That Barbarian girl is my wife
Warning Letter

"Cyra!!" reprimand teacher BK while ruffled waist.

"What are you doing here?!"

The BK teacher saw Cyra sneaking around and then trying to climb the fence around the school using a broken bench that he accidentally put behind the third grade IPS building, where he was supposed to study.

His backpack he put iron-tested on the wall which was only two meters high.

Not Cyra the trouble maker name if a day does not make a problem.

" What are you doing here, Cyra?!" reprimand Master BK once again because the question just now there is no response.

Cyra was forced to stop settling down and turn her body to face the caller.

"Eh, Father! Hehe ..., ng, anu, sir. That, anu," Cyra replied as she scratched her non-itchy head, confused as to what to answer.

"Follow you to BK's room, now!" the orders of Mr. Amin, the teacher of BK.

"But, sir, I ...,"

"NOW, Cyra!!!" hardik Pak Amin while fretting at Cyra's ear and dragging him to the Counseling Guidance room.

"Ouch, Sir! Sick, you know, sir. Slow down, dong!" ringis Cyra felt her ears hurt from being picked on.

"Wait a minute, sir! My bag," pointed Cyra at her purse that was still stuck.

Mr. Amin took the girl's bag without letting go of her jewelry and dragged Cyra to the counselling room.

"Adududuuuhhh .. freelin, sir! This pain," pinta Cyra is in pain.

Mr. Amin ignored him. He just took off his jewelry after arriving in the room.

"Sit down!" fierce command.

Cyra also complied with sitting in front of Pak Amin.

"Cyra, how many times do you have to, do you think?! Be a good boy, Cyra! Especially you are a girl. You shouldn't be like that" advised Mr. Amin.

"Now it's lesson time. You should be studying hard in class, and instead of skimming and climbing the wall like a maling in a hole" he continued.

"Sorry, Sir! I was bosen in class. The teacher didn't come in, so I was lazy to learn" Cyra said.

"I'm tired of hearing your apologies" commented Mr. Amin.

"And whatever your reason, trying to leave the school by climbing the wall is not justified. Even though the lesson hours are empty, you should still be in class."

"There have been too many mistakes you've made over the last three years."

"Now we are entering the beginning of the semester. That means, soon you will face the graduation exam. If you keep going like this, you might not pass."

Mr. Amin gave a lecture at a length of time so wide that he mowed his temple so dizzy seven roving around facing the mischievous behavior of students from the son of one of the biggest donors of the school.

Because of this, the school did not dare to remove Cyra from the school, because it was afraid that the donor would stop the funds that always poured out the school's keekening every month.

"Mr asks your parents to come to school tomorrow, yes. I'll make you the letter."

Mr. Amin went to his desk and started making summonses for Cyra's parents.

This time Cyra was silent. In fact, the face that usually always looked up to challenge even this time looked down deeply. His fingers squeezed each other.

"Well, whoa, Cyra again, Cyra again. Don't get bored of what you are, Cyr, always making trouble at school. We are just as counseling teachers to get tired of advising you," said a voice suddenly.

Ms. Aryanti who is notoriously fierce and judes was seen entering the counseling room while carrying some files.

Cyra was silent and did not respond to the words of her teacher. Only his eyes looked hard at the teacher because he liked to flirt every time his father was told to come to school.

"Make another call, sir?!" bu Aryanti asked Mr. Amin, but his tail glanced at Cyra.

"Yes, Mom!" replied Mr. Amin briefly.

His hands were still agile on the keyboard for a while.

"Cyra!" call Mr. Amin.

"Yes, Sir!" answer Cyra slowly.

The girl got up from her seat and walked up to Mr. Amin's desk according to his instructions.

"Here, give it to your father! Tell me to come in the morning at eight. This is the last warning letter from the school. If you make mistakes and mischief again, do not blame the school if you get out of school. Although we know very well the consequences of having to lose a generous donor like your father" he said firmly.

"Good, Sir!"

Without realizing it, it turns out that the lecture from Mr. Amin took approximately one hour. The time that Cyra should have used to drop out of school and kongkow was being held by Alfian, her brother.

"Now you can go home."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Go home, do not make trouble again here or on the road," added Bu Aryanti ketus.

"Luckily the daughter of the greatest donor. Try if not, it must have been removed from the past," he continued.

Cyra was only able to clench her hands tightly, without being able to fight back like she had already. Usually he will always answer and reject all the words of Bu Aryanti.

However, this time he was powerless to do so, especially Mr. Amin said that this was a final warning.

However, Cyra does not want to be expelled from school for the sake of the continuity of her school which is only four months away.

With a shaky step, Cyra came out of the counseling room, went home and was ready to hear one more talk from her father.

***

Cyra got home without stopping by Alfian's cafe. The girl had already lost her spirit.

"Yumuuu!! Please, dong Cyra grab a cold drink," he shouted as soon as he entered the middle chamber.

Dropped his body in a long sofa after throwing the origin of his backpack.

He put his feet on the table without taking off his shoes.

"Yumuuuuung!! Buruaan!!" shouted again.

His voice exceeded the loudness of the tarzan sound in the forest.

"Yeah, sebentaahar! Biyung is in charge of lifting the fingers," Bi Inah's responsibility is no less tight from the back.

The housekeeper walked in a row while carrying a glass of cold water for the young lady of his master.

"This is, Non, the water" said Bi Inah as she thrust a glass in front of Cyra.

"Ck! Old biyung, deh," Cyra grumbled as she took the glass from her baby's hand.

Yep. Cyra changed her call to Bi Inah five years ago, when her mother died.

It was also Bi Inah's own desire to feel sad every time he saw his employer's son crying calling his mother's name.

"Sorry, Non! It was the responsibility of lifting clothes. Fear of rain. It's so cloudy" explained Bi Inah.

"Yes, already! Now please Biyung get Cyra a meal, yeah. Laper really thing," Cyra's pinta still with her legs raised on the table.

"Yes, Non! But," said Bi Inah glancing at Cyra's feet.

"Ck! Yes, Yung. Cyra knows, really," he immediately lowered his foot from the table.

For some reason, Cyra was more obedient to her maid than to her father and brother.

Maybe because Bi Inah was always patient in facing the barbaric attitude of Cyra, so the girl felt hesitant if she had to argue with him.

"Young, Cyra nitip this, yes," Cyra said after finishing her lunch.

He took a letter from the bag and handed it to Bi Inah.

"Letter again?!" tanya Bi Inah was surprised.

How not, just in this month alone the girl has been given four letters, five with the current one.

"Why not just Non Cyra who love the father directly?!"

"Cyra's scared, Yung!" cyra lirih.

"Yes, already. Biyung will tell you. Now change the clothes first, then take a break," Bi Inah finally broke up.

"Thank you, yeah, Yung! Biyung is the best, deh," cengir Cyra immediately went to his room on the top floor after kissing the wrinkled cheeks of his caretaker.

"You want, haha ...," said Bi Inah while shaking her head.

His laughter disappeared in an instant as he put the letter from Cyra into his master's study.

"May this be the last letter and in the future there is no problem anymore" he said sadly.