Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Is he jealous?

Not long after, Marni again came knocking zidan's room, he brought a small basin containing ice cubes and a small towel that zidan asked for

Zidan approached Salsa sitting on the edge of the bed, carrying the basin that the marni had given him, and squatted between Salsa's legs dangling to the floor.

"What do you want?" Pekik Salsa by closing it to his two thighs and covering it with two hands.

"Ish, what a pervert your little brain thinks, did you forget what the doctor said!" ketus zidan stared at the cynical Salsa.

Zidan then washed the small towel with the water in the basin and placed it at Salsa's feet.

"Leave it like that!" zidan said after putting the wet towel on the foot of the salsa, he got up and walked to the bathroom.

Zidan's phone located on the nightstand vibrated.

Salsa who was curious ventured to peek at the phone screen, niken, the name of the caller listed on the phone screen.

1 time missed call because zidan is still in the bathroom. Not long ago zidan's phone returned to vibrate. Zidan who had come out of the bathroom immediately approached and grabbed the phone, zidan shifted the red button on his phone screen before stuffing it into his pants pocket.

Salsa, who had long wanted to know who Niken was, dared to ask.

"Why didn't om answer the call," asked salsa, who looked down playing her fingers.

"Not important," answered Zidan briefly. Then crouched back between the legs of the salsa, lifted the small towel and soaked it again into the basin, then put it back on the instep of the salsa leg.

"Oh, may I ask!" salsa said as she stared at the black robbed zidan right below her.

"What?" reply zidan short.

"Whose niken is that? Is she om's girlfriend?" asked Salsa who was still down playing her fingers.

"Why did he ask like that? did he see my phone?  is he jealous? Wah Attracting sakali," inner zidan.

"Yes" replied the short zidan who was still crouching between Salsa's legs.

"Well, let's just say that I, the niken is the boyfriend of this om," inward salsa.

The phone in the pocket of zidan pants again rang, he got up and grabbed the phone, looking at the screen of his phone with the name Raka. Zidan smiled slightly before picking up the phone from Raka.

"Yes, dear hello" said Zidan as he walked away from Salsa.

"Hallo this boss is me Raka," Raka replies reassuring who she is.

"Love I know," replied zidan.

"Bos, I'm Raka's boss," Raka said slightly shouting.

"Dear, I miss you, too," replied Zidan more affectionately, as well as the tone of voice made as friendly as possible, as he saw Salsa's downcast face was already flushed, blushing, accompanied by his lips that advanced forward like reading a spell.

"Bos, I'm Raka's boss, Raka's boss. Er ara to aka, Raka," said Raka who began to worry about the behavior of her boss, until she had to mock her own name, who knows her boss forgot to think Raka

"Yes dear, muach, muach." reply zidan then turn off his phone connection. Zidan also immediately turned off his cellphone because he did not want Raka to call him back. Surely Raka thinks that Zidan is currently being possessed by a purebred demon.

Zidan walked back to Salsa, as if nothing had happened.

"Just like other girls can be friendly, try if it's the same me, hisss," Salsa grumbled by clenching her strong hands.

"Why you?" tanya zidan, who was now standing next to the bed, put her phone on the nightstand.

"Tidak usah pedulikan saya, teleponan saja terus sama pacar om itu," gerutu Salsa seraya memalingkan wajah nya ke samping.

Zidan smiled faintly, but his heart laughed loosely.

"Oo-, he's just saying nye nye nye nye," Salsa grumbled as if mimicking zidan's speech, with her mouth thrust forward.

Zidan no longer held back his laughter, he went back into the bathroom to take off his.

"Well, another girl can talk like that, try me, huff, not her rough play." Salsa grout speaks for itself.

Salsa brushed off the towel on her leg, took a pillow and bit her hard.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrg," Salsa let go of the annoyance.

Suddenly his phone rang, he saw Raka's name on his phone screen.

"Hello ma'am, is the boss again with the madam?" the sound of raka immediately sounded after Salsa shifted the green arrow keys and brought her phone closer to the ear.

"Nothing, he's gone" replied Salsa who was still upset.

"Sorry madam, do you know where the boss is going?" Raka asked back.

"No idea! to her boyfriend's house maybe, never mind! Salsa's dizzy, brother don't ask her about Salsa anymore," said Salsa, then disconnected her phone.

Zidan came out of the bathroom walking towards Salsa.

"Hish, why did you throw the compress, it has been said the doctor let it sit for 20 minutes." panic zidan who immediately crouched down, grabbed the towel that had been on the edge of Salsa earlier.

But Salsa was lying on the bed, raising her legs and covering her face to the pillow.

Zidan heard sobs in his room.

"Why is she crying? Was she really jealous?" inner zidan.

Zidan got up and sat on the side of the plan next to Salsa lying down, with a long sigh and gathering all his courage.

Zidan rubs Salsa's shoulder gently, but Salsa thins her.

"Om just go out!" Salsa shouted with her hoarse voice. The voice that made Zidan's heart scratched hurt because of her.

"Come out, come out" said Salsa in between her cries.

Zidan could only give up, put his feet out, he turned to look at Salsa who was still crying put her face on the pillow.

Chequek!

Chequek!

Marking the door open and closed again. Salsa immediately sat down, lifting her face from the pillow which had made it hard for her to breathe.

"Why did I cry? Why am I upset too? He only married me because he was forced.duhhh, stupid me, to hope that no-no, surely he will be angry again," Salsa's inner regret.

Zidan, who was already outside the room, was just standing at the door, walking back and forth thinking about how to persuade his current wife.

Zidan recalled Raka's advice back then, to see her on the internet, but unfortunately her phone was left inside.

Without thinking any longer, Zidan immediately grabbed and turned the door handle.

Chequek!

Zidan looked at Salsa who was already sitting on the bed, then he walked up to the nightstand beside the bed. Without looking at Salsa, zidan grabbed his phone and went back out.