Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Go to Mall

All the food that the waiter brought was now just empty plates.

"Alhamdulilah be full," Salsa muttered in thanksgiving.

Then he packed the empty plates, reassembling them in trays. Then, he brought a tray containing dirty dishes to the kitchen, and he would also clean it himself, because he was used to doing that while still living in his mother's house.

"What are you doing!"  jolt Zidan when he saw Salsa coming down the stairs carrying dirty dishes.

Hearing that voice Salsa's body trembled in fear, just as the tray in her hand was falling.

Zidan ran up to Salsa who was standing on the stairs.

"Who told you to bring all this?" asked Zidan who was already standing in front of Salsa.

"Ti-no Om," said Salsa with a bowed face.

"Miss, why didn't you call us?" said the chief servant named Marni, then Marni took the tray from Salsa's hand.

"Did you tell her to!" jak Zidan stared at Marni.

"No sir, I have nothing to tell the lady to do all this" replied Marni in fear.

"Heis! Already, go into your room," said Zidan because he saw Salsa's body trembling in fear.

Salsa turned around, then immediately ran up the stairs.

"Heists... That girl, always makes my emotions go up," Zidan grumbled along with a big sigh.

Salsa, who was already in the room, immediately threw her body on the sofa, her head resting on the back of the sofa.

'Is he not able to speak well? Why do you always yell at me? Huh, so rude," he muttered looking at the ceiling.

"Astenghah! I forgot to. What about Santi, he must be very worried about me right now? Duh, how's this?" Salsa patted her own eel.

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"Excuse me, lady, you ask the lady to come down" said Marni from outside the room.

"Yes, Bi," Salsa said briefly and then stepped out. Salsa walked down the stairs following Marni.

Now that Salsa was on the ground floor, slowly his feet stepped closer to Zidan who was sitting on the sofa on his back, from behind Salsa could see Zidan whose finger was engrossed in playing on the mobile screen. right beside Zidan, Salsa let out a big sigh before she started talking.

His taste he needed more oxygen supply before talking to this cold man who was beside him.

"Om," Call Salsa slowly.

Zidan closed his phone screen and then looked back.

"Go with Raka, and take this," Zidan ordered, handing Salsa a black card.

Salsa slightly raised her face looking at Zidan who held out a card to her.

"Where are you going, and what is this?" salsa asked her hand was already holding the card.

"Just go and stop asking" Zidan jolted.

Salsa's face bowed with her eyes began to look glassy.

"Let's miss," asked Raka who was already beside her.

Dengan wajah tertunduk Salsa berbalik badan lalu mulai menyeret kaki nya mengikuti Raka.

"Please Miss" said Raka, opening the car door for Salsa.

Sekilas Salsa melirik laki laki ber wajah dingin itu sebelum masuk ke dalam mobil.

Raka's car has driven far away from Zidan's mension without Salsa realizing Raka continues to pay attention to her from the rearview mirror,

"Is Miss okay?" finally, Raka asked herself to break the silence between them.

Salsa nodded weakly.

"Well, that's right,"

Then the mood was quiet again. Salsa was not the least bit interested in telling stories with Raka. according to her, Raka and Zidan were the same, both cold and fierce.

"Did miss know? Where are we going now?" ask Raka again.

Salsa shook her head weakly, her eyes staring at the scene outside from behind the glass.

The car is now starting to run slowly, entering the parking lot of a Mall. Salsa was silent, her eyes still looking out. Actually Salsa's heart was very happy, when at first glance saw the high building of the shopping center.

This is the first time he has set foot in the mall.

"Let's down, miss, we've arrived" said Raka who had released her seltbelt. Raka immediately went out around the left side of the car, opening the door for Salsa.

After opening the seatbelt, Salsa got out of the car.

They are the same as entering the Mall.

Salsa had just realized that she was still wearing her school uniform when she saw the reflection of a glass.

"Hmm, brother. Erroneous, Om!" call Salsa in doubt

"Call Mr. de course Miss," Raka replied making salsa laugh loosely.

Raka also laughed a little.

"Ha ha ha. Means Salsa is now the same way pakde pakde dong," he chuckled while laughing.

"From the same street om-om," Raka said.

"Huhf," snorted Salsa.

"Here you go, I want to call you brother," said Salsa.

"Tersarah miss, call the comfortable.as long as not in front of the Boss," replied Raka.

"Yeeee....... Where to connect brothers," protest Salsa.

"Abang, just call him Salsa, I will call Brother, so now you are my brother, I am your sister" Salsa explained.

"Alright," said Raka, not wanting to argue.

"Abaaaang," said Salsa seducing her with a spoiled voice.

Raka raised one of her eyebrows suspiciously.

Salsa chuckled slightly seeing Raka's expression.

"Abaa.... Buy Salsa one shirt, okay? About him I'm uncomfortable wearing this uniform," said his spoiled saraya unite his two palms forward.

"Buy it, miss will have it," Raka pointed at Salsa's pocket.

Salsa grabbed her pocket, took out the black card that Zidan had given her.

"This..?" salsa asked unconvinced, paying attention to the black card.

"Why? Didn't believe? just try to grab one of the clothes there and then give this card to the cashier," Raka pointed to one clothing store in front of them.

"No, I'll tell them I'm a thief" Salsa shook her head.

"No Miss, trust me" Raka assured.

Doubtful at last Salsa did also what in order Raka. take one yellow hodie shirt, with the cheapest price tag, then bring it to the cashier, then take it to the cashier, and, like Raka said.

After successfully paying with a hit card in his hand, with a smile that expands, Salsa walked with a step to approach Raka, Raka, carrying a hodie shirt that he just bought using a black card given by Zidan.

"How's Miss?" ask Raka.

Salsa nodded with a big smile.

"Bos Zidan did tell the lady to buy whatever the lady likes here" Raka explained.

"I told you not to call miss" Salsa clasped her hands on her chest, then turned her body to the side.

"alright-Well. Salsa!" said Raka pasrah.

"Now where have we gone before, no-eh Salsa," asked Raka.

"I want to buy a school uniform first, but, can I buy one for my best friend?" Ask Salsa.

"That's what I said to boss Zidan, I'm here to accompany you" replied Raka.

"No, I want to buy it for myself" Salsa replied.

"Why? Are you scared?" sindir Raka's.

Salsa nodded weakly.

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Meanwhile at the Zidan Missions.

The cry of Niken filled the Missions.

"Honey...... Honey......... Honey...." The scream echoed in the mension, Marni staggered closer to her, and,

"Sorry Miss, you're not here" Marni said

"I know you're lying. Call him now!" niken snapped at the waiter

"Gentlemen are busy Miss, you better call Miss, sir, so you want to come here" said Marni.

Niken pulled out the phone from her bag, and then tried to call Zidan's phone number.

"Damn!"  umpat Niken, who had contacted zidan's cell phone several times but never connected.

"Ooo.... Alright Zi. You deliberately avoided me. Let's see it later," muttered Niken with a sly smile.