Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Schoolwork

Jemari Salsa continues to play fine hair on the chest of her husband's field. Zidan looked up his face while moaning to hold back the sensation of Salsa fingers playing on his chest. His eyes are also closed along with a slightly gaping mouth.

"Law... Darling...."

Salsa looked up at her husband who was grim as he enjoyed the touch of his fingers.

"Don't, what the hell! Come on, let's have lunch, "Salsa then got up, walked out of the room leaving Zidan who was still quietly fixated holding something turbulent in his body.

"Hey, why did he leave? Not that she also wanted it," her mind while rubbing her hair rough then ran after Salsa who had already walked out.

Outside, Salsa sat on the main living room sofa while opening a new leptop Zidan bought for her. Zidan walked over to sit next to her. He also leaned his face around the neck of Salsa.

"He's not hungry yet, let's go to the room again" whispered Zidan in his wife's ear.

"Iiii, mas sana iiih," Salsa refused the face of Zidan who had already kissed her neck.

"Mas, this is how to turn on the leptop?" after removing Zidan's face.

"Let's love, now Mas again want to," his his hiss that keeps trying to bring his lips closer to Salsa's neck.

"What client?" Salsa lifted her eyes to look at Zidan.

"Yes, that's what it is" Zidane pointed to Salsa's chest.

"Mas! It's still daylight?" Salsa looked left and right, afraid that if anyone heard their conversation.

"So why did you wipe the chest of the mas, now you have to take responsibility because you have made mas-,"

"What responsibility? Just the perverted mind, that was I just wanted to feel it," replied Salsa no less fierce.

Because he did not get what he wanted, Zidan then shifted his seat away from Salsa and then pulled out his phone.

"Mas, mas. later at the farewell event I can yes invite mama Maria," pinta Salsa while holding Zidan's arm.

Zidan did not answer his fingers and his eyes were busy sliding and looking at the screen of his phone

"Mas...," Salsa whined while shaking Zidan's arm.

"Hhhm," Zidan responded without turning his head.

"Can't you?" Salsa kept whining.

"Why do you go with him" Zidan said without turning his eyes on the phone screen.

"So I go with who dong is, right at the farewell event the parents must be present,"

"You've got a husband, why don't you take your husband?" reply Zidan who saw Salsa from the corner of his eye.

"Damn. Anyway I want her to go with Mama Maria. Dot," his ketus while stepping into the room.

Zidan turned his head to look at his wife who was walking into the room by stomping her feet violently.

"Why is he angry? Shouldn't it be me?"

Zidan growled resentfully as Saraya ruffled her own hair. Inevitably he had to give in, persuading his wife, because his wife had not had lunch and taken medicine.

Cleks. Cleks. Cleks.

Zidan turned the doorknob but could not open it.

"Damn it. Why did he lock it!"

Zidan then knocks on the door of his room, asking Salsa to open. But Zidan repeatedly did it, the door still has not been opened Salaa.

Zidan let out a long sigh, gathering his patience.

"Honey, open the door first,"

The words Zidan spoke repeatedly persuaded his wife.

Zidan yelled out to Marni from where she was standing, to ask for a spare key.

Chequelek

"What's up, sir,"

The door opened along with Marni coming from behind. While Salsa after opening the door he went back into the room.

Zidan follows Salsa into the room and closes the door, leaving Marni standing outside.

"Honey," he called as he walked closer to Salsa.

Zidan stood in front of Salsa sitting on the edge of the bed with a pouting face, while staring at her fingers twisting her own clothes.

"OK, okay. It's up to you to go with whom" Zidan said.

Salsa raised her face looking at Zidan while smiling.

"True yes mas, I can go with mama Maria," he said excitedly.

"Yes" Zidan replied briefly without expression.

"Thank you, my dear," she said as she stood and hugged her husband's body.

"Now have lunch and take your medicine" Zidan ordered.

"Let's have lunch, I'm hungry too" Salsa then took Zidan's hand and walked out of the room.

"Ready lunch" Zidan told Marni, who was still standing by the door.

**

At night Salsa called her old cell phone number on Santi. One call Santi did not answer.

"Where the hell is that kid?" her grous.

Then he made a second call.

"Hello, who is this?" ask Santi when the phone line is connected.

"It's Salsa, '" Salsa said.

"I guess who it was, because there was no name," replied Santi.

"This is my new number, San," said Salsa.

"New number, new phone again?"

"Yes new to my husband's buyin" Salsa replied proudly as she looked at Zidan's back sitting staring at the leptop screen.

"Don't you smell, someone's in love?" ledek.

Salsa only blushed in embarrassment at the words of her best friend.

"Don't talk about it, I'd like to ask you a lesson at school earlier,"

"Eh, not your boss's man has asked the teachers, to send your assignments via e-mail," replied Santi.

"What do you mean, San?" ask Salsa who doesn't understand.

"Yes, your duties have been sent by the teacher via e-mail," replied Santi.

"Ooo, that's San," replied Salsa.

"Yes, listen to that. Oh yeah Sa, what are you sick of?" ask Santi.

Salsa thought for a moment, confused as to what to answer.

"C, Sa. Why are you quiet?"

"I-yes San," he said.

"I'm just what are you sick with? Or don't don't? Are you pregnant?" Santi.

"Don't you fuck San, I want to do schoolwork first" Salsa then disconnected her phone.

After that he walked up to Zidan, about to ask about his schoolwork.

"Mas, you're busy?" ask her while wrapping both hands around Zidan's neck from behind.

His eyes also noticed Zidan's leptop screen.

"Lhooo, that's my schoolwork, '" he said after seeing Zidan's leptop screen containing his school lessons.

"Yes this is your schoolwork, and ask the teacher to send you an e-mail, mas" replied Zidan flatly.

"Iiih, it's my schoolwork, why it's sent to the e-mail mas," he said.

"Did you have an e-mail?" ask Zidan.

Salsa just kept silent while shaking her head even though Zidan was not looking.

"But it's my schoolwork, mas" He kept whining.

"It's been all work, now let's go to sleep," Zidan replied as he stood up from his seat after closing the leptop.

"Why did the work, it was my schoolwork, what if the answer I made was all wrong,"

"Heis! Do you not know, if your husband was a student who excels in any academic field," said Zidan proud himself.

Salsa rolled her eyes lazily.

"Take a look if your answer is wrong" he threatened.

"None will be wrong" Zidan said confidently.

***

Zidan, who had just returned from the bathroom, approached Salsa, who was lying on the bed.

"Darling, let's continue this afternoon," he whispered, who was now lying in bed and immediately hugged Salsa's body.

Salsa did not answer, but resigned when Zidan kissed his neck.