Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Don't sleep yet!

The car that Zidan was driving now arrived at the Mension yard. After turning off the car engine, he went down followed by Salsa who also came down. Salsa entered the Mension. While Zidan was still staring at one foreign car parked in the courtyard of his Missions. He waved to the guard.

Salsa who was already inside, saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the main hall sofa as well as a middle-aged man standing firmly not far from the sofa.

While walking slowly Salsa smiled awkwardly at the middle-aged woman who still looked very beautiful.

The middle-aged woman then walked over to Salsa who walked slowly past her.

Who's this aunt? why does he see me like that? salsa asked.

"Who's your name, son?" asked the middle-aged woman staring at Salsa who was still wearing her gray white uniform.

Zidan's anger peaked, after asking the security guard who owned the luxury car, which was parked in his mension yard.

Zidan walked with wide steps into the mension. In the main room, he saw Salsa and a middle-aged woman he recognized, sitting on one sofa, chatting like they were already very familiar.

"Given!!" there was a baritone voice, which made Salsa and the middle-aged woman turn to the source of the voice.

With an angry look Zidan walked up to the two women of different ages.

Zidan pulled the rough hand of his wife, making Salsa's body forced to stand up from her seat.

"Get in your room now!" Zidan's firm voice that shook made Salsa not dare to refute her. Salsa looked at the middle-aged woman like asking her permission before she stepped away.

The middle-aged woman looked at Zidan with teary eyes.

"Zi," she shrieked as she reached out to her two hands about to caress Zidan's face.

Zidan brushed off the middle-aged woman's hand, then stepped his foot out. Not long after he reentered, he followed two of his Missions guards behind.

"They're right now from here!" zidan's firm word to the two men.

The words that Zidan uttered made the middle-aged woman's inner wound even more profound.

"Zi...! Pardon mama Nak," the middle-aged woman's cry broke out which grew louder and louder.

"Stop calling me Son, because I'm not your son!" Zidan's voice sounded loudly accompanied by his trembling lips.

"Hiks... Hix...Hix.... "

Zidan's impact made the beak woman's cry even more so.

"Both of you, why remain silent! Get them out of here, quick!" zidan shouted loudly until his voice was almost heard in every corner of the Missions.

Prak! Prak! Prak!

Zidan throws and hits whatever objects are in the main room with his hands.

The noise from the main room made the two guards just stand still in fear.

"Stop Zi! Please stop Zi!" the middle-aged woman's moans. The sound of his cries getting louder was heard accompanying the sound of the items Zidan threw on the floor.

"Go y'all.......! Perg from here.....!"

Prahaang!

"Babe.....! Salsa suddenly ran over and hugged Zidan's body from behind. She could feel her husband's body shaking violently, the muscles in her stomach were blooming. From his fingertips, Salsa also saw a red liquid dripping onto the floor.

"Make them go Sabila! Tell them to go!" zidan said with a body and a voice that shook violently.

Salsa let go of her hand that hugged Zidan's body. Slowly he walked up to the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman wiped her tears with a handkerchief and hugged Salsa's body before leaving.

"Alfred, we're leaving now!" said the middle-aged woman to the man who had only been standing straight with no expression.

After the middle-aged woman left. Salsa first took Zidan to sit on the sofa of the room, gave him a glass of water, then asked Marni to bring him a box of P3K.

Salsa cleaned the wound in the area of Zidan's finger due to broken glass. He treated the wound and placed the plaster there.

**

The evening mension Zidan.

In the room, Salsa sits at a desk studying for her schoolwork. While Zidan just sat leaning on the bed while playing a mobile phone.

Since the incident this afternoon they have been quiet. Salsa was afraid to ask more about the middle-aged woman who had come earlier. Fear of her husband returning emotions.

Salsa was indeed acquainted and a little story with the middle-aged woman he knew was the biological mother of his Husband.but only briefly, after that Zidan came and told him to go into the room.

Salsa has now finished her schoolwork. He walked over to the bed that Zidan was already there. Salsa climbed into the bed and pulled the blanket over her chest to prepare for sleep.

Zidan watched Salsa from the corner of his eye, he saw Salsa lying on her back beside him.

Zidan then put his cell phone on the nightstand and shifted his body closer to Salsa, he lay sideways wrapped one leg in the lower body of Salsa, he lay down with a sideways position, he also wrapped his burly hand over Salsa's belly.

"Ihhhh....! Mas, heavy tau," salsa wriggled her body, brushed off Zidan's legs and hands that were on top of her body.

"Don't sleep before I go to sleep" said Zidan.

Salsa tilted her body facing her husband while looking at his face attached to a frown.

"Don't look at me like that!" Zidan closed Salsa's eyes with one of his palms.

"Once Mas is strange, I have to wait for Mas to sleep first," said Salsa while holding the hand of Zidan who closed his eyes earlier.

"Yes because if you're asleep, your snoring is too noisy" Zidan said.

"Ihhh, where I sleep snoring," Salsa snorted as she shook Zidan's hand.

"Sleep fast, I'm sleepy" Salsa said.

"How can I sleep? If the one below wakes up," said Zidan.

Salsa looked at Zidan with a frown. Slowly her eyeballs dropped down looking at the bulge under her husband's flat stomach that was already upright standing.

His eyeballs looked back at Zidan's hardened face.

"Yes, quickly I was drowsy," said Salsa accompanied by cheeks that have been blushing. Zidan cheered happily in his heart before starting to put his little sister to bed.