Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
What else is Om?

The salsa school. The bell rang a few minutes ago. All the students have left the class. But not with Salsa. Zidan's wife was still sitting quietly on her bench.

"Sa, yuk canteen," invited santi who was sitting next to Salsa.

"You're San, I'm not coming, my legs are not strong, the road is far away" said Salsa refused Santi's invitation.

"Salsa, there's someone else looking at you" one of Salsa's classmates suddenly stood at the door with a man in a suit. The man held two paper bags in his hand.

"Abang, what are you doing here?" ask Salsa wonder.

"I was told by the Boss to deliver this food, ma'am," answered Raka, holding up two bags of paper bags in her hand.

"San, Santi," called Salsa, but there was no word from her friend.

Santi had been looking at Raka ever since, holding one hand on his chin, a smile rose on the girl's lips.

"Heis...." Salsa rubbed her best friend's face, making Santi gasp in shock.

"You see how you smile yourself? What are you thinking?" salsa asked with narrowed eyes.

"Nothing, who's smiling?" elak Santi's.

"Yes, you go to the cafeteria there,"

"Yes, yes" replied Santi as he got up from his seat, walking out of class. When he passed by Raka, with his flirtatious Santi winked one eye at Raka, making raka shudder amusedly.

"Basic chilli chilli an," Inner Raka.

"Abang, here," call Salsa after Santi leaves.

Raka then walked over to Salsa.

"Yes madam." reply Raka.

"Abang, can Salsa not?"

"Just ask the madam, what does the madam want to ask?"

"Abang, who's Miss Niken? It seemed that he was close to the Om," asked Salsa.

"I'm sorry madam, I can't answer her. It is better for the madam herself to directly ask the Boss," replied Raka.

"Iih, like you don't know what Om is like. Salsa was afraid to ask that. Later the Om is angry, you want responsibility?"

"The boss will not upset the madam, believe me, the Boss will never hurt the mistress," replied Raka reassured her Boss' wife.

"Don't know what Om is like.very fierce, his work snapped Salsa mulu,"

"That's just outside the mistress, actually the Boss is very attentive to the mistress. The proof, this is the boss who told me to bring food here," Raka put her luggage on the table.

Salsa thought for a moment of Raka's words. He justifies that speech.

"Now the mistress eat," said Raka disperse the brain of Salsa who was thinking about Zidan.

"Yes, thank you, brother,"

"Kalau begitu saya permisi nyonya," ucap Raka lalu pergi meninggalkan ruang kelas Salsa.

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Sementara itu ditempat lain. Sejak tadi, pemilik perusahan Ziro Company, duduk di kursi kerja nya dengan perasaan resah gelisah. Sebentar-sebentar dirinya melihat jam yang melingkar di pergelangan tangan.

"Do I just call him. But what am I supposed to say?" he continues to grow.

Setelah puas membatin, Zidan mengambil ponsel nya diatas meja, menatap layar ponsel yang kini sudah menyala itu. Tapi dirinya meletek kan kembali ponsel itu di meja. Zidan, mengalihkan pandangannya ke layar leptop yang ada di hadapan nya. Namun, itu hanya beberapa detik saja, kemudian ia meraih kembali ponselnya dan melakukan panggilan.

"Hello Om," greet someone after their phone connection.

Zidan sighed deeply before he started talking.

"Yes," Zidan replied, only that word was capable of saying.

"What's the matter Om?" ask someone on the phone.

"What am I supposed to say? Did I ask, have you eaten yet? Heis, not Zi, don't don't ask that, because it just makes you look stupid. Then, what should I ask?" inner Zidan was speeding fiercely.

"Hello Om," the voice of someone from behind the phone connection that can not be counted anymore.

"If Om hears, why is Om silent?"

Zidan let out a big breath.

"What are you again?" tanya, who instantly cursed herself. How could his mouth ask such a thing.

"Just finished eating Om, thank you Om, have brought me food,"

"Yes," Zidan replied briefly.

"If Om himself again what? Has Om had lunch?"

"Sa-Sa-s,"

Tuuuuuuuuuu!

The phone call Zidan decided on his own. Somehow because his tongue suddenly stiff, no longer able to pronounce the word correctly.

"Why am I nervous like this? and why does my heart beat like this?" Zidan cursed to himself while holding his chest as it was currently beating irregularly.

Quickly he grabbed the glass containing white water, the hammer gulped down the water until it was gone.

"Like her I have to check myself to the doctor" he murmured.

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At Salsa's Mother's house.

Herman who no longer knows how to get money, finally he desperate to take a certificate of home owned by his wife. Hastily she put the certificate under her shirt, before going out.

"Where are you going?" rita asked to see Herman coming out.

"You go to work, there's nothing more I can expect from you" replied Herman, then left.

"Thank God you're sober, Mom," muttered Rita smiling happily at the back of her husband who was getting away.

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The Salsa school.

The school bell rang five minutes ago, and Salsa helped Santi walk out of the classroom. Santi held onto Salsa's shoulder, slowly stepping out of the classroom.

Suddenly Santi's phone rang, he immediately lifted it.

"Huh, innallahi wainnailaihi rajiun," said Santi talking to someone on his mobile phone.

"Yes, Ma, Santi's coming home now" Santi said before his phone call was cut off.

"Why San? Who died?" salsa asked because hearing Santi's words was like getting sad news.

"My grandmother in the village just died Sa," replied Santi, eyes that began to glaze over.

"Salsa I have to go home soon, Mama I've been waiting at home" said Santi.

"Yes San, not pa-pa, you just go home,"

"But how are you?" said Santi.

"San, let me help Salsa" said Rendi who was suddenly behind them.

Santi looked towards the voice.

"Sa, I really have to go home now, you don't have to be like Rendi" Santi said.

"Yes, not pa-pa San, you go home. Be careful on the road, yeah,"

"Ren, I tipped my best friend yes," said Santi then ran away Salsa and Rendi.

Rendi's hand then holds Salsa's shoulder in place of Santi's hand that was there.

"Let me help you yes" said Rendi when her hand was on Salsa's shoulder.

Salsa was eager to shake that hand. But she also needs someone to help her walk.