Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Keeping a Sick Wife

Inside the bathroom, Zidan tried to calm himself down, could not he lie his heart when this was not okay, there was a vibration that he felt as Salsa returned his embrace earlier, in addition to the pain of hearing Salsa's cry, Zidan also felt something else. Something he had never felt before.

"Damn it, why am I so nervous like this" he murmured.

After the taste was gone and his heartbeat was back to normal. Zidan finally came out of the bathroom.

"Cliii.... Why come out again!" Salsa screamed, turning herself blindfolded with two hands, as she looked at Zidan's body without wearing a shirt.

"That's not my bathroom.don't open your eyes until I get out. Just be careful if you dare to open it," said Zidan threateningly as he walked out of Salsa's room,

"Who shall see, too" salsa murmured.

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Arriving at the room, Zidan calls Raka, asking about the incident that happened in the mall.

"Did you find out who did it?" ask Zidan when the phone is connected.

"Have been the boss, the culprit was an old woman, all of it was purely her innocence. The trolley he was holding suddenly let go, because the grandson was about to chase after his grandson," Raka explained.

"Are you sure?" ask Zidan again.

"Rakin Boss, I have also checked the CCTV footage but there is nothing suspicious," replied Raka.

"Hmm."

"Tomorrow you take care of all my work in the office, and you don't have to come here" Zidan said before disconnecting.

"Okay, boss," Raka said on the phone.

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Salsa, who was about to pick up her school bag, slowly got out of bed. Using one leg he jumped thinking it was all easy to do.

Taps!

Taps!

Bruk!

He fell down, his sprained leg back to the floor.

"Switch,"

"sick"

"It hurts," Salsa grimaced in pain.

"What are you doing?"

Zidan who just came immediately carried his body onto the bed.

"Didn't you hear what the doctor said?" ask Zidan to yell at him.

"I just want to grab that bag" Salsa replied, pointing to the bag on the desk.

"There are so many servants here, why not just call them," said Zidan still sounded sniffy.

"Where they'll hear me yelling from here, they'll all be downstairs" Salsa replied in self-defense.

"Just answer your work, will you see that? you can push it, right?" Zidan pointed at the red button next to the bed, then pressed it. Not long after, Marni and a few servants came.

Marni and the other servants just stood outside the room, even though the door was wide open they would not dare to enter if they had not received permission

"Marni, have you ever told her the usefulness of that button?" zidan asked, pointing at the red button next to the bed.

"Sudah tuan, hari pertama saya membawa nyonya ke kamar ini, saya sudah  mengatakan nya," jawab Marni.

Salsa's head was down.

"Pergilah, bawakan makan malam untuk nya." perintah Zidan.

"Okay sir" replied Marni.

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At Rita's. Herman went into the room and, lying next to his wife, hugged her from behind. Putting his head in the recess of Rita's neck. He also gave little kisses there.

Then Salsabila's stepfather stroked Rita's hair gently.

Rita turned her head for a moment looking at her husband's face full of questions.

"Darling," call Herman friendly to his wife. One hand just gently rubbed the top of Rita's head.

Rita turned around, looking at her husband's face with a frown. I felt strange about her husband's behavior.

"Darling, wherever Salsa is your child. It's not good to hold a grudge with my own child, I've forgotten all about it" Herman said without stopping his hand rubbing Rita's head.

"What do you mean?" rita asked, both eyes narrowed at Herman.

"Darling, how about tomorrow if we meet Salsa at her school, we'll talk all her from heart to heart, let the trouble between you, me and her be done. After that we can live a decent life a happy family," said Herman conveyed his intentions.

"But-" Rita's words stopped as Herman's index finger stuck to her lips.

"Tomorrow I'll be with you, we'll both meet Salsa, baby" Herman said.

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Marni Audah puts food for Salsa on the table. Zidan then lifted the chair in front of the dressing table and placed it next to Salsa's bed, then he sat on the chair. Zidan took the plate of food that Marni delivered earlier, stirring the food with a hut.

"What do you want?" ask Salsa.

Zidan did not answer, he kept stirring the food on the plate.

Without speaking Zidan feed the food Salsa's mouth.

"I can eat myself Om," Salsa refused letting Zidan's hand hang holding the spoon.

"You're sick again" said Zidan, still sounding cold.

"But my feet hurt, not my hands" said Salsa.

"Yes, this is what I ate" Zidan, who was upset, gave the plate to Salsa.

"Put it down at the table and I'll eat" pinta Salsa pointed to the small table beside the bed.

Zidan placed the plate on a table that was designated Salsa.

Salsa glanced at Zidan who was staring at her.

"Om out, I'll eat, too,"

"Heists.... The table is far away, you can reach it,"

"Yes, just put it here" Salsa patted the bed next to her seat.

"Eh, where can you put food on the bed, later if the food is spilled how?" Zidan grumbled in annoyance.

"I'll call Bi Marni" Salsa said.

"It's been the night all the service has rested,"

Salsa looked at her husband's annoyance.

"Yes, where's the food,"

Zidan smiled thinly, very thinly, he could say smiling inwardly. Zidan then grabbed the food on the table and gave it to Salsa.

"Yes already out there," said Salsa after holding a plate containing the food.

"Eh, if you're thirsty. Who's gonna get you some drinking water,"

Salsa let out a rough sigh, then bribed the food. It's just a matter of arguing with her husband

After finishing eating, now Salsa is doing school work that was given by the teacher last afternoon.

"Tomorrow you don't have to go to school" said Zidan.

"I have to go to school Om, because soon I will take the final exam" Salsa said.

"In your circumstances like this?" zidan asked, then got up from his seat approaching Salsa.

"Emang why? I could ask Santi to help me walk to class later" Salsa turned her back on Zidan.

"No! you're clearance tomorrow and at home only. Until your legs are completely healed just got to school," said. Zidan's.

"I don't want to go to school tomorrow,"