BETWEEN THE CEO AND MAFIA 2

Shopping for Baby Needs

"Mas, is this really so?"

Prita shows a nightgown for her future son. He invited Bayu to visit a special clothing store for children to buy various baby equipment that they will later need.

Bayu could only sigh whenever Prita asked her opinion. All the clothes in the store were good. But, his wife had been busy picky but not many ended up in the basket.

Although asking Bayu's opinion, after Bayu gave his opinion, Prita still chose what he liked. As if there was no point Prita also asked him. But Prita kept asking. If he does not answer, Prita will be angry and angry. If he answers, it will be disputed as well. So it is confusing to face women, especially pregnant women.

"Honey, we just buy the whole store. Everything's good, really. Nor will my money run out just to buy all this. You also do not have to be tired of choosing."

"Mas, but not everything will be used. Do not be afraid if you do not need to. Life also needs calculations."

Bayu has given his best advice. However, once again his opinion seemed to still be wrong in the eyes of his wife. It was easier to take care of the company than to take care of his own wife. Simple things can be very complicated.

"Yes, then, any item that interests you, just put it in the basket, honey. You can get tired if you stand like this for too long."

"Makanya assisted.... I've been asking for opinions but you don't want to. I'm finally the one who bothered to do it myself." Prita turned her lips in anger.

Bayu sighed again. Indeed, today he went wrong. Silence is wrong, and speaking is wrong. He had argued, but never accepted. It seems Bayu just has to be patient.

"Yes, Honey. Sorry, yes.... I'm mistaken. Come on, I'll be picky again."

Bayu showed his sweetest smile. It's better he relented than Prita got angrier.

Prita held her husband's arm, writhing spoiled there. He felt loved only because Bayu wanted to succumb to him. Actually, he also knows that he is a bit upset about choosing clothes for Baby Dylan. But, he was happy with Bayu's response who remained patient with his behavior.

"Mas.... We're going there. I want to choose a baby basket." said Prita with the effect.

Bayu obeyed Prita's will. They walked towards the special area of the baby basket. There are many models and types of baby baskets with the most affordable price to the most expensive.

"Mas, which baby Dylan is suitable for?"

"Just pick the most expensive one, I think it's the best one" Bayu replied briefly.

Prita looked at the list of baby basket prices available at the store. He saw a row of the most expensive price of 200 million. Prita wondered what kind of baby basket priced at such a high price.

When he saw the shape, Prita admitted it was good. But, according to Prita is less in accordance with the price. According to him, the quality of such goods should be cheaper.

"It's too expensive, Mom. The materials and materials are not very good. I think the price is making it up."

Though according to Bayu the baby basket is the best and according to him the price offered is also reasonable to see the brand and quality. Again, the boy chose silence. He will follow his wife's wishes.

"Yes too, anyway. So, which do you think is the price and what's the right thing, honey?"

"This one I think fits." Prita pointed at one baby basket with a light blue color that looks quite luxurious as well.

"This costs only 25 million, the shape is not inferior to the 200 million earlier. Right, right?"

Bayu smiled, "Right, honey, your choice is always the best." she said. Of course Prita was happy to be praised. "I'll get the waiter to wrap this up, okay?"

"Mas, over there.... I haven't bought any toys for Baby Dylan."

Prita pointed in the other direction. The shopping process is still not finished. Bayu must extend his patience to make his wife happy. Dylan wasn't born yet, what are toys for? Where can a baby born play? His wife is weird.

"Wood.... "

From a distance of five meters, suddenly they came the figure of Karla, an old friend of Bayu as well as the woman he wanted to avoid. Already comfortable his life in S City away from Karla, now the woman suddenly appears again before him.

Bayu was worried that later Prita would be very angry. Salah thinks he's been sulking, let alone seeing Karla come to them. It could be a third world war.

"I miss you, Bayu.... "

Karla stretched out her arms ready to embrace Bayu. However, before the hug landed on Bayu's body, Prita was already standing before Karla so he was the one who finally embraced Karla.

"What the hell, you got in my way." Karla let go of the hug violently. He's upset that Prita's got in the way.

"Wood.... He's so mean. We haven't met in a long time. Time can't cuddle for a second." whine Karla.

"Are you supposed to hug when you meet?" Prita said with a flat face expression. He did not like Karla's presence there. The mood was broken because of Karla.

"That's normal everywhere, Prita. Don't be like just coming out of a cave and not knowing anything."

"Why don't you just hug the gentlemen over there?"

Prita pointed at the figure of the old guard standing guard in front of the elevator door. Karla looks in the direction Prita points to, then gets scared.

Karla is tired of old men. One husband who rarely came home, she hoped never to return home. She was horrified to have to serve the fat old man who had smelled of oil, even though it was her own husband. Karla is still the second wife of a businessman.

"Why? Not going to, is it?" sindir Prita's. "You hug wear picky everything. It's smart to choose my handsome husband to hug. I as his wife don't want my husband being hugged by you!"

Karla was stunned to hear Prita's words. She was not sure that the pregnant woman in front of her was really Prita. Since when could he speak that straightforwardly, without hesitation and thinking long.

"Woodoo, it looks like your wife is out of her mind. Hugs are up to the point." Karla shook her head still in disbelief.

"It seems like the crazy one here is just you, Karla."

"What!?" Karla was back.

Bayu pulls his wife's arm and hugs her possessively in front of Karla, "Karla, she's my wife. It's only natural that he doesn't like me being close to other women. I wouldn't like it myself if he was close to another man."

"You too are married, learn to keep your honor. Don't keep it like this."

"Later, people will be happy and you will stay like this. That's a loss, Karla. You better stop."

"Darling, we're getting out of here, yeah. I don't want to see you making a fuss with Karla."

Prita nodded. Bayu took his wife out of the store before a dispute flared up.