Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Hope not allowed.

Zidan pointed one palm at the woman. The bodyguard who opened the door earlier, without the command immediately held the hand of the woman who was about to hug Zidan.

"Take me off, let me go, you son of a bitch!" the woman rebelled.

"What are you doing Zi.....?"

"Have you forgotten your old papa's message.....?" continue the woman.

"Stop! don't you ever link all your mistakes to my papa's will. Didn't I do everything before? you're saying now, what have I never given you?" snapped Zidan with a fiery fury, the lightning of his eyes kind of stared at the woman standing in front of him.

"Your heart and body Zi! That's what you never gave me" the woman said honestly with teary eyes.

"Stop all this crap, Niken! You even know I'll never break my promise? But why did you destroy all of it? You're playing behind my back with my own best friend!" zidan's jolt with his chest getting up and down, the lightning of his eyes also looks sharp piercing.

"At that time I was khilaf Zi. Hiks, hiks, please give me one more chance, Zi. I'm sorry, I'm gonna change everything," she said.

"The Khilaf? Ha ha ha ha ha. You even did that many times, that's what you call a khilaf? You don't think I know what you're doing, Niken?" Zidan spoke with high emotion.

Niken was just crying.

"I'm sorry Zi. Hiks, hiks, I'm sorry, hiks," she shrieked in between sobs.

"I'm sorry? You said sorry? What was lacking in this opportunity I gave? If it wasn't for the message from my papa's spirit, maybe your fate would have been the same as that bastard's!"

"Zi, I beg you, Zi. Hiks, hiks, give me one more chance,"

"Stop playing, Niken! I'm not here to listen to that!" zidan's jolt accompanied by his index finger pointed right at the face of the woman Niken.

Instantly the woman was silent, her body stiffened, her face pale with fear.At the sight of Zidan already holding a cutter knife.

"What are you proud of yourself, Niken? Do you feel beautiful? Or do you feel like your body is too sexy?" ask Zidan while bringing the cutter knife closer to Niken's face.

"Zi, don't do that to me, Zi. I beg you, Zi! I promise I won't bother you anymore, Zi, nor will I bother your wife, Zi," said Niken.

"Wow! You're really great, Niken! You even know I'm married? Do you know who my wife is too? Though no one else knows but my people" Zidan said, applauding.

Niken is getting scared seeing Zidan's scary grin.

"Zi, I'm sorry. You know, in this world I have no one but you, Zi. You better just kill me now Zi, torment, torment. Kill me Zi, if it makes you forgive me, torment, torment,"

"Shit!" Zidan threw the cutter knife on the floor, then stepped his foot away from there.

* * *

The Salsa school

That morning all the twelfth graders were gathered in the ceremonial field, because there was an important announcement to be made by the school. Related to the farewell event of the twelfth grade students who will be carried out in a few days.

The supervising teacher who will oversee the course of his farewell event, named Nurmaini's mother. He conveyed some of the events that will be shown later when the farewell event arrives, one of which is the art stage. He also mentioned some names of students who will be involved in the event as actors and the organizing committee.

After delivering the announcement, the students were disbanded to enter their respective classes in an orderly manner. Except for the students who have been mentioned by name by Ibu Nurmaini, in order to stay to discuss further what events will be in the show.

"Where is San? I don't want to be involved in such an event. Why the hell, Ibu Nurmaini pointed me to be one of his exhibitions," complained Salsa complained to her best friend when all the students had dispersed.

"Hhh, why are you angry with me, not me who chose you?" reply Santi sewot.

"You're the San who replaced me, please! You want to, San?" Salsa put her palms together, pleading with Santi.

"Ihhh, how could it be like that! I don't want to either, I'd rather be a spectator" Santi replied with a grin.

"What do I need to do now?" salsa asked for her best friend's solution.

"Yes, you said the same teacher, don't be with me" Santi replied casually.

"Let's just say your mother won't allow you to attend the event" replied Santi still relaxed.

"I don't want to lie with my mother's name" Salsa replied.

"Hmmm..... If you don't just say your family doesn't allow it, that's right! Your man has not allowed to attend this event," said Santi.

Salsa was silent for a moment thinking about something.

"Woi...... Quickly tell Bu Nurma, don't even sting," Santi patted Salsa on the shoulder until she shook in shock.

"Isha! You are, make me hang" Salsa murmured while holding her chest, which was almost dislodged.

"Well, go there. I want to go to class first," Santi said then waltzed away.

"Wait San!"

"Salsa though?" Santi stopped his steps, with his body still turned to Salsa.

"San, accompany me, yes. Please!" please nya.

"But, before you say that to Ms. Nurma, you better say it first to your man. If he doesn't allow it better, that could be your reason, but if he allows you there's no reason to refuse the role anymore" Santi said.

"Quick! Call your man now!"

Salsa took her cell phone out of the bag and called Zidan.

"What's wrong?" sahut Zidan when his phone connection is connected.

"Mas, at school to hold a farewell event, I was appointed as one that will be an exhibition to perform theater arts" said Salsa.

"What's the problem then?" ask Zidan.

"Well, do I want it, do I allow it?"

"If it is for the benefit of the school I allow," replied Zidan.

"But Mas....?"

"But what?" sela Zidan cuts off Salsa's speech.

"Not so," replied Salsa resigned.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" ask Zidan.

"Nothing" replied Salsa.

Tuuuuu!

Phone connection is cut off by Zidan.

"Sa, you called your man?" santi asked, nodding her head from Salsa.

"Well! That's so friendly of your call, Sa. But, wait a minute! I just felt like there was something different about you. You did that, huh?" Santi lowered both his eyebrows.

"What the hell are you, San!" salsa with blushing cheeks.

"Ha ha ha, I'm happy, the end is soon I will have a nephew," said Santi who increasingly teased his best friend.

"Salabila.....!"