Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
The fried rice thing

"Finally done as well," Salsa muttered to herself while serving the fried rice that had been made since dawn, despite having a long argument with Marni, the butler at the mension. A cup of coffee does not forget to serve it on the dining table.

The dining table is usually served breakfast menus cooked by a special chef, according to Zidan's taste. Now there is only fried rice and a cup of coffee made by Salsabila.

"Look if he doesn't want to eat it. I spruced into his mouth,"

He was stirring himself, which, without realizing it, he was already standing behind him.

"Ecchem..... Echem..... Echem... "

Salsa flinched, when she heard the voice of Deheman she recognized. Immediately sudden heart attack disease, and his acute stage asthma relapses.

Zidan stepped closer to the dining table, sitting on the bench he used to sit on. His forehead wrinkled, when he saw a dining table that only served fried rice and black coffee.

"Who's cooking this fried rice?" zidan's baritone voice made Salsabila even more shudder in horror. There's a fear in the heart of the high school girl who just became a wife last night.

"Sa-I Om," replied Salsa with a face lowered in fear.

"So I heard that someone was going to put this fried rice in my mouth if I didn't eat it" Zidane said, sounding cynical in the ears of his wife.

"Oh...... Did he hear what I said? Die me, "inwardly Salsa cursed herself.

"Now serve me quickly." said Zidan, making the fried rice maker feel happy. Vigorously Salsabila, scooped his homemade fried rice onto the plate.

"May you like it" said Salsa, putting a plate of fried rice in front of Zidan.

"Hmm," Zidan replied.

'Just hmm? Yes, he really is.

"Good morning Boss, good morning madam," said Raka who had just arrived.

"Gee..... Fried rice.." exclaimed Raka.

"Looks good. Can I try it, madam?" asked Raka, asking permission from the fried rice maker.

Zidan looked at Raka with a dislike look. Until when Raka's eyes collide with the owner of the sharp eye, Raka undoes his intentions.

"I'm sorry boss, I'll wait outside" said Raka.

Zidan did not reply, he just played his spoon on the plate. His eyes also now saw Salsa who had been sitting in the row of chairs facing Raka standing up.

"Abang wait, sit down, this fried rice is still a lot of kok,"

Salsa gave a plate of fried rice that had been on her spoon to Raka.

Raka looked at Zidan, who was still giving a sharp look at him.

"Sit down Bang" the pinta Salsa told Raka to sit down.

Again, Raka looked at Zidan who was about to bribe the fried rice into his mouth.

"Can I be the boss?" asked Raka for permission before sitting down.

Zidan did not answer, he still floated his sharp gaze on Raka.

Raka and Zidan were still looking at each other, though,

Salsa meminta nya untuk duduk, sedangkan Zidan malah memberikan tatapan tajam, seperti ingin mengusirnya.

"Abang, sit down" said Salsa.

"Raka, it's hot right now, '" Zidan said, stopping Raka from pulling out a chair to sit down.

"Alright Boss," said Raka obediently, he could not refuse the orders of the owner of the company Ziro Company.

"Om, let Abang Raka have breakfast first," out of nowhere, Zidan's little wife dared to interrupt his words.

Zidan breathed a big breath.

"Sit Bang" said Salsa.

'Could he call the Raka Abang, while I'm not.......??" inner Zidan was upset.

Raka chose to hear the greeting of the hostess, sat down and ate the fried rice. Sometimes Raka still had time to steal a glance at his Boss, who immediately got a sharp gaze from Zidan. However, all that does not make Raka's appetite reduced. He greedily continued to eat fried rice. He could not deny the fried rice made by Salsa was delicious.

"What's the lady who made this fried rice?" asked Raka between her meals.

"Why Bang? not good, huh?" not her answer Salsa also asked.

"Ehem.... Ehem.... Ehem.... Raka, quickly finish your food, after it comes out," snorted Zidan complete with his sharp gaze.

"Good Boss," answered Raka obediently.

Zidan bribed the fried rice on his plate so slowly, like he didn't like his little wife's cooking. Another thing with Raka who is so greedy eating a plate of fried rice in front of him. Even just five minutes he had finished a plate of fried rice without rest.

"May I add more, madam," pinta Raka thrust out her finished plate.

"Rakaa...... !" Get out the heat of my car right now," snapped Zidan.

Without daring to answer again, Raka immediately stood up, running away from the dining table.

While Zidan, back stirring the fried rice on his plate, occasionally his tail eyes steal a glance towards his wife.

"Your fried rice is not good at all, I can not spend it" said Zidan, pushing the remaining plate of fried rice forward.

Salsa squinted her eyes. Without feeling discouraged, he grabbed the plate that was still left of the fried rice.

"Heists..... What do you want, it's mine" said Zidan.

"So Om said it wasn't good. Yes, I want to run out of it, rather than redundant. My stomach is still hungry" Salsa replied Relax.

"Where can it be... It's mine." Zidan took the plate from Salsa.

"Yes, take it. But beware if not Om run out right," said Salsa implied threat.

"What do you want? if I don't finish him off" challenged Zidan, this is what he's waiting for.

"I'm going to put it in Om's mouth" replied Salsa.

Zidan smiled thinly, so thin that Salsa did not realize that his fierce Om was smiling.

"Yes," replied Zidan, hoping that Salsa would really feed the fried rice to him.

Zidan was still stirring the fried rice on the plate without bribing her. The tail of his eyes always watched Salsa sitting down while eating fried rice.

"Heists...... This girl, I deliberately did not finish her fried rice, but she did not also feed me," she grumbled inwardly.

"This fried rice is really bad, I can not finish the rice," said Zidan slowly, then put the two spoons on the plate.

Instead of feeding Zidan, Salsa grabbed the plate and ate it herself.

"The base is greedy" said Zidan, cynical.

Salsa was silent, not caring, while continuing to eat the fried rice left over by her husband.

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After breakfast, Salsa's stomach was very full, because he finished two dishes of fried rice.

Another thing with Salsa, Zidan even cursed himself, because he had to give up the delicious fried rice.

"Mrs, please" said Jefri, after opening the car door for Salsa.

Salsa got in the car and Jefri closed the door.

"Wait for Jef, take me to the office" Zidan said.

"But sir, how about the madam?" jefri replied carefully, the matter of his mistress and master's school was the opposite direction.

"Why are you so stupid. You'll be able to deliver him first, after that just deliver me." Zidan recited.

"Sorry boss, why don't we go with me instead of one destination?" sela Raka's.

Zidan did not reply to his extremely annoying assistant's remark. He immediately entered the car whose door was opened Jefri.

Raka scratched her head. Staring at the car that was walking slowly until it disappeared from his sight.

"Any? Madam's school, and the Boss' office is in opposite directions. But, why did the boss ask Jefri to deliver it? Why not just with me? So, what did the boss tell me to heat the car?"  batin Raka who increasingly do not understand with the behavior of his fierce boss.

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