Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
All day keeping wife in room

That afternoon Herman and Rita actually came to Salsa school, for hours they waited for Salsa in front of the school gate. However, they had yet to see Salsa coming out of the school gate. Even the security guard had closed the gate indicating that there were no more students inside.

They returned home after the gate was closed by security guards. Herman stepped in with disappointment, as his plan failed to bring Salsa together with Rita.

"You go home first I have other needs" said Herman.

"Where are you going?" ask Rita.

"Whisper you, I tell you to go home, yes go home," snapped Herman, walking the other way.

"Why Mas Herman so that his nature, sometimes good, sometimes turns rough." murmured Rita lirih.

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In another country.

In a work room, a middle-aged woman was sitting in her oversized chair, the middle-aged woman holding a picture of a boy who was about ten years old. he looked at the photo intently, as if to resist the deep longing for the boy in the photo.

"I'm sorry dear mama, hix, hix, forgive mama hix, hiks," sobs of remorse filled the room.

After her crying subsided, the middle-aged woman then called someone from her cell phone.

"Alfredo, how is the development of our cooperation contract submission with ZIRO COMPANY companies in Indonesia?" ask the middle-aged woman from her phone call.

"Everything is going well madam, they want to see you as soon as possible to discuss further cooperation.weaini." Alfredo replied on the phone.

"Good, arrange the meeting as appropriate" said the middle-aged woman before disconnecting her phone.

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In Salsabila's room.

"I want to go to the bathroom, it's impossible that Om is helping me too. After all my legs are also not very sick, Om that's too much, too much, hufh," muttered Salsa looking at Zidan who was sitting on her bedroom sofa.

Slowly Salsa lowered her legs from the top of the bed, she stood supporting her body with only one leg. Next to her feet was still too sore and painful to tread on the floor.

Taps!

Taps!

Taps!

He dragged his feet by jumping. However, just a few jumps Salsa had stopped, he stood on one leg, sighing before starting to jump again.

Taps!

Taps!

Bruyne!

"Auuuuuwhh," he screamed as his butt was on the floor.

Zidan was asleep, so he woke up to the sound. Without gathering his awareness first, Salsabila's husband immediately stepped closer to his wife.

"Basar recalcitrant, I have not said, if you need anything call me. Is that hard?" gerutu Zidan while walking up to his wife.

Salsa did not reply, her mouth just grimacing in pain on the floor.

For the umpteenth time Zidan carried Salsa's body to the bed.

"It's not like that" Zidan muttered as he continued to walk in his wife's arms.

"Oohh, sakiiit, fighthhh sick," Salsabila continued to grimace in pain, his position was already sitting on the bed with two legs he straightened forward.

"That's it, don't want to hear people's words, if this is who's bothered," Zidan grumbled, then picked up the small bottle on the nightstand, and then took it, smear Salsa's legs with the cream in the bottle.

"I want to go to the toilet, there's no way Om can drop me off in the toilet too" Salsa murmured in her agony.

"Just answer your work," Zidan grumbled without stopping his hand smearing Salsa's leg with the cream.

"Auuuuuwch, sakit, Om mau belas dendam ya," Salsa mendengus kesal, menatap Zidan dengan bibir yang mengerucut.

Zidan did not answer, because he was a little hard rubbed Salsa's feet. However, his eyes returned Salsa's gaze which made Salsa immediately look down.

"It's over, it's over," Zidan looked at Salsa's still-down face, got up and walked into the bathroom washing her hands.

Zidan came out of the bathroom, then sat back on the edge of the bed.

Salsa looked at Zidan in wonder.

"What do you want?"

"Here you go" Zidan said without answering Salsa's question.

"What do you want to do anyway?" reiterate Salsa with the same question.

Zidan did not answer, but one hand grabbed the pillow behind Salsa and then laid his body on his side against Salsa.

"Om, Om, Om does sleep here, go to Om's room if you want to sleep, not here," Salsa continued to whine while shaking Zidan's body with her hands.

"I'm not sleeping, I'm just keeping watch here so you don't get out of bed anymore" replied Zidan who was still turning his back on his wife.

"Belse..... But why is Om sleeping here, go there," Salsa relentlessly whined.

Zidan then turned his body around.

"Heh, you think I'm happy like this, who would take care of you if not me" snorted Zidan in annoyance.

"But I can take care of myself, Om just go," Salsa continued to whine.

"Can take care of yourself, can take care of yourself, cihh... Tell me how many times have you fallen, and who helped?" zidan sounded cynical.

"Quick say," Zidan added, looking down at Salsa.

"Three times," Salsa replied without lifting her face.

"Who helped you?" ask Zidan.

"Om" said Salsa.

"Good, if you're conscious," said Zidan, smiling.

"I know, I've always been troublesome, I'm-this"

"It's been, it's been, it's been noise" Zidan said, not wanting to hear his wife's condescending remarks.

Zidan turned his back on Salsa.

Salsa raised her face, looked at Zidan's back in annoyance, her sense of wanting to push the burly body that lay beside her.

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Rendi who did not give up to get Salsa's mobile number, secretly after school Rendi followed Santi to her home.

Tok

Tok

Tok

Chequek.

The door opened Santi from inside.

"Why are you here?" santi asked when she saw who was knocking on her door.

"Yes, I just want to come to meet you," said Rendi who immediately smuggled into Santi's house.

"Hey! Get out myself at home, the neighbors will see I thought I was doing things, get out," said Santi panicked, pulling Rendi's hand out.

But Rendi instead brushed Santi's hand aside, and immediately sat down in the guest chair.

"Get out! or I scream," threatened Santi.

"Just shout," said Rendi casually.

"You want what the hell?" santi asked annoyed.

"I want you to give me your best friend's cell phone number. What's his name? Hm.... I forgot," said Rendi as she walked closer to Santi.

"You already know that Salsa won't talk to you, if I give you her number, she'll be mad at me,"

"You take it easy, I won't tell you where I got that number from."

"I won't give it to you" said Santi.

"Yes up to you," casually, Rendi sat back in the chair in the room.