CEO's Basket Satisfier
Season 2: Struggling

"Where?" ask Citra to Jaka when he has reached the hospital yabg intended.

Jaka scratched his head. He thought Lilis would not say that to Citra. It does not feel good on its own if indeed it can make the household messy.

"Nl ...."

"Say, Jaka. You don't have to advise anything." The image is already in a very emotional state. He couldn't wait to hit that shameless woman.

"They're in the north part of the building, Cit."

After getting information from Jaka, Citra then walked in the intended direction. The focus of her eyes looked at the figure of the husband and woman. In his mind, he was imagining what punishment the woman deserved.

His steps stopped when he found them. Sure enough, Yoga was embracing the friendly Ira by his side. The man doesn't even touch her anymore. Yoga can actually make out with women who are nobody.

His blood is boiling. A desire to kill suddenly appeared.

Her household went awry because Yoga accused her of having an affair with her manager. In fact, the husband himself who lied to her, had an affair with a woman who was always said to be a friend.

"Yoga ...." Citra tried to call her husband gently.

The greeting of Citra made Yoga and Ira surprised. The two reflexively let go of hugs and shifted each other away. Yoga looked very panicked seeing Citra being there. It was as if he had just cheated on me.

"Partner, what are you doing here?" tanya Yoga tries to distract.

The image focused on Ira. He looked at the woman with hatred. In fact, the sharp gaze of Citra made Ira frightened and nervous.

"Basin' cheap women!" aspir Citra.

"Partner!" Yoga is so shocked Citra can say rude like that, as well as Ira.

Yoga walked up to his wife, holding her shoulder for the wife to come to her senses. Imagery is like being possessed. "You're misunderstanding, we're not doing anything weird. I only drove Ira because she wasn't feeling well." she tried to give understanding to Citra.

Image is not accepted. Yoga, just see it with Hendry alone immediately wrath and silence him a month more. When she saw her husband with another woman herself, Yoga told her not to misunderstand.

The image encourages Yoga to step aside from her presence. He walked straight up to Ira while giving a hard slap on the cheek of the actor.

"Partner! You're nothing!" bentak Yoga. He immediately pulled Citra's hand, pushing her away from Ira.

Some of the people who were there seemed to be paying attention to the commotion that was going on between them.

Ira held his cheek. The slap of Citra still hurt on her cheek. He did not expect that women like Citra could have the courage to hit him directly.

"Why, Mas? You want to defend that cheap lady?" The image looked at Yoga with a look of anger.

"Where did you learn to say such bad words? You just misunderstood! Don't act like this in public, aren't you ashamed?" Yoga glanced around. More and more people are looking at them.

"Thy? Aren't you shameless people showing off your affection in public places? What kind of relationship do you have until you can embrace each other and hold hands? Cheating relationship?" sindir Citra's.

Yoga rubs its own forehead. "Partner, have you gone crazy to discuss this misunderstanding in a public place? You know for yourself that Ira and Ira are just best friends."

Imagery chuckles. "Friend? What kind of friends can kiss and hug each other?"

"Nature ...." Yoga calms the image. He knows his wife is very emotional at the moment.

Yoga hand-pumping image. He is not touched by yoga.

Ira is speechless. It seems to be being watched by many as an affair.

"If you know yourself to be only my husband's best friend, you should be able to keep the boundaries of what is appropriate and inappropriate." The image again made its curse to Ira.

"You're a woman, there can be no empathy for other women. You ruined our marriage!" Imagery raises his tone. He is out of control and wants to vent all his emotions.

"Are you defending him, Mom?"

Yoga is also the target of Citra's anger.

"No, of course I defended you. It's just one of my faults" said Yoga.

"If you defend me, still want to keep our marriage, don't be friends with her anymore. Get out of your job like you once suggested to me. Would Yoga do it?" Serious looking at Yoga. He wanted to know what the man's response was to his request.

"Okay, I'll do it. Before, we went home and talked to each other at home!"

Yoga pulled Citra's hand to go follow her. Ira was just left there. The people they passed by were busy whispering, discussing the possible problems they were facing. Yoga walked down holding his head in shame while carrying Citra with him.

"Wait!" shout Ira.

When I was about to enter the car, Ira followed Yoga and Citra in the back. Both of them got into the car.

"You're home by yourself, Ira. I have to talk to my wife first" Yoga said.

Ira's heart doesn't accept it. He has been publicly humiliated, now wanting to be left by Yoga for granted. She was not willing to turn her back on Yoga. Yoga should firmly choose it, not defend the image.

"You can leave me alone, Yoga?"

"What do you mean? Do you want to be brought home by my husband? Who are you? You don't know yourself!" snapped Image.

The image completely did not understand the path of that shameless woman's mind. Ira should be grateful she didn't report them to the police on charges of infidelity. She simply asked the woman to stay away from her husband. Ira's strange gurgle further solidifies her accusation that there is something between them.

"You can yell at me like that. But, just so you know, now I'm pregnant with a Yoga boy!"

"Ira, what the fuck are you?" Yoga confusion. Ira shouldn't have said that before her time. Everything's so fucked up.

Immediate image mute. Her tongue felt faint when the woman claimed to be pregnant. It was hard to believe their affair was already at such a stage.

"Partner, let's just go home!" Yoga forced Citra into her car.

The image does not. He just pecked in place with tears that eventually melted on his cheeks.

"Yoga, you don't intend to show me and your future son off, do you? You should be grateful, I can give you a descendant that that woman can't give."

In a complicated situation, Ira also added to the situation. Yoga can do nothing. Indeed, the goal was to come to the hospital to check the content of Ira which was 7 weeks old.

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