Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Beautiful view of the view

Although Zidan had already left his room, Salsa had not been able to fall asleep. He was still conscious of himself, resuscitating his memory. Satisfied she fought against the heart, and the mind, but all that she could not deny, her current status is a wife of Zidan Alvaro.

Then he got up from the bed, approaching the chair in front of which there was a dressing table and a large glass that stood upright. He looked at the suitcase and a square box that Zidan had made his dowry. His outstretched hand grabbed the suitcase and opened it, there was a hundred thousand money in a full stack in the suitcase.

"Om that's my husband now, I have to be devoted to him from now on. But what about my school? I haven't even talked to her about this. I have to say this to him first, yes I have to ask permission first" he muttered.

She rushed out of her room, rushed to Zidan's room, which had become her husband.

Arriving at Zidan's bedroom door, his mind and heart went to war.

"I didn't knock? But later he will definitely yell at you again Sa. Just tap Sa you're obliged to tell her, she's your husband."

THE CZECH!

Not yet the heart and mind raging, he had not had time to knock on the door. Suddenly the door opened, accompanied by the establishment of a male figure who was still holding the doorknob.

Salsa gasped in shock when the door suddenly opened, her body instantly shaking, accompanied by small sweat coming out from her skin pores.

Zidan looked at Salsa with a frown on his forehead.

"What's wrong? Do you want to sleep in my room?" asked Zidan, who was implied like a mockery.

However, something changed his call on Salsabila. The cold man immediately changed his call to Salsa to you.

Salsa shook her head, her face was already down staring at the floor, I don't know what she saw on that floor.

"Then? Are you going to stand there until tomorrow morning?" asked Zidan again, who was still holding the doorknob of his room.

There was no reply from Salsa, no head bob, or nod of the head from her. Her body was still petrified, only her fingers were moving down there. Roll up the corner of the clothes.

"Then go back to your room" said Zidan coldly, the door was about to close.

"Om." called Salsa. The voice stopped Zidan who was about to close the door of his room.

Zidan looked at the girl who called him Om. However, the girl said nothing, her face still lowered, only the tail of her eyes only occasionally saw Zidan, accompanied by a bang on her chest that rose and fell.

Bruck...

The door was closed again, slammed a little strong.

Salsa is back.

"Huff.... How can I say it, while being near it my breath feels tight,"

"Relax Sa, calm Sa... She's not a ghost, but your husband doesn't have to be afraid." she mumbled to herself. Adjusting your breath to calm down.

After gathering enough breath and courage, Salsa finally knocked back the door of the room.

Tok

Tok

Tok

There was no answer, the door was still tightly closed.

'Couldn't he have slept?! Try it again.'

Tok

Tok

Tok

After a long time.

Chequelek

The door was open, the eyes of Salsa immediately in Suguhi, a sight that had never been seen at all. The figure of a man standing in front of the door with an open chest, the chest of the field in the growth of fine hairs in the middle of it, the chest of the field, and in the abdomen there are protrusions that are arranged very neatly like an artist's hand sculpture. It looks so nice and so beautiful.

Salsa tidak menutup matanya, ia diam sejenak menikmati pemandangan indah di hadapannya. Hingga sebuah tangan melambai lambai tepat di wajah nya. Seketika itu juga dirinya baru tersentak.

Zidan smothered that screaming mouth.

"Do you want to wake everyone in this house?" zidan said whispering the word right in front of Salsa's face, until the smell of fresh breath was blowing on his wife's face.

Setelah yakin istri kecil nya itu sudah diam. Perlahan Zidan melepaskan tangan nya.

"Om, why are you undressing?" his words after setting Zidan's hand apart.

"Yes, I want to take a shower, open the shirt, why are you here, knocking on my door." Zidan snorted in annoyance.

Again, Salsa was just silent, sudden heart attack disease, and his acute stage asthma returned. What else is currently Zidan tepan in front of him.

"O.... Do you want to take a shower with me?" asked Zidan who sounded cynical, accompanied by a thin smile engraving on his face.

"Belse..... Where exists. I-I just wanted to say, tomorrow I want permission to go to school," she replied, her palms still closed tightly.

"Sad..... Reason, why don't you say it's tomorrow morning." Zidan screeched trying to corner his wife.

"I'm afraid not to forget, I just want to say that, now I want to go back to the room," he said, then turned around with his eyes still closed.

With a short and very fast step Salsabila left Zidan who was still standing still at the door of the room.

"Isa... Shame on me," she cursed to herself as she continued to step into her room.

Zidan was still standing at the door of his room, staring at his little wife and disappearing. A faint smile again adorned the corners of his lips before returning to the room.

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In the morning Salsabila woke up earlier than usual, he wanted to do the task as a wife. He excitedly got up from the soft bed that brought him to dreamland last night. Going to the bathroom is just washing your face and throwing away your wishes. After finishing with the activity of waking up, he opened the door of the room intending to go to the kitchen.

"Good morning madam" said one of the servants who passed her as she descended the stairs.

"Dam..... Why'd he call me madam?" groused himself.

The servants seemed to be wandering around in the mension, Salsa even just found out if they had started working this early.

The servants called themselves mistresses, making the 18-year-old girl feel uneasy.

"Where is the lady going?" marni asked, blocking her steps towards the kitchen.

"Bye....... Don't call Salsa madam. Where is the madam still in school?" his murmur was upset.

"Meanmeaning I call the young mistress," replied Marni.

"O..... So later when Salsa gets old Auntie will call Salsa old mistress," her grunts become more and more.

"Here you go, Salsa will go to the kitchen for breakfast, auntie please deliver Salsa," he asked.

"Sorry young mistress, breakfast already made her," replied Marni.

"Salsa does not care, its staple from today onwards, Salsa will make breakfast, for.........?"

"Who's the lady for?" ask Marni.

Salsa scratched her nape which was suddenly itchy.

"The point of Salsa today would make breakfast, period." he said forcefully.

Note:

Minal aidzin. Sorry inner birth. Happy lebaran..

Thank you to the people who have read my story.