CEO's Basket Satisfier
Season 2: Wife Responsibility

Hendry looked at his wife who was still crying as he pleased in the living room. After arriving at the apartment, somehow the woman continued to cry and did not want to stop. He felt something to do with what happened at the mall. He became upset that his wife was crying because of her ex-husband.

"When do you cry? When you cry for people like them?" guman Hendry's.

"Who would cry ... I don't know why I should cry either ... Huhuhuhu ...." The image was trying to stop her crying. However, his tears and sobbing seemed to be happening out of his control. She had no regrets at all about her divorce, but somehow she wanted to cry without knowing why she wanted to cry.

"Other times if you meet them, face them bravely! Show me you have your pride." Hendry was upset himself to see his wife who seemed to have not moved on from her ex.

"Hiks! Hicks! Hicks!"

"You're still expecting your ex-husband?" asked Hendry annoyed.

The image turned towards Hendry with a cry that had not stopped. "I have no such intention! I also don't know why I can't stop crying ... Why even scold me! Huhuhuhu ...." He was upset because Hendry was upset with him.

Seeing the woman crying, Hendry's heart went down. He could no longer be angry at the sight of his clear eyes. His wife's body was drawn into his arms. "This is the last time I'll let you cry over the past. In the future, you can only smile and laugh because I will make you happy" he said.

Hearing Hendry's soothing speech, Citra's cry just getting louder. She returned the embrace, tightly hugged her husband's body and vented her emotions through crying.

'Why didn't we meet earlier? You shouldn't have to suffer in this life, ' Inner Hendry.

After her crying stopped, Citra busied herself cooking dinner in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Hendry was busy opening the drawers and cabinets, not knowing what he was looking for.

"Ma ...." The image stopped his call. He knew the consequences if he called Hendry wrongly. "Search what?" tanyanya while moving dishes that have just been cooked from the pan to the plate.

Henry stopped opening the closet. He looked towards the image. "I'm looking for cigarettes. I think I keep it here a lot."

Imaged speech. "Everything I threw away" he said.

Hendry scrunched his forehead. Treas*rer branded cigarettes per pack almost for a million, the stock in the closet is gone all discarded by Citra, not a single stick left.

"Darling, you're not kidding, are you? Where are you hiding it?" asked Hendry to try to think positively.

"I threw it all away. Besides because I don't like the smell of cigarettes, it's not good for your health either." Citra did not care much about the hardness of Hendry who had just lost his cigarette. He remained relaxed arranging the results of his cooking at the dining table.

Hendry really could not believe Citra could throw away her cigarette. "Darling, did you know that the cigarettes you throw away are expensive?"

"How much is it?" ask Citra innocently.

"One million per pack."

Stupefied image. He closed his own mouth in shock. "It's just fine that the janitor looks happy when I say he wants to throw away all his cigarettes!"

Citra really did the task of cleaning up in total, until Hendry's cigarette was also cleaned.

"For what to buy such an expensive item but can endanger health. He said there was a disturbance in that part, but the hobby of smoking still continues to run," Citra grumbled.

Hendry sighed. He walked closer to Citra who was still busy arranging food at the table. He looked at the woman who looked innocent after throwing away her cigarettes.

"You have to take responsibility for what you did" said Hendry.

"It's also my responsibility as a wife to take care of your health in addition to cooking food like this."

Image speech sounds interesting to Hendry. He pulled the woman and cornered her on the kitchen wall. He held Citra with both hands while smiling. "Responsibility as a wife? Say it again!" said intimidating.

"Smoking is not good for your health. I don't want to bother if you get sick later and have to take care of you" Citra said. He felt Hendry was angry because he made his cigarette.

"You're very good at talking" said Hendry. "I think you'll be more bothered if I'm healthy, honey ... Moreover, you have dared to carry the responsibility as a wife." she smiled. Attached the face to the ear Citra. "I can ask you to serve me every night, baby!" whispered.

The Citra Reflex pushed Hendry away from him. "We agreed there would be no such thing!" presumedly. It's been a mistake.

"But, if you take care of me like this, cook a healthy meal, prevent me from smoking, I will definitely recover quickly. Anyway you have to take responsibility if mine can wake up again" she said.

The image shakes hearing it. "Easy! I don't want to talk about weird stuff! I want to eat!" irritated, he returned to the dining table.

Hendry followed. He sat down on the chair and looked at Citra who had food on the plate for him. Citra's face still looks upset because of the joke earlier.

"Why are you upset about discussing such a natural thing?" ask Hendry.

"Can you stop talking about it?" The image handed Hendry's plate in annoyance.

"Don't vent your previous failures on me, Citra. I'm not your ex-husband" said Hendry.

The image fell silent contemplating Hendry's speech. He feeds his food while in his brain thinking about it. Maybe that word has a point. Hendry had nothing wrong with him, but he always wanted to vent his frustration.

"I tell you to throw away the things and clothes that you used to be so that you are no longer bound to the past. It turns out that only physical ones change from you. While your mind is still filled with the past" said Hendry.

"Then, how can you try to accept me as long as there is no place in your heart? In fact, I'm the father of the baby in your womb," he continued.

The image moves the hand stroking his stomach. He often forgets that there is life there. During pregnancy, she never felt any signs of pregnancy such as nausea or wanting something. His days were as normal as if the baby in his womb did not want to trouble him like the father. She did not feel burdened with her pregnancy.

"Remember my message, if you meet your ex-husband or his family, don't forget to hold your head up. Now, you are no longer the image of the orphan in the orphanage, but you are my wife."

"If something bad happens, don't hesitate to tell me."