CEO's Basket Satisfier
Season 2: Fried Rice

After a fight with her mother-in-law, Citra decided to leave the house crying. His stomach still feels hungry because the dinner is quite chaotic and makes him more stressed. He chose to go through the night alone riding his motorcycle. The choice fell on the fried rice traders who were on the side of the road.

No matter how much he tried to survive, as long as the mother-in-law interfered in his life, Citra felt suffering inwardly. The visits her mother-in-law made always ended in disaster.

"Sir, the fried rice is the spicy one. Just like drinking iced oranges will be wrapped, yes!" said Citra when he arrived at the place where the fried rice seller.

"Good, Mba. Wait a minute, yeah!" answer the shop owner while continuing the order cuisine from some customers who first came.

The image sits on one of the plastic chairs provided while looking at the traffic on the road. Sometimes he feels no longer strong to face family problems that never finish.

"Mba, here's the order."

The words of the fried rice seller disperse the daydream Citra. After half an hour of waiting, finally his order was completed. Citra paid twenty thousand to get a pack of fried rice and orange ice.

"Thank you, sir" Citra said before heading to where she parked the bike.

His intention was to eat his food in the city park while calming the mind. If he is stressed, sometimes eating is used as an impingement.

Brak!

"Ouch!" pekik Citra's. Suddenly a car nudged him who was walking half daydreaming.

Fried rice that he bought by spending 30 minutes waiting to fall scattered in vain. So did the fate of the orange ice he bought, spilled unceremoniously. He had not even drunk a single drop of the ice pack.

"Based on a madman! Car parking is not a look!" gerutu. He was also wrong because the road did not look. His leg was slightly grabbed by the car and it hurt a little.

"Are you okay?" ask someone who just got out of the car.

With a feeling of annoyance, Citra turned to face the person who had grazed her.

"Partner!" yell that guy.

The image is more astonished that the person knows him. In the meantime, he had no idea who that man was. "Who are you?" ask Citra.

"Well, I'm sure you don't recognize me. Hendry Alexander, your old High School friend," said Hendry as he reached out.

"Oh, Hendry who used to jump the school fence to escape, huh?" said Citra innocently. He returned Hendry's handshake.

Henry could not help but laugh. Predictably, the thing that most friends remember about him is his ugly side. "Ah, yes. Are your legs okay?" he almost forgot to check the state of the person who had just been knocked into his car.

"It was just a little bit painful. It's okay." Citra replied.

"You bought fried rice? How about we eat together? I happen to want to eat fried rice here, too" Hendry asked.

The image for a moment looked at the appearance of Hendry who was so neat. "Would you like to eat here?" tanya Citra.

"Why indeed? Can't you?" Hendry was astonished and looked around for what was wrong with him.

"Ah, it's okay," Citra said.

"Then, let's eat!" take Hendry.

Actually Citra was quite reluctant to accept the invitation. However, the money he had brought was also exhausted, unable to buy any more food. Meanwhile, his stomach was still rumbling. Want to go home will also be confused with the existence of in-laws. Finally, he agreed to Hendry's invitation.

"Ouch!"

Image almost fell due to tripping something. Fortunately there was Hendry who held Citra's arm. "Are you okay?" ask Hendry.

"If you're doing anything about it, I can take you to the hospital" Hendry said.

"No, I'm fine, all right."

The two walked towards the fried rice merchant. They sit on an available bench while waiting for the seller to make their order. Both Hendry and Citra who initially only wanted to wrap food ended up eating in a place together.

"Loh, this is Mba who just bought," said the seller who still recognizes Citra while serving two dishes of fried rice in front of them."

"So I spilled her fried rice, sir. That's why I'm now eating to replace it" said Hendry.

"Eh, Mas Bule can speak the national language, huh?" the fried rice seller looked shocked to hear Hendry speak. He thought Hendry was a tourist who happened to eat in his stall.

"His face is fine, sir. The soul of the body 100% belongs to the beloved homeland."

"So I hardly dared to talk afraid of being asked questions in English," said the merchant who this time brought two glasses of orange ice for them.

"Haha ... Take it easy, sir. I speak very fluent national languages. Since birth, he has been here too. Even eat rice every day."

"But his face did not look like a local at all." the seller still seemed to lack confidence in Hendry's words.

"Which local people, sir? The country has hundreds of ethnic groups and languages. The physical features of different regions are also not the same. Do not be crowned anyway sir, the face of my face like this will be given a tourist price," protested Hendry.

"It should be so, Mas Bule." the seller left Hendry and Citra. He returned to serve other buyers who came.

Hendry glanced at Citra who was eating his fried rice while smiling. Looks like the woman also listened to her conversation with the cute salesman.

"You're married?" asked Hendry without saying anything. He is famous for being sociable and sociable in High School.

"It has. You alone?" ask Hendry.

"Sama, I'm married too."

"I don't think I've seen you in a long time. Where the hell was this all this time?" this time Citra asked.

"After I graduated from college, I lived abroad. Not long after that I got married and lived abroad. My wife's an international model, after her employment contract there we decided to go home together."

Citra nodded to hear Hendry's story. The man's life is certainly very good, especially to be able to live abroad. Far different from him who is only an orphan even the origins of his parents are also unclear. He survived because he lived in an orphanage.

"Have a child?" ask Hendry again.

This time Hendry's question made the n4fsu eat the missing image. Such questions hurt her mentally. Moreover, this is one of the causes of problems between him and his in-laws.

"No, I don't have children yet" Citra replied in a limp tone.

"Same. I haven't been married for five years, nor have I had any children. I have a friend of his too. Haha ...."

The image so wonder why Hendry did not look sad to tell such unpleasant things. He is increasingly convinced that the child is actually not too important for men. They have no burden at all even though they have no children. Unlike the woman who will certainly be scorned if she cannot give birth to a child.

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