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Season 2: Best Husband

"What's this about? From the front I heard a noise."

Yoga entered the house after parking the car. From the outside, he could hear the sounds of quarrels inside. There was no one else he met except his mother.

"You just got home from work, son?" Yanti put on her sweetest smile. He walked over to his son and gave a warm hug.

"Mother if you want to come please give some news first, so that I and Citra can get ready." Yoga is not angry, only he knows for sure the presence of his mother will cause problems with his wife.

"If you said you wanted to come, how could you possibly know how dirty and lazy my daughter-in-law is?" Yanti gave a disappointed look towards her son. He did not want the son to defend his wife more than his own mother.

Yoga takes a breath. The image that always comes home first from him, must have just got angry with the mother. As a child and a husband, he always tried to be a neutral party and did not want to defend one of them. However, what he did, always ended up being the party to blame by his mother and wife.

Her mother will be angry if she seems more defending Citra. In fact, he only tried to carry out the obligation to treat his wife well. Meanwhile, if he advises Citra to be more patient with her mother, he will be considered not to love his wife. Yoga guess after moving house such quarrel will end. In fact, the mother is still diligent in coming to her new home and causing trouble.

"Please understand Citra, Mom. She's not a housewife all day at home, Citra also works." Yoga is wise.

"How much is his salary? It's not like you always give him a monthly ration." Yanti doesn't like any Melvin trying to defend his wife.

"The Citra Salary is his own, ma'am. It cannot abolish my obligation to keep saving him no matter how much he earns."

Yoga allows Citra to keep its own income. In fact, Citra often gives her salary for the orphanage foundation that once raised her. Yoga also does not matter if his wife works so that Citra does not get bored at home. Yoga still provides shopping money and other household needs to the wife. Although Citra does not always have time to cook or clean the house, she is not angry. When there is time, Citra will also do homework. Yoga also does not hesitate to help his wife's activities.

"In that case, there's no point getting married! I bless you so you have someone to take care of! If you know you've been abandoned by your wife, you better split up!"

Yoga was confused by her mother's words. "What do you say, Mom? I feel fine living with Citra."

Yanti shook her head. "I didn't expect to give birth to a child as stupid as you. What pellets she's wearing until you're so hard for me to advise!" He still feels the most right.

"Mother coming to this house feels like hanging! Could this place be called home? It's worth calling it a dumpster! The sink full of dirty laundry piled up .. You think your mother is a maid!"

"Already, Mom. I'm gonna take a shower first."

Yoga loosened his tie and shirt. He walked towards the bedroom leaving his mother alone. Her mother's rant won't stop if the one with the language isn't dead.

"Darling ...." Yoga was stunned to see his crying wife sitting on the edge of the bed.

The image was already trying to hold back her cries. She does not want to look weak in front of her husband. Her face now looked shabby with a disheveled makeup due to her tears.

Yoga approached his wife. Without saying much, he immediately hugged his wife and tried to calm her down. The image is made increasingly sobbing because the pressure on his chest feels like coming out in the comfort of the husband's embrace.

"I've tried, Mom. But Mom always does that when she comes. I don't think I have anything good in Mom's eyes" Citra complained. Nothing else can be used as a place to share, other than the husband. Citra has never discussed any household issues with anyone, except with Yoga.

"Patience, yes .. someday Mom will definitely change. Isn't it important that I still love you?" Yoga tasting image. That one kiss made her feel the sincere affection of a husband.

"You shouldn't have told us our house code, Mas. I didn't forbid Mom from coming, but at least I need to prepare so that it doesn't look bad in Mom's eyes." The image whined for his request to be fulfilled. He really wants privacy as a married couple.

"I can't do it, honey. She is my mother after all. It is not polite if you want to enter our house like a guest," said Yoga who seemed helpless when discussing matters related to the mother.

Imaged speech. She will never be a priority as long as there is a mother-in-law. Even if Yoga loved and cared for him very much, he would not dare to argue or hurt his mother. Sometimes the image that feels guilty, in the heart is often beset with envy wants to be more defended and listened to by the husband.

"You haven't had a bath, have you." asked Yoga. The image just nodded. "Then, let's take a bath together to hurry up. After that, we eat out. I just got a bonus for overtime last week."

Her husband hugged her. In the heart, he strengthens himself. She must have survived to have a husband as good as Yoga. Although having to be patient with the character of the mother-in-law that is difficult to guess, she will try hard.

Yoga lifts the body as if the woman's body was as light as cotton. The image pours both of her hands to the husband's neck. The two looked at each other and smiled.

Yoga brought his wife into the bathroom in the room. The house they occupy deliberately all build a bathroom in order for them to be more free to do husband and wife activities, especially when there are families visiting. The experience of living with in-laws, Citra always takes a shower in the early hours to avoid embarrassment. After making love to her husband, she secretly bathes while the house person sleeps.

Now, after having their own home with a bathroom inside, they are more free to express affection. Taking a bath together is not new, even almost every day they do it.

The moment when they helped each other remove clothes, paying attention to each other's plain bodies in detail and detail, as well as hugging under the refreshing splash of water, made both of them intoxicated and forgot the land. The problems faced seemed to disappear when their skin touched each other. The world was instantly inhabited by only two people who loved each other like them.

"Ah, my wife is so beautiful. How can I not be fascinated every time I come home from work if there is an angel as beautiful as this at home." Yoga hugs his wife from behind. His mischievous hand traced every curve of the wife's body with affection. Occasionally he landed a small kiss on the nape of the wife to make the woman crumble to let out a melodious shrill sound. Yoga until you wake up.

"Darling, I want to include it" whispered the intimate Yoga.

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