Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Don't call me Om

"Salabila."

The voice instantly stopped Salsa's walking pace leaving Zidan.

"I was just joking." Zidan walked over to Salsa. "All this is deliberately prepared for you," continued Zidan.

Then, Zidan took the batter that was already available at the table, then lit a candle with the bat.

"Come here" Zidan asked Salsa to come closer to him, extending one hand to Salsa.

But Salsa just stood still with her head bowed.

'Just kid him, end up making me ashamed, not his apologies, instead said jokingly,"' his inner grumbling annoyed.

Long Zidan's hand hung in the air without seeing Salsa, let alone held as he expected Zidan.

'Heis, why is he still standing there, ' even an upset Zidan could only bathe, then lower his hand back.

Zidan sat down on one of the chairs at the table, which was facing Salsa.

"Just stand there until tomorrow morning, let me finish this meal myself." snorted Zidan, then took a plate of food at the table.

"Sucks.." grumbled Salsa, inevitably stepping slowly, sitting in front of Zidan.

A moment when the place was silent, there was only the sound of spoons and plates clashing, as well as the sound of waves in the sea that could faintly be heard in their ears.

Zidan only stirred the food on the plate, without eating it. Every now and then he stole a glance at Salsa who was eating voraciously.

"Speak, don't shut up!" sulang Zidan, as if he hated the silence.

Salsa stopped her eating, staring at Zidan's annoyed face.

"Actually, why did Om take me to eat here?" salsa asked then, looking at Zidan's face fixed, making Zidan flutter.

"Why are you asking like that?" Zidan also asked.

"And it was Om who told me to talk.I have it even in question back. If it's like this, I'd rather just shut up" Salsa scooped up the food on her plate.

"Yes, I brought you here for the holidays" Zidan replied later.

"Vacation? My school is not yet on vacation, Om."

"Yes I invite you on vacation so that your brain does not stress, because you have to keep learning!" sumpul Zidan reasoned.

"But I have no stress Om, I love to learn" said Salsa who looked at Zidan.

Zidan breathed a big sigh, silent without wanting to answer Salsa again, because he knew his wife would always have an answer.

"Of..." Salsa called out to Zidan, who had just thrown a glance in the other direction.

"Why didn't Om just invite Om's fiancee?" continues asking.

Zidan flinched, staring at Salsa with two eyebrows linked together.

"Fiancee? Mean you?" This time, Zidan's face looked serious.

"Yes Om's fiancee, when Om doesn't know what a fiancee is?" answer cynical salsa in added ketus.

"When, I mean, what you're asking is my fiance, who?" ask Zidan carefully.

"You don't have to pretend you don't know, that is," Salsa rolled her lazy eyeballs.

"Yes, I really don't know who you mean."

"Yes, forget it" said Salsa.

"If, say? Who do you mean my fiancee?" jolt Zidan who was getting curious.

"Did he tell you?" ask Zidan again.

"I-yes," Salsa replied softly.

Zidan let out a big sigh, putting down to the two spoons he held.

"Yes that was, two years ago, before he was in a relationship with my best friend" Zidan started telling stories.

"Are you really sad at that time?" Salsa interrupted quickly, looking at Zidan's face which suddenly turned sad.

"No. In fact, I am now happy, because I know the rottenness," said Zidan with a smile.

"The answer is serious Om, when people break up happy relationships," Salsa murmured to see Zidan smiling.

"I'm serious," Zidan confirmed his serious face.

Salsa turned the lazy eyeball looking at Zidan's contrived face.

"Actually, he was a friend of mine as a child, but Papa's spirit made a bet on me with him, because at that time Papa wanted me to immediately have a partner. I obeyed my will, because I didn't want to disappoint him." Zidan recounted.

"But Om seems to be friendly with him," wailed the original Salsa.

"Masra?" Zidan's forehead wrinkled seven.

"Yes, I saw a picture of Om sleeping with him again. What is not a friendly couple," Salsa said as she threw the spoon onto her empty plate.

"I didn't even know that, when I was given a large dose of sleeping pills. When I woke up, I was in the Missions. But said Raka, she did find and take me from the hotel" Zidan explained.

"Like her she loves Om so much. Why did Om not come back with him" said Salsa, who had lowered her head.

Zidan stood up from his seat, walking closer to Salsa who was already lowered. Then he took Salsa's hand so that his wife would stand up.

Salsa according to him also stood up, with a heartbeat that is not normal anymore.

"Salsabila. I'm sorry if all this time I made you uncomfortable. I'm sorry all this time I've always said loud and rude to you." Zidan paused his words, looking at Salsa who was bowing her head in front of him.

Zidan let go of Salsa's hand, and he took out a small box from his pocket and opened it. There was a ring, with a diamond in the middle.

Zidan took the ring out of the box, grabbed back one hand of Salsa with both of his hands, he put the ring on Salsa's ring finger.

Salsa stared at his finger then looked at the face of Zidan who was on top of his head with haru.

Zidan again grabbed Salsa's hands, their positions were now facing each other with eyes looking at each other.

"Salsabila," Zidan sighed deeply before continuing his sentence.

"Salsabila, you listen carefully! I will only say this once, and it will be forever. I'm not a romantic person, I can't express what I feel with beautiful words, I'll just say, I'll never let go of you, until anytime! And you, will only look at my face until old." said Zidan who directly in the arms of Salsa who can no longer hold back the feeling.

"I also don't want to split with Om," she said in Zidan's hand.

"Hais, why is he still calling me Om," Zidan's inner snorting in annoyance.

Zidan broke Salsa's embrace.

"When can I ask for one thing?" ask Zidan.

Salsa nodded quickly.

"Please don't call me Om" said Zidan, staring fixedly at Salsa, as well as Salsa staring at her.

"Why? Om has never bothered her." asked Salsa plainly

"It's up to you to call me what, but apart from Om,"