Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Your nose has problems

"Take off," Salsa tried to shake off the hand of Rendi holding her shoulder.

"I can be alone" Salsa refused firmly.

"I just want to help you, Salsa," replied Rendi whose hand was no longer holding Salsa's shoulder.

"I don't need your help, Go!" salsa shouted, telling Rendi to leave, one hand and index finger he held forward, and his body and lips trembled.

"Okay, I'm leaving" said Rendi, raising her hands up, along with her legs, who stepped back and walked away from Salsa.

As Salsa recalled something rushing to unzip her bag, she grabbed her phone from inside the bag and then called someone.

The dreet!   Dree!  Dree!

"Yes, what's wrong?" a voice came from Salsa's phone.

"Om, can you go to Salsa school?" salsa said softly with a trembling voice.

Tuuuuuuuuu!

The phone connection was immediately cut off.

Not long after calling Zidan Salsa heard the footsteps echoing in the school corridor.

Taps!      Taps!        Taps!

The move was getting closer and closer to Salsa.

Taps!       Taps!         Taps!

Salsa's body was trembling with fear.

"Mrs, what's going on?" Jefri suddenly appeared from the end of the classroom building, and slowly walked closer to Salsa.

Jefri saw Salsa's body trembling in fear, as well as her face looking pale.

"Let's calm madam will be here soon, sir" Jefri added as he walked into the classroom and brought a chair outside.

"Sit down first, madam" Jefri put the chair behind Salsa.

Fifteen minutes later.

Zidan came with a breath that hunted down the face that looked so anxious.

Slowly Zidan walked over to his wife.

Salsa immediately got up from her seat with a lowered face.

"What's going on?" asked Zidan after being near Salsa.

Salsa was silent with her face still down.

"Jawab, what's going on" Zidan snapped at Salsa.

Salsa shook her head quickly, her body trembling even more.

Seeing his frightened wife Zidan rubbing her rough face and turning her back to Salsa.

"Jefri!!!" bentak Zidan disertai tatapan tajam ia layangkan pada sopir itu.

"I don't know, sir, after you called me earlier, I immediately came here and I saw that the madam was like a frightened person" Jefri explained.

"Apa ada orang lain disini tadi?" tanya Zidan.

"When I came there was no one else here sir," replied Jefri.

Then Zidan waved one hand telling Jefri to leave.

Jefri obediently, he immediately moved from there.

After Jefri left, Zidan turned back to face Salsa. At his sight Salsa was still looking down in fear.

Zidan let out a long sigh, until his field chest puffed forward and he exhaled slowly.

"Here you go, I'm sorry" Zidan said, turning his back on Salsa.

He turned his face back to look at Salsa who was still looking down.

"I've asked ma'af, why is your face still like that" said Zidan who was still standing on his back to Salsa.

But there was still no answer from Salsa, her face still remained lowered even though her body was no longer trembling.

"I want to go home, you want to come with me or you want to be here" said Zidan firmly as he stepped his feet walking forward.

"Om, wait," said Salsa who could be heard by Zidan.

Zidan instantly stopped his steps accompanied by a small smile engraved on his face. Then he turned to look at Salsa who was still down, but occasionally Salsa stole a look at Zidan by raising his eyeballs.

Zidan again walked up to Salsa, and stopped before him, their bodies facing each other, very close.

Then he turned around crouching in front of Salsa.

"Hurry up" said zidan as he patted his hands on his back.

But there was no movement from Salsa, he was still standing still.

"Well hurry or I stay,"

Taps!

Instantly Salsa's front body was attached to Zidan's back along with his hands coiled around his Husband's neck.

A smile rose on Zidan's face before he stood up.

Zidan extended his hand backwards, holding onto Salsa's two thighs before starting to step.

Salsa leaned her head on her husband's burly shoulders, comfortable, safe, and calm.

As with Zidan, he stepped slowly not wanting to quickly arrive outside.

So Salsa felt comfortable himself to fall asleep on Zidan's back.

Fifteen minutes of travel from Salsa class to the gate, usually taken by students walking normally takes about five minutes.

When he reached the gate, as usual the car was there with the door that had been opened Jefri.

Zidan lowered Salsa's body very slowly, almost Salsa did not feel anything in his body when Zidan lowered it slowly. But, when Zidan exploded Salsa's hand from her neck suddenly Salsa woke up due to Zidan's cell phone ringing, Salsa suddenly jolted in shock, and shifted her seat to the corner of the car.

"Who the hell. Goddammit! just disturb people," swear zidan in the heart and then reach his phone from a contong calana.

In his view the name Raka is listed on the mobile phone screen.

"What do you need to call me," Zidan snapped, as he shifted the green arrow on the phone screen.

"I'm sorry boss, I just want to ask where the boss is now, that's all." Raka replied.

Tuuuuuuuuuu!

The phone connection was then disconnected and put the phone back into the pants pocket.

"Dad.... Why does my shirt smell so bad" Zidan grumbled, turning to his side.

Salsa rubbed the corner of her lips like she was checking something.

"Are you sleeping?" ask Zidan pretending to be upset.

Salsa shook her head quickly.

"Then, what is this fluid? Where does the smell sting like this? try kissing," Zidan turned his back to Salsa. Directing the back shoulder that had become a soft pillow of his wife.

with forced Salsa sniffed the shoulder, smell the aroma contained in her husband's clothes.

"You what?" ask Zidan who is impatient.

"No Om, I don't smell anything" Salsa replied.

"That means your nose is problematic, the stinging smell like this is all you don't smell" said Zidan, his voice still tart.

Salsa held her own nose and kissed her hand to confirm what her husband said.