Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
27. Events in the Mall

"Where is Sa?  What did your Om say?" santi asked impatiently after Salsa called Zidan.

"Yes, I may say, but not for long" Salsa replied and put her phone back in the bag.

"Then let's go now" insisted Santi.

"Are we going to go in this uniform?" ask Salsa.

"Hmm, yes too. Yes, you just wear my clothes," replied Santi to give a solution.

"Isa.... I don't want to, your clothes have a lot that I wear, the uniform that you lent yesterday I haven't returned." refused Salsa.

"Udah is okay, we will go shopping, so if you are not good you can replace it later," Santi laughed crisply.

"ish.. You are not sincere, are you? salsa murmur.

"Well, change your clothes now, don't waste your time on clothes."

"San, you're the only money you hold, yes I don't usually hold that much money."

"You take it easy, if the handover money problem is with me,"

Salsa twisting lazy eyeball. "Huh, matre base,"

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Herman, who had been very dizzy thinking about how to repay his gambling debt to Mr. Albert, was now in Salsa school.

'Shit! I'm stuck, where should I find the fucking kid? I have to meet him soon, because he's my only hope for money. Hoping on Rita she's no longer useful'

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Salsa and Santi have arrived at the mall.

"Sa, where are we going?" ask Santi when their footsteps are already on the ground floor of the building that has 8 floors

"No idea, you are the one who often plays to the mall, so I follow you just where it is up to you," replied Salsa.

"How about we go find a book first? After that we just think about where we are going again," Santi gave a solution.

"As far as I go,"

They both stepped towards the famous bookstore in the mall.

"How do we find San's book? Here are a lot of books," asked Salsa when they were in the bookstore.

"Hm, you search here, I search there. Later if you have found it, you call me, behind it I also if you have found it will tell you," said Santi.

"Alright." replied Salsa agreed.

Santi then went to the place he pointed at earlier, while Salsa looked seriously looking for one by one the books he needed, looking from one shelf containing hundreds of books to another shelf.

"Hi" said someone who was standing next to Salsa.

Salsa turned her head towards the source of the voice that greeted her.it turned out to be Rendi.

"You're looking for this book?" Rendi shows the book she holds.

"Yes, where are you?" ask Salsa.

"This book is not for sale here. If you want I can take you to his place." said Rendi brought an offer.

"Baiklah, aku akan memberitahu kan nya dulu pada Santi," balas Salsa yang hendak beranjaka pergi ke tempat Santi.

"Hey, wait a minute. The place is not far from here anyway, you will immediately buy it for Santi. Just relax not long,"

"But my money is with Santi, I call him for a moment" Salsa was about to step back.

"Easily, use my money first, later you can replace it," Rendi straight trying to convince.

"Tapi-"

"Udah no pa-pa, ayok his place in front of it, not far from here anyway," said Rendi showed his place.

"Come," Rendi started to step out of the store.

Salsa reluctantly follows the footsteps of the handsome young man at her school, looking back where Santi was standing.

However, Santi's position was blocked by bookshelves so he could not see Salsa coming out of the store.

Salsa continued to follow Rendi's footsteps, their position was now aligned.

"Not far away?" salsa asked, I think it's been a while.

"No, in front of this turn right a little already up." explained Rendi.

"Salabila....!" a baritone voice that Salsa was very familiar with was heard calling out his name.

Salsa turned to look towards the owner of the voice.

"Om," Salsa slowly walked over to the man who was already her legal husband.

Now Salsa was standing next to Zidan with a bowed face.

Randy walked closer to them.

"Know Om my name is Rendi, his schoolmate Salsa Om's nephew," said Rendi as she reached out.

Regardless of Rendi's helping hand, Zidan pulled Salsa's hand away, from there letting Rendi's still-hanging hand.

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"So who did you say you were going with?" zidan asked, his feet continuing to step dragging Salsa's hand.

"Sa-sama Santi," Salsa replied as she ran small following Zidan's wide footsteps.

"Oos... So that was Santi?" zidan asked now he had stopped his steps.

Buk.

"Heists.. If the road looks ahead not down," Zidan snapped to blame.

"Sorry," replied Salsa, whose face began to look down.

"You haven't answered my question, who is Rendi?" ask Zidan.

"Ti-don't know," Salsa shook her head weakly.

"Heists... Say no, obviously I heard him say that your schoolmate, "sad Zidan.

"Yes he's a schoolmate with me, but I'm not familiar with him, Om," Salsa slightly raised her face from the tail of her eyes.

"Ck, now come with me," Zidan began to step up.

Salsabila followed her husband from behind.

"Om," he called out, making Zidan stop, Zidan looked back, looking at Salsa who again had lowered his head.

"What?" Zidan snorted in annoyance.

"Sa-I'm hungry," Salsa replied without lifting her face.

"Heis, it's a hassle." Zidan was grieving, but when he saw Salsa's face bowed, he did not have the heart. "Have come with me."

Zidan took his wife into a fast food restaurant.

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Now they are in a fast food restaurant inside the Mall.

"What do you want to eat?!" zidan asked still sounding sniffling.

"So Om," replied Salsa.

"You just eat it still doesn't know" said Zidan sounded cynical.

"Om the only one who ordered it, I do not know the menus," said Salsa.

Zidan then ordered 2 servings of food with the same menu in the message large drinks.

The cell phone in the Salsa bag suddenly rang, but the salsa was just wild.

"Why not lift?" ask Zidan.

Salsa glanced at Zidan, then pulled out the phone from inside his bag.

"Who?" ask Zidan ketus.

"Santi" replied Salsa.

"Thank you, louspeaker right," Zidan's orders avenged a nod to Salsa's head.

"Hallo, you where Sa is, you don't make me worry. Salsa says where you are now, let me go there." Santi's voice sounded panicked across the phone.

"I don't know where San is" Salsa replied casually.

"You're still at this mall, right?" ask Santi again.

"Yes, I'm still at the mall,"

"Well, where are you in position? let me samperin get there."

"Where is this?" whispered to Zidan, but the cold-faced man was reluctant to answer.

"Hello, who are you talking to, Sa?" ask Santi.

"Son, I'm not talking to anyone" Salsa replied.

"Let's take a look at the name of the store around you, and on what floor you are now" asked Santi again.

Salsa circulates his views, looking for signboards around him, in front of him there are pictures of food and fast food restaurant brand names.

"At McDonald's San" Salsa replied after reading the nameplate.

"You wait for me there, don't go anywhere until I come, remember don't go anywhere!" Santi firmly.

"You don't have to come here San, I'm the same Om" Salsa replied.

"Ehh, dodol didn't say from earlier, I didn't panic gini," Santi grumbled.

"Yes already, you cross the same with your Om, right?" santi asked reassuringly.

Salsa glanced at Zidan who was sitting before her.

"Like it was San," replied Salsa.

"Yes be careful, I will call again, dahhh," said Santi before ending his phone call.

The phone connection was cut off, Santi put his phone back in the bag.

"Have you finished the call?" dengus Zidan's.

Salsa.

"Fast out your food, please,"

"Yes" said Salsa.

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After the meal, Zidan drove Salsa back to the bookstore. He only ordered the shopkeeper to look for the book that Salsa wanted, not long after the book had been in Salsa's hands. The girl who already had the husband took two books, must be the one for her best friend.

While descending the escalator stairs, a trolley belonging to another visitor hit Salsa's body.

Buk.

Salsa fell down.