Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
28. Nightmares

Zidan who was walking in front instantly turned around, running towards Salsa who had already fallen on the floor.

Salsa sat down while holding one leg. Zidan crouched down holding slowly Salsa's aching leg.

"Aw sick.... "

"sick... "

"Sick Om... "

"sickness..... "

Salsabila continued to grimace withstanding the pain in her leg.

"Boss, as good as bringing the madam immediately to the hospital," said Raka who suddenly had been among them.

Zidan's assistant had been shadowing them since, according to Zidan's orders.

Without wasting any more time Zidan embraces his hand carrying Salsa's body.

"You take care of all this, find out who did it" Zidan said before leaving.

Zidan stepped quickly carrying Salsa who was already in his sling. Such a state of reflex made Salsa wrap her hands around Zidan's neck.

Salsa looked up at her face, looking at the handsome face that was now right in front of her. Both of his netra stared in amazement at the sculpted face that always made his heart disease and asthma relapse suddenly.

But this time all the diseases he did not feel, even the pain in the legs that he had felt was now as if gone.

"Mrs why sir?" Jefri ran up to them when Zidan was already outside.

"Open the car door quickly" Zidan ordered without answering Jefri's unimportant question.

Salsa does not realize that Zidan has now brought her into the car. The girl's hand just kept on rolling around her husband's neck, her gaze never separated from the face that made her fascinated.

Even when Zidan had put his body on the car seat, he had not realized. His hands were still around Zidan's neck.

Clataks...

Zidan touched Salsa's forehead with his finger.

"Auw sick," Salsa grimaced, instantly his consciousness recovered. Both of his hands were reflexively detached from Zidan's neck.

She was really hypnotized, even the High School girl did not know that her hands had been coiled around Zidan's neck.

"Road now Jef."

"Where are you?" ask Jefri who is already sitting on the steering wheel.

"To the hospital,"

"Okay sir,"

Salsa was still grimacing holding her aching ankle.

Zidan who noticed that from the corner of his net, reached out to check Salsa's legs.

"Law... It's hurting...... Om, don't hold it," Salsa refused, causing Zidan to pull his hand back.

"Heis... Saya hanya mau menolong saja," dengus Zidan merasa kesal.

"Hikz, sick..... Hikz, sick...... Sick, Om," he keeps grimacing.

"Tahan lah, sebentar lagi kita akan sampai di rumah sakit," sahut Zidan ketus.

"But it hurts, Om. How do I hold him?" Salsa continues to grimace.

Because he could not bear it, Zidan again reached out his hand to check Salsa's legs.

"Don't hold it.." cried Salsa, clasping Zidan's hand that was about to hold his leg.

"Heish..." Zidan screeched, pulling his hand back.

"Yes, just keep crying, hold his own pain," Zidan snorted in annoyance, then shifted his seat slightly away from Salsa.

"Isa.... What kind of husband is she," Salsa grumbled inwardly.

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Arrive at the hospital.

"Aw sick," Salsa screamed, as her next leg descended from the car.

Zidan quickly grabbed Salsa by the shoulder, holding his wife's legs from being too heavy to walk.

However, Salsa felt heart disease, as well as her acute stage asthma suddenly relapsed, her heart rate and breath were now racing each other.

"No need to hold onto my own" Salsa shook Zidan's hand on her shoulder.

Feeling annoyed, Zidan also took his hand off his wife's shoulder, while shifting a little step away.

Salsa uses one leg to try to jump.

Tap

Just one jump, his body fell back.

"Aduuuhu.... Sick," she grimaced again, glancing at Zidan to help him.

Zidan walked over.

"That's it, sok. Stubborn," Zidan snorted in annoyance, then crouched down to help his stubborn wife. Help get Salsa back on its feet.

"What om said, stubborn," he asked after being helped Zidan stand up.

Zidan did not reply, he just looked at his wife with a cynical look.

"Jefri, get me a wheelchair,"

"Okay, sir" said Jefri, immediately running into the hospital.

"At this time, it's not possible to walk, still have time to act strong," Zidan grumbled softly. Unfortunately, he can still hear Salsa.

"Seek it Om,"

"Heish," Zidan snorted in annoyance.

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At Salsa's Mother's.

Herman who had just returned home due to a hunger attack, stepped foot into the kitchen, opened the hood of food that only had tempeh, and fried tofu in his.

"Again tempe fried, can I eat this thin continue," grumbled Herman annoyed.

"What the hell is that woman doing in this house, why just keep cooking this food?" his grumbling is upset.

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Night at mension zidan.

Herman hugged Salsa from behind, fondling the girl with his savage, Salsa tried to give resistance, but the resistance Salsa gave did not make Herman stop doing his depraved actions. Salsa's power means nothing to Herman

"Take it off,"

"Tolooooooong!"

"Tolooooooong!"

"Pleasehaven!" Salsa screamed very loudly.

"Wake Salsa.... Salsa woke up," the voice of a man whom Salsa knew very well was gently rubbing Salsa's hair.

"Welloo!" salsa shouted very loudly.

Salsa immediately sat from his position lying on the bed. with the breath hunting, and the sweat droplets splashed on his face.

In the pull and the breath so quickly Salsa gathered the debris of her consciousness.

"Oms. Hiccu.... Hiccu..... Hikz," cried Salsa broke out reflexively hugging Zidan's body that was beside her. Crying so much, like feeling everything he experienced was real. Her crying was so bitter, that Zidan's heart felt terayat hear it.

Zidan rubbed his hands on the girl's back, trying to make the girl calm, from her gentle swipe Zidan as if declaring that all of her would be fine.

After her nightmare was lost from memory, Salsa only realized, that what she embraced was Zidan, Zidan's embrace was so comfortable she felt. His first hug was from a man other than his father.

"Om, what's the matter here?" his question came to a realization as he released his hand from Zidan.

"Heishn.. You hugged me earlier," grumbled Zidan while looking back at his wet shoulder, because his wife's tears and snot were stuck on the shirt.

"Ish..." Zidan looked at his wet shoulder disdain.

Salsa, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, could only look down embarrassed at what had just happened.

Zidan stood up, then undressed, still looking disgusted at his shirt and shoulders which were covered with Salsa snot, then entered the bathroom.

Salsa instantly closed her eyes, with a palm. However, his eyeballs peeked in between his fingers, looking twice at the muscles in the abdomen of the man who was already his best friend being his husband.