Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Come home with me now!

"Where's my wife?" Zidan stared intently at the middle-aged woman sitting in front of him. Maria immediately stood up with teary eyes, slowly moving closer to Zidan.

"Sorry..." His sentence paused when he saw two of his guards walking over.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we didn't find Miss Salsa in the toilet" the bodyguard said with his head bowed.

Zidan walked over to him. Then gripped the collar of the neck of the bodyguard who spoke earlier.

"What did you say?" Zidan stared at her sharply, then threw the body of the bodyguard onto the floor. He turned his body back to Mary with a frightening look.

"Zi, I'm sorry Mama, son," The very graceful middle-aged woman could no longer hold back the tears that had been welling up in her eyeballs.

Don't know why? Zidan's heart melted when he saw the tears of regret the middle-aged woman who had given birth to him, but he also could not immediately erase the hatred in his heart that had been growing rooted.

Zidan turned his gaze away from Mary who had been crying.

"How could my wife have gone missing with this many escorts" Zidan stared at the one by one Maria's guards standing there.

"It's not their fault Zi, it's Mama's fault. Mama should have accompanied him to the toilet, "sorry Mary spilled all wrongs on herself.

"I'm sorry Mama Zi, because Mama is the one who has neglected to look after your wife," said Maria again heard

"**** up!" snapped Zidan.

Raka who had just arrived at the location of the spring ran over to Zidan who was standing between Maria and her guards.

"Boss, the location of Mrs Salsa's phone is still around here, we should immediately look for it" said Raka gave advice.

Zidan turned to look at Raka who was standing not far from him, he nodded his head in agreement with the advice given by Raka. Then walked away leaving Maria and her bodyguards still standing there. Zidan stepped towards the toilet where the bodyguards were looking for her. While Raka walked looking for Salsa to the second floor of the building.

Not far from the toilet, Herman smothered Salsa's mouth behind a large pole on the ground floor of the four-story building, until when Maria's bodyguards followed, Salsa could not speak a word, because her mouth was tightly sealed by Herman.

After making sure Maria's bodyguards were gone, Herman released his hand which smothered Salsa's mouth. But one hand he used held Salsa's wrist firmly.

Salsa breathed in the air so greedily as Herman's hand slipped out of his mouth.

"Let's go, Om, what do you want?" Salsa rebelled trying to release Herman's hand that was holding her wrist.

"I want money! Give me the money now" replied Herman, holding one hand.

"I have money! Even if there was I wouldn't give it to him, either" Salsa snapped at Herman.

"Your mouth is very biadap now huh? There has been no courtesy to parents since marrying the rich man" Herman replied, gripping Salsa's cheeks with one hand.

Salsa tried to let go of Herman's hand on her cheek.

"Old man? You feel old man? Do you feel worthy of respect? If you want money, why not work? Aren't you ashamed to rely on a woman, squeeze her sweat for you to scatter at the gambling table? Now that you ask me for money, you're a very disgusting man" Salsa said.

"Your fucking son! Dare you insult me!" jolt Herman who started to get emotional.

"Why? Are you feeling embarrassed, huh!" Salsa kept challenging him.

Back Herman's hand was about to clutch Salsa's cheek, but the reflex movement of Salsa's leg suddenly swung right at Herman's vitals.

Herman instantly let go of his hand grip on Salsa's wrist.

He crouched down and stood up again while his hands held his vital tool to endure the pain.

The opportunity was not in vain Salsa, he immediately ran away leaving Herman who was still grimacing to endure the pain due to a reflex kick from his right leg.

"Fuckin' kid, don't run you!" Herman's face was red, enduring his pain and anger at Salsa. He immediately chased after Salsa with both hands still holding her vitals.

Salsa screamed as Herman managed to catch up and re-smouldered his mouth. He leaned Salsa's body against the wall.

Zidan who had heard Salsa's cry quickly ran to the source of the sound.

"Now where are you going to run? Huh! You give me money or...." Herman grinned as he looked at the ring attached to Salsa's finger.

"I won't give you anything" Salsa said without fear.

"Give me the ring, quick!" Herman held out one hand.

"No! Don't expect you," Salsa refused.

"Looks like you need me to teach you a lesson first, just want to obey my will," Herman raised one hand up to slap Salsa.

Pock

The hand of Herman who was about to hit Salsa was caught by Zidan who had just arrived.

"How dare you beat my wife?" zidan said with a trembling voice. He twisted Herman's hand, until the sound of bones shifting.

Crutches, crutches. 

"Awh's....Sick..... Forgive me.... Forgive me," roared Herman in pain.

Zidan threw out Herman's already drooping hand.

"Aw sick.... Sick..." cried Herman in pain.

Salsa, who had covered her face and eyes with both palms as Herman was about to hit her, slowly pushed away her palm that covered her face when she heard Zidan's voice there.

"Mas," the still frightened Salsa hugged Zidan's body tightly.

Zidan could feel Salsa's current fear, he also heard his wife's disordered breathing.

"Let's relax! Mas is here," Zidan rubbed the top of his head, trying to calm down.

"Mas let's go home," pinta Salsa who was still hugging her.

"Yes, we go home now," Zidan brought Salsa from there, letting Herman who was still roaring in pain.

***

Outside, Maria still cries, regretting her negligence and making Salsa disappear, causing Zidan to return to anger.

"Ma...?" The sound of Salsa's new voice appearing with Zidan from the direction of the toilet made Maria's eyes sparkle again.

"Darling...?" Maria ran up to him and hugged Salsa's body tightly.

Zidan who was standing beside Salsa pulled his hand to get out of there.

"Hurry up! We go home now" said Zidan, drawing Salsa's hand.

"But Mas, I want to go home with Mama," Salsa tried to beg while squeezing the clothes she was wearing at this time.

"No! Come home with me now! Or you'll never let me out again!" zidan said firmly.

Salsa with her pouting face, looked at Maria who was standing beside her.