Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Stomach ache

After they let go of each other's pleasures, Zidan and Salsa took a bath together. Then they ate lunch, after calling Marni back, who had come while they were being loving. Precisely not lunch, but lunch because the time has been pointed at half five.

After eating, Salsa went downstairs to pick up her school bag left in the car. Salsa picks up her phone, and sees some missed calls from Zidan and Santi.

"Why did Santi call me this much? Is there anything important?"

Salsa stepped on her legs manaiki the stairs while bringing her phone closer in the ear calling Santi.

"Ehh, where are you Sa, I've called dozens of times but you don't pick up," said Santi when their phone connection was just connected.

"He he he, sorry San I don't know you called, because the ringtone of his phone I put down," Salsa replied to give an excuse.

"You know Sa? it was at school. The Rendi made me, ask for your cell phone number!" said Santi.

"Trus you love me?" ask Salsa.

"Yes, I just don't have the same heart as him. Poor him Sa, like he really likes you. mending you just tell him, if you are married. Let him move on" replied Santi.

"Yes, I'll tell him later" Salsa replied.

"That dong, who knows he can open his heart to me. He he he" said Santi.

"Ihhh, base wanjen," ledek Salsa.

"Biarin.." reply Santi.

"Oh yeah Sa, how's your drama preparation?" ask Santi.

Ouch...... I forgot to tell this to the inner Salsa.

"San, yes, I'll call again" he said and ended his phone call.

Salsa was in the room. But he didn't see Zidan there. He had also been looking for Zidan in his study, but still there was none.

'Feelings earlier mas, still in the room when I went down to take the bag. If I go out I'll see it. But why is he not there now, where did he go?' her inner.

Salsa, who was still holding her phone in hand, finally tried to call Zidan.

"Where the hell is it?" salsa asked when her phone line was connected.

"What's wrong?" reply Zidan who also asked.

"Hh, Mom! Where am I now? answer is not what? but the answer is now where!" salsa was getting upset.

"Yes, I'm on the rooftop, do you want to come here?" ask Zidan.

"You, mas?" quick reply Salsa.

"Go to the third floor" said Zidan.

Salsa walked up the stairs to the third floor. He used to mamang once with Marni to ride on the floor of the building.

"Babe.....! Oh........! Where's mas?" shouted Salsa who had arrived on the third floor he circulated his gaze in all directions.

Zidan emerged from the stairs located in the corner of the room.

Salsa walked closer to Zidan.

"Why is it here? From now on I'm looking for nothing to see, know it's crammed here," said Salsa ketus when he was near Zidan.

Zidan just looked at his wife's annoyed face with a frown.

"Come here" said Zidan as he walked up the stairs.

Salsa stood still below. Zidan stopped his steps, which were only a few steps away. He saw Salsa standing still.

"When you are, why?" ask Zidan who is still standing on the stairs.

Salsa looked at Zidan as she spread her hands forward.

"Heis, troublesome!" zidan's grunt, like knowing what he wanted to do, he went down again. Then crouch down right in front of Salsa.

Salsa held both hands around Zidan's neck from behind. Then Zidan stood up and locked onto Salsa's body by wrapping his hands behind his back.

"Weight is it?" salsa asked, as Zidan had already begun to climb the stairs.

"If you are not sincere, mending mas down right again me down," said Salsa ketus.

Zidan did not answer, he continued to walk up the stairs.

Salsa's eyes widened as Zidan's steps reached the highest peak of his mension. Almost all locations there are grown green plants that are neatly arranged. The floor is also covered with thick green grass,

'Mas, this is beautiful mas," said Salsa with sparkling eyes.

Slowly Zidan lowered the body of Salsa, who was on his back.

Zidan walked to the corner of Rooftop, where there was a chair arranged with a transparent roof on top. While Salsa was still walking in the other direction looking in awe at the scenery up there.

Salsa walked up to Zidan who was already sitting looking straight ahead, like he was thinking something.

"Mas..," Salsa called out to her husband, smiling sweetly at him.

Zidan turned to look at Salsa who was standing beside him.

"Sit is Sabila" Zidan pointed to the chair in front of him.

"Mas why?" salsa asked as she sat in front of Zidan.

"There's nothing" Zidan replied briefly.

"Mas, I was appointed by the teacher to participate in the drama, when it was mas said I could come." Salsa tried to explain

"You can't come along" replied Zidan who directly interrupted his wife's speech.

"But mas....?"

"But what? Do you want to come because there's a boy friend of yours!" cut Zidan up a little.

"That's not it.." argued Salsa.

"Then what?" sergeant Zidan.

"Yeah, listen to me first! I did not know what reason to give Master to guide," said Salsa.

"Tomorrow I will come to your school" Zidan replied, turning his gaze in another direction.

"What do you want to come to school for?" salsa panicked.

But Zidan did not answer, he just kept silent without seeing Salsa.

"Mas don't tell me we're married..."

"Why? Are you ashamed, if your friends find out?" zidan asked with a sharp look at Salsa.

"Mas can't do it, listen to me talk first," Salsa felt upset herself, then turned her back to Zidan.

'Eish, why is he so angry? Did I say the wrong thing?' murmured Zidan in the heart.

Some of their jokes were silent, Salsa who was still upset, floated her gaze in the other direction. Zidan watched his wife's face from the side.

"Ohh... My stomach hurts, Sabila," Zidan grimaced as he held his stomach.

But Salsa who was still upset just looked at her husband with the corner of her eyes.

Zidan was whimpering in more pain by squeezing his stomach.

"When my stomach hurts. Ouch.." ringis Zidan with a grimacing face endured the pain.

"Mas, don't joke around" said Salsa, who was upset without seeing Zidan.

But there was no more Zidan's voice whimpering in pain. Salsa then turned to look at Zidan who was sitting leaning with his head looking up with his eyes closed, and his hands stretched limp down.

"Mas," Salsa rose from her seat approaching Zidan with an anxious face.

"Mas, wake up mas. mas wake up," Salsa grabbed both of Zidan's cheeks with teary eyes. But there was no response from Zidan's body, his eyes were still closed.

"Mas, wake up, wake up," she said with tears streaming down her cheeks.