Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Planning to move rooms

Salsa had been lying on the bed. He can no longer resist the feeling of wanting to urinate in his stool since then.

"As for which way this is, I can't stand it anymore," her inner self.

Salsa sat on the bed

"Om, I want to go to the toilet" she said with a red face.

Zidan got up and sat down on the edge of the bed where he was lying.

"Hurry and help" said Zidan casually.

Instantly Salsa's face turned frantic, her eyeballs were perfectly patterned.

"O-Om, say what?" salsa asked nervously.

"Can you go there by yourself?" reply Zidan while pointing at the bathroom door.

"But I don't want Om to help me," Salsa ventured to look at Zidan.

"Who are you going to ask for help with? there's no one else here" Zidan replied.

Salsa thought for a moment, her eyes wide at the red button beside the bed.

"I can call Bi Marni," she said like finding a solution that she had forgotten.

"Heis, don't you know today all the servants are busy." said Zidan asserted with a tone of voice that he raised, until his neck veins came out.

Salsa sat down with his face bowed to see his fingers playing down. his body had not been able to stand still, swaying forward, backward, left and right, since then, because of the tightness of wanting to urinate.

"Hurry up, do you want to pee here?" said Zidan cynically.

This time not only Salsa eyeballs who want to come out, but his cheeks are also like boiled crabs. Of course he was very embarrassed, imagining having to go to the bathroom with Zidan.

Salsa shifted her body closer to Zidan, her face lowered in shame mixed in annoyance.

Zidan who saw all of that smiled happily.

Hap!

With lightning, now that the body of salsa was in Zidan's arms, Salsa's hands were forced to circle around Zidan's neck. His eyes closed strongly, until a clear look of wrinkles in the corner of his eyes.

"Hey, the body is small but the weight is for mercy, most of your sins are," said Zidan as he continued to walk to the bathroom.

"He said I had a lot of sins! haiis, like her many merits alone," Salsa grumbled inwardly, her lips also slightly moving.

Zidan sat Salsa in the toilet, then turned around, stepping away from his little wife.

"Quickly," said Zidan ketus.

"Om, don't look here" Salsa said with extreme embarrassment. Her sense was better she sank to the bottom of an old, uninhabited well, than to feel a situation like this. But want how else, the sense of tightness to throw away his wishes also can not be withstood.

"There's no use in me peeking at you" snorted Zidan.

"Ishh, why is he always hurting, by the way" Salsa grumbled inwardly.

"Om out, later when I'm done calling," he said.

"Dua menit lagi saya masuk," ucap Zidan, lalu berjalan keluar dari kamar mandi.

"Well! two minutes, but it's okay, rather than him here, to die of my shame" he murmured.

Now, regardless of the sense of respect that Salsa had endured since, he was back sitting on the bed.

Tiba-tiba ponsel nya yang tergeletak di atas ranjang berbunyi, ia melihat tidak ada nama pemanggil di layar ponsel nya itu. Salsa membiarkan saja suara ponsel itu berbunyi tanpa ingin menjawab nya.

Zidan looked at Salsa with narrowed eyes.

"Who?" ask Zidan later.

"I don't know who's calling" Salsa replied.

One time the call was ignored. Not long after the voice of the phone again sounded with the same caller number.

Zidan grabbed Salsa's phone and answered the call.

"Hallo who is this?" ask Zidan after the phone call is connected.

"I'm Rendi Om, may I speak with Salsa,"

The deg!

Instantly Zidan disconnected the phone and blocked his number.

Zidan stared intently at his wife who was a hobby of bowing her face in front of him.

"Who's Rendi?" zidan asked angrily, throwing the phone at Salsa.

"I don't know him, he's a schoolgirl,"

"Unacquainted? Then why did he call," Zidan asked, his tone still sounding angry.

"I don't know, Om," replied Salsa with a face still lowered.

"No. I don't even know how to look at my own phone number" Salsa replied honestly.

Then Zidan took the phone out of his pants pocket, then contacted Raka.

"Buy me a new phone number" Zidan said, then disconnected his phone.

Zidan pressed the red button next to the bed to preach to the waiter, before leaving Salsa's room.

Salsa grabbed her phone back, after seeing that Zidan was no longer in the room.

"Where did he get my phone number from? Who knows my cell phone number at school just Santi, what santi gave it? Ish, the boy," grumbled Salsa.

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There was a knock on the door from outside the room. Salsa was silent.

"Madam, may I come in," Marni's voice rang out behind the door.

"Look in Bi" cried Salsa telling Marni to come in.

Chequelek

The door opened, Marni and two servants behind her standing in front of the door.

"Here," call Salsa, who sees Marni still standing at the door.

Marni came in and stood beside the bed, followed by the two servants behind her.

"What's Bi," asked Salsa who was sitting leaning on her bed.

"It should be me who asks like that madam," replied Marni.

"Does the madam need anything?" so Marnie asked.

"Son, Salsa needs nothing" he replied.

"Didn't the lady call me?" ask Marnie again.

"Sister, Salsa doesn't call Auntie,"

"Then excuse me madam" said Marni, passing away.

"Bi wait, if Aunt is not busy, aunt accompany Salsa here yes." pinta Salsa.

"Okay, ma'am," replied Marni then sent two servants back.

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Three days have passed. Now that Salsa's legs have gradually improved, he can walk with both feet, although sometimes still feel a little pain.

For three days Zidan spent his time in Salsa's room, looking after his little wife from morning to morning again.

Like newlyweds on their honeymoon, there is no activity other than in bed. But the honeymoon was very boring for Salsa.

"Om, Salsa can go to school tomorrow" he said, asking for permission, while putting books and stationery into a bag.

"Hmm, do you need a cane, or a wheelchair," asked Zidan, who was lying in bed playing with his phone.

"No need, my legs are healed" replied Salsa who had finished packing her books and stationery.

"Om, I'm cured, Om go back to Om's room,"

"Well this is her, did she forget that I was her husband. Why did he tell me to move, he had to move into my room, but how did he move into my room" Zidan said.

"Om, Om hear me not, anyway," asked Salsa, looking at Zidan who was playing a cell phone.

Zidan then sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Salsa's aching leg.

"Your legs have not really healed, later if you fall in the bathroom or suddenly your legs hurt back, who bothers, me too, right," said he. Zidan's.

"No, I promise I'll be careful."

"I can't believe. Later if there's anything with you who bothers? Now you go to sleep," Zidan snorted in annoyance.

"You want to go to school tomorrow, don't you" Zidan threatened.

Forced Salsa to rise from her seat, walked slowly closer to the bed.

"Let's see that your feet are still walking like that" said Zidan, noticing Salsa's limping footsteps.

Salsa did not reply she straightened out to walk slowly to her bed, after which she lay in the corner of the bed next to Zidan. Then, pull the blanket up to his head.