first. Om just sit there." Salsa replied her face looked panicked. Her hands pointed at the bench in front of the dressing table in her room.

"Heists... You're this,"

Zidan got up lazily, seeing Salsa's frightened face.

"Hurry up and say what you want to say" Zidan said after sitting on the bench that Salsa pointed to earlier.

"L-yes." replied Salsa. However, before continuing his words he was especially in regulating the breath.

"Dad... How long do I wait for you to say it?" ask Zidan fiercely.

"Om don't call me you, or even snap at me, I'm this right."

Again, for the umpteenth time the girl paused her sentence.

Zidan who was impatient again snapped at him. "I am this. I am this right. What?!"

"Sa-I am Om's wife" she continued with a bowed face. Really, there is a fear when he reveals it.

Zidan looked at the girl who had just become his wife.

"I didn't hear, try again," pinta Zidan, a slight faint smile etched on his face.

"Oh..... He's this, say the deaf man, but he's deaf himself," raved Salsa softly, like he was reciting a spell, which unfortunately his spoken spell can be heard Zidan.

Salsa was still weaving her lips, making Zidan feel anxious himself.

"Hi, I can hear you're talking about me just now!" fierce Zidan pissed. Immediately got up from his seat, walking closer to Salsa. Zidan slapped the padded mattress next to the sitting girl.

"You dare to call me, huh!" snapped Zidan did not accept, then brushed his hand into the air.

"Hikk..... Hiccu...Hiccu..."

Zidan's little wife was crying.

The cry that had originally only sounded a small sobbing, had now turned into an increasingly loud roar.

"huaaa... huaaaa..... Hiccu... Hiccu.... Hikz.." sobs the girl's cry.

Same thing with Raka, Zidan also did not know how to persuade people who cry.

"Be quiet" said Zidan, telling his wife to be quiet. But instead of her silence, Salsa instead increasingly roared loudly.

"Shut up" Zidan once again said. But this time, his voice softened. Unfortunately, his words could not stop Salsa's cries.

Zidan thought, putting one of his hands on his forehead, he walked back and forth beside Salsa's bed.

"Shut up... Or tonight I'll sleep here." Zidan said after a long time of thought.

The room was silent. The roaring cry disappeared for a moment, now there was a small sobbing coming out of Salsa's lips. Zidan's little wife also wiped away the tears that only a few drops came out. It was not until it flowed down his cheeks.

"Heis......" Zidan clucked in annoyance, throwing one of his hands into the air.

"Om out, I want to sleep," Salsa immediately threw her head against the pillow, and wrapped her body with a blanket, so that nothing else was visible from her body.

Enraged, Zidan stepped out of the room.

Prak

The sound of the door that Zidan threw was harsh.

Like a cocoon that was about to become a butterfly, slowly the head of the salsa peered out, making sure his Om was actually gone before he actually flicked the thick blanket.