CEO's Basket Satisfier
Season 2: Foreign Woman in the House of In-Law

"Kok you want to rush away? Said it was five o'clock?" Ira asked while drying her hair with a hair dryer.

Yoga has also been bathing and wearing neater dressing clothes. "I have a little business with someone."

Ira finished tidying up her hair. He got up from his place walking towards Yoga while hugging the man from behind. I don't think I can get far from yoga. "But I still want to be with you ..," he whined.

"Indeed last night was less?"

"Still ... I want you here every day."

"How many days have I stayed at your house, Ira. At least I went home today. Maybe Wednesday I'll stay here again."

"God ... Wednesday is too long!" whining Ira again.

Yoga only develops a smile. "I'll go first, yeah! See you tomorrow" said Yoga, giving a kiss on Ira's forehead. He left immediately after saying goodbye.

Two o'clock in the afternoon Yoga left Ira's house. He said the event at the Yoga house was five o'clock, but the man hurriedly left because there was business. Ira was a little upset. Besides being left to go Yoga, also because women named Citra still have a place in the heart of Yoga and Yoga family.

"When the woman died!" Ira looked at herself in front of the mirror.

After bathing and dressing up, she felt much more beautiful when compared to Citra. Yoga should focus on loving her only and forgetting about women who cannot even give offspring.

"Basic barren woman!" grunts again. "I won't let you be happy if you stick with Yoga" she said, grinning.

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"Thank you, sir!" Citra gave a number to the taxi driver who drove him. He deliberately stopped in front of the entrance of his in-laws' housing at Yoga's request. Her husband told her to wait for him there so she could pretend to come by one car with him.

However, Yoga also hid the condition of their household from their family. It will display a harmonious impression as usual.

The image crossed the road when it found a Yoga car parked there. He climbed into the passenger seat next to the driver.

"Where are you from?" ask Yoga.

"Ah, I was in the middle of the day to the orphanage and came here to return home," Citra said as she put her seatbelt on.

Yoga runs back his car after Citra gets inside. Their relationship was still as rigid as ever.

"Let's not let my family know what's going on between us" Yoga said.

"Yes, Mas. I won't say anything."

As per the experience of Citra, there is no point also telling them. Instead of getting sympathy, he could get scorned. Her mother-in-law and sister-in-law will only defend Yoga regardless of who is right and who is wrong.

Arriving at Mother Yanti's house, Citra and Yoga walked hand in hand into the yard of the house.

"Oh, you have come ...," greeted Mother Yanti with a face of sumringah.

The woman hugged her son warmly. Meanwhile, he just let Citra kiss his hand and again ignored him.

"Who, Ma? Fira, right? Or Tanti's on vacation at home."

"I can help Mom, Mom. My son is fussy when he's left." Fira came down from the top floor carrying a baby who was about a year old. He glanced at Citra and threw away his food. "Anyways, in the kitchen there are good-natured angels" he said.

Yanti's mother followed by looking cynically at Citra. Of course Citra felt herself being noticed. He pretended not to know to calm his heart. Just came he was greeted in a bad way.

"Auntie ... Try this for a minute ...."

Suddenly from the direction of the kitchen appeared Ira wearing an apron while holding a vegetable spoon. Imagery and Yoga were shocked, they really did not know if Ira was there.

"Oh, Yoga is finally home" Ira said with a smile. The woman walked up to Mother Yanti and asked her to taste the taste of her cooking.

"It's delicious, Ira," Yanti praised.

"Ira, how can you be here?" tanya Yoga is shocked.

"What's the matter, Yoga? Ira is also considered as my own child, play time can not. I'm even happy Ira wants to play again in this house" said Ms. Yanti.

"Ira is getting more beautiful now, yeah! Jobs are also well established, already have their own home and car. I'm so envious." Fira goes along to praise Ira.

"So Ira gave Mom and Fira Ermes bags, Yoga. He's very kind. My own daughter-in-law has never given anything to her mother-in-law."

"Don't Mom, my son was born not given anything."

Both Yanti and Fira are very compact satirizing Citra.

Ira smile. He felt that he had won because he had won the hearts of his mother and sister Yoga.

Back then, the image should have cried her pride had been lowered. A foreign woman who suddenly comes into the Yoga family is instantly able to grab their attention and affection. The image that had been three years trying to be a patient and understanding wife was not appreciated there at all.

What his in-laws and in-laws said was not true at all. He often buys gifts for them, although maybe his nominal is still far less than what Ira gave. However, every time he gave a gift, they always said it was from Yoga, not from him. He used Yoga money to buy it. In fact, according to Citra, the wife also has the right to the husband's money.

Yanti and Fira seem to still not accept if Yoga supports him. They think to what Yoga is wasting money on other people's children. Citra has allowed her husband to give money to her mother and sister. He was just given a monthly allowance by Yoga to pay electricity and water bills, as well as daily necessities shopping costs.

"Come, let's have dinner now. We're tasting with Ira's cooking, it must be delicious!" bring Yanti.

"It's lucky to marry Ira. Wives dream, can work, cook also good."

"Saking picky until now is not married either. Must be Ira's taste is high."

"Mom could have!" Ira blushed in embarrassment at the compliments from Yoga's mother.

The five of them ate together in one large circular table. Yoga's father and Fira's husband are out of town, so they can't participate. Tanti, the family's youngest child is also out of town for college.

The atmosphere of the dinner lasted full of jovial laughter, except for Citra. They prefer to talk to Ira. His existence there was not considered. In fact, Yiga had also done nothing to see his wife being treated as such.