Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Nervous and afraid

"Tell me what scares you like this?" zidan asked as he held onto both cheeks of Salsa.

Salsa did not answer he just cried hugging tightly one arm zidan.

"All right, we're out of here" Zidan said, slowly offsetting Salsa's never-too-remove-hand grip on Zidan's arm.

"Today you're lucky old man" sizzled Zidan as he walked past Mr. Albert.

Mr. Albert was still standing in his place, watching Zidan and Salsa leave his master's residence.

"You're looking for Herman's disease! Lucky I haven't given you any money!" jolt mr. Albert.

Herman who still felt pain in his throat just resignedly rested on the floor.

"This useless human drag!" tell Mr. Albert to his bodyguards.

"Okay, sir," said the obedient bodyguard.

Then Herman was forced out of the shelter by a few bodyguards.

'Shit! Who's the guy? why is Albert so afraid of him. Arrgh! Failed me to be rich,"' Herman grumbled to himself.

Zidan and Salsa are now on their way to the Mension. Currently, Salsa still had not removed her handrails from Zidan's arm.

"Can't you take my hand off?" asked Zidan cynically, while glancing at Raka who had stolen a glance at them from the rearview mirror.

Slowly Salsa removed her hand from Zidan's arm, as well as shifted her sitting slightly away.

"Why didn't you do that earlier," Zidan grumbled.

"Raka, you better watch the road ahead!" jolt Zidan, because he saw Raka still watching from the rearview mirror.

"Sorry boss" said Raka.

The car that Raka drove, has now reached the luxury Missions Zidan.

Zidan immediately got out of the car, walking into his mension.

Salsa was sitting in the car.

"Miss down we have arrived" said Raka who had opened the car door beside Salsa.

"Where is this?" salsa asked as she looked up at her head looking up at the 3-story building.

"This is boss Zidan's house. Now miss come down, because I have to leave immediately," said Raka.

"Why I have to go down, I have to go home to Santi, he must be so worried about me at the moment" said Salsa.

From the direction of the door, Zidan is seen stepping out of the mension.

"Pump my car now, Raka!" zidan's orders.

"Good boss," replied Raka.

"Miss please come down, I'll leave soon" said Raka.

"Bawa saja dia kembali ke rumah si tua bangka tadi, mungkin dia betah tinggal di sana," teriak Zidan, lalu berjalan memasuki mension nya.

Hearing Zidan's words, Salsa rushed down from the car.

Raka who saw her just booed her laughter.

Salsa was standing next to the car. His gaze circulated staring at the luxurious building that was in front of him at this moment. Until without realizing it his mouth is currently gaping admiring the luxurious building in front of him.

"Miss, come on in," asked Raka who was standing right beside Salsa.

"I just want to go home to my best friend" Salsa said.

"Tell boss Zidan miss, I'm just following orders from him. Now let's go in, miss, " said Raka who immediately stepped into the mension.

Salsa was silent for a moment, slowly following Raka's steps into the mension. Buru arrived at the main door of the mension, his eyes immediately in suguhi beautiful pendangan in the mension, all luxury goods that he had never seen, now displayed neatly in front of him. He looked down, saw the floor so shiny. 'It was too dear to step on" his inner self, stepping doubtfully and very slowly once his feet stepped into the mension.

Braaks.

Salsa menabrak seseorang, ia jatuh di lantai dengan posisi terduduk.

But Salsa just kept her head down and let Zidan's hand hang just like that

"Hey, what are you doing? I just want to help." Zidan snorted in annoyance, while looking at Salsa who was still grimacing.

"Can you wake up by yourself?" asked Zidan then, before pulling out his helping hand again.

"Sick," Salsa whimpered while holding her thighs.

"Can you wake up?" zidan asked slightly.

Salsa was silent as she continued to grimace in pain. Zidan immediately lowered his head reaching for Salsa's body.

And now Salsa's body is in his bopong. Zidan stepped onto the sofa in the room and slowly lowered Salsa's body on the sofa.

"Wheel...!" zidan shouted to his assistant.

Raka and a few servants ran into the main hall, when they heard a shout echoing in the mension.

"What's the boss?" raka asked, never at all had he heard her boss's screams so loud.

"Call the doctor now!" zidan's orders snapped at him.

Raka immediately picks up the phone in her pants pocket, making a voice call on someone.

"I'm fine Om, just my thighs just a little sore, soon will be healed really," said Salsa who felt bad himself.

Salsa was still holding her thigh, because she still felt pain.

"You take care of him Raka!" snorting Zidan was annoyed, then went to step up the stairs located in the middle of the room.

"What happened, miss? What's with your thighs?" tanya Raka looked at the face of Salsa who was still grimacing.

"So I fell there," Salsa pointed to where she had fallen.

"Why did you fall, miss? Is the floor slippery?" ask Raka again.

Salsa did not answer, because indeed he did not have an answer to Raka's question. There's no way he said he fell because he hit Zidan's body?

"Try you to check the floor" Raka ordered the servants who came with her.

"Okay, sir," replied one of the servants walking over checking the state of the floor.

"The floor is okay sir, not wet and also not slippery" said one of the servants who checked the floor.

"I am wrong" Salsa said softly with a bowed face.

"It's okay, miss, don't think about it" said Raka,

It wasn't long before a male doctor came to the session.

"What happened to Mr. Zidan, Raka? ask the doctor who just came.

"Boss is okay," Raka replied casually

"Then, who's sick? Why did you tell me to come soon?" ask the doctor again.

"Bos Zidan told me to call you, if you want to protest, just protest to the boss" Raka replied.

The doctor looked at Salsa, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Who is he?" ask the doctor with one eyebrow raised.

"You ask the doctor too much, quickly check the lady's legs, before boss Zidan gets angry for hearing your silly questions," grumbled Raka.

"All right, all right," said the doctor, then he approached Salsa sitting on the sofa.

"Can you show me which part of it hurts, miss? ask the doctor while putting his briefcase on the table.

"This is the doctor" said Salsa holding one of her thighs that still hurt.

"Did the lady fall? ask the doctor again, while opening the briefcase that he put on the table.

Salsa nodded slowly. Then the doctor started to examine her.