Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Was it intentionally?

"Sa-I have to call Om what?" salsa asked, her face in front of Zidan.

"Heis, I told you, you can call me anything from Om," Zidan snorted in annoyance.

"Then you call my brother, why do you call me Om" Zidan snorted as he turned his back to Salsa.

"Abang Raka is different, he is like my own brother" Salsa said.

"Then, are you going to say I'm like your Om too!" avenged Zidan fiercely still standing on his back to Salsa.

"Bu-no, Om is the most meritorious person in my life, without Om, I don't know what's going to happen anymore" Salsa said.

"Is that all?" asked Zidan who had now turned his body, facing Salsa.

Salsa replied with a nod of her head.

"Are you not...... Are you not there----?

"Dad! Yes it is!" Zidan snorted dejectedly without continuing his words, he turned his back to Salsa.

The sea breeze that blows hard, making Salsa cold, he crossed his hands on his chest, maybe both arms alone.

"Yes..." Salsa called.

Zidan turned to face Salsa. The forehead of the owner of the Ziro Company was furrowed staring at Salsa. He leaned his face in front of Salsa, making Salsa slightly shudder in horror.

"What did you say?" hiss Zidan.

"Ta-tadi Om said not to call Om, yes I call Mas only," Salsa kept her face away from the face of Zidan who approached.

"Hais, but I'm not a Javanese" Zidan grunted as if he didn't like the call Salsa made.

"But my father was Javanese, and was a native Sundanese mother. Where do you want me to call Mas, or Aa?" Salsa offers.

"Mas Zidan, Aa Zidan, heish! Why doesn't he just call me hubby or honey, ' Zidan's mind is upset.

"It's up to you, there's nothing interesting" snorted Zidan who turned his back on Salsa.

"Om, uh Mas, I'm cold. Let's go back to the room, yuk," Salsa said.

"Is this going to be my first night?" Zidan is alone. Then turned around, looking at Salsa who was hugging her own arm.

* * *

Now they are in the room. Zidan was in the bathroom, while Salsa had wrapped her body with a blanket in the corner of the bed without changing the drees she used earlier.

"Why did I deg-deg an once," said Salsa. I don't know what's on his mind right now.

Zidan was out of the bathroom, he walked up to the bed, saw Salsa who was lying there with a blanket covering her entire body.

"Willful. Salsabila," call her. But Salsa did not.

"Hais, why is he sleeping," Zidan clucked irritably, rubbing his hair roughly.

Then Zidan threw his body on the bed, lying on his back there, occasionally he turned to look at Salsa who was on her back in a blanket.

Zidan slowly shifted his body even closer to Salsa, he pulled the edge of the blanket slightly and entered into her.

Of course Zidan's movements can be known by Salsa who is behind the blanket.

"What's he gonna do?" Salsa can only be.

Zidan who was already inside the blanket, brought his body closer to Salsa's back, one hand he slowly circled around Salsa's waist. The face he brought closer to the niche of Salsa's neck.

Salsa struggled to withstand the turmoil that spread in her body by the touch of Zidan's hand, her body getting hot-cold as Zidan's hand coiled around her waist, her chest getting up and down. Salsa's breath became increasingly tight, due to the distance Zidan's face was too close to the niche of Salsa's neck.

Can't stand the turbulent taste in his body plus the lack of oxygen in the blanket, Salsa immediately fluttered the blanket that wrapped his mother.

Aufhf...

Aufh....

Salsa inhaled and exhaled quickly and violently, when she was freed from the covering blanket.

Zidan quickly turned his back on Salsa.

"Om, uh. My mother!" salsa's jolt saw Zidan was already on his back. But Zidan did not budge at all like he had fallen asleep.

"Mas...... Don't pretend to sleep!" An upset salsa shook Zidan's body.

"Hoe...... What's up?" Zidan pretended to yawn awake while turning his body around.

"Why did that happen?" salsa Dengus.

"Yes I am sleeping! You're the one who said it, it's been night screaming" Zidan replied without opening his eyes.

"Sleep it's night, '" he continued, turning his back to Salsa.

"Didnit! Mas nyebelin," Salsa threw a ydi pillow nearby to Zidan's body.

* * *

Early in the morning, Salsa woke up from sleep, with her eyes closed, her hands fumbling on the mattress next door and her eyes instantly opened, when she did not find Zidan beside her. He circled his gaze around the corner of the room, but did not find ZidanZidan in the room.

"Mas...Mas....Mas" called him who was sitting on the bed.

Then Salsa got up, walked to the bathroom. Found the bathroom door that was still closed Salsa immediately opened it.

Chequelek

Door opens.

Salsa's eyes immediately patterned perfectly, because right in front of him at this time, Zidan stood under the shower without using a single piece of clothing. A second later Salsa turned slowly to the back, while closing both hands.

Chequek.

The door was pushed by Zidan from inside. Salsa immediately ran to the bed, threw her body there, pulling back the Blanket until it covered all her body.

Not long Zidan came out of the bathroom just wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked up to Salsa who was lying on the bed with a thick blanket wrapped around her body.

Without saying anything else, Zidan climbed into the bed, threw away the blanket that wrapped Salsa's body and carried Salsa's body.

"Lepasin Mas's.... My freelance!" Salsa jerked her body which was already in Zidan's arms.

Like a deaf man, Zidan leisurely walked into the bathroom and closed the door again before lowering Salsa's body there.

"Why would you like to do something?" salsa asked worriedly, crossing both of her hands across her chest.

Zidan stepped forward to approach Salsa.

Salsa retreated a few steps back, until her body was blocked by the bathroom wall.

"So you've seen my body here, it's my turn" Zidan said.

"No! I didn't want to, I didn't mean it, '" said Salsa, who was terrified.

"Heis! No, not intentionally but you secretly enjoyed it, right?" said Zidan cynically.

"Where is it, Mas is wrong, why not lock the door, or Mas was deliberately yes?" accuse her.

"I was on purpose!" press Zidan to allow. Then he casually opened the towel that he wrapped around his waist, then stood under the shower.