That Barbarian girl is my wife
A Deal.

Author Pov's

Ditya until the cafe where he worked as a waiter.

He headed straight to the back of the cafe to immediately change his clothes with the cafe uniform stored in his locker.

"Hi, Bro! Who this time, lo?" tanya Yusril or better known as Ucil Marucil by his coworkers.

Ucil who already knows Ditya's work schedule that likes to replace the schedule of other colleagues if they are not present even did tos with his hands clenched, a habit he did when welcoming his friends.

"Custom, Deni, Bro! You know, if on Friday night he has a schedule to teach the children njaji at the mosque near his home. Sholeh's son emang. Original derivative from his father," replied Ditya smiling.

He also replied tos from Ucil on the sidelines instead.

"Oh, yes, I forgot. Yeah, had. I go out first, yes," said Ucil patting Ditya on the shoulder.

Ditya nodded and continued his uniform change event then moved to the cafe ready to serve visitors who came.

Yep. Actually today he's on the day shift. However, because there was a friend who asked to replace him to work, finally Ditya back again kecafe because the working hours of his friend was dishift night.

He took the time to go home just to deliver food for Cyra, whom he stayed in his room.

Honestly, Ditya deliberately accepted the job of his coworkers because he was embarrassed by the existence of the barbarian girl who had become his wife in the post.

Ditya deliberately avoided the girl because he did not want to be too attached to her. It's not that she hates Cyra, not at all. Because if you can be honest, Ditya immediately liked the girl even though he had only met a few days, let alone her meeting in a less ethical way.

Despite being barbaric, Cyra is actually a smart and beautiful girl according to her. It's just that her cleverness and beauty are covered by her barbaric behavior and mischief all along.

Ditya just want to keep his promise to Pak Bayu as papa Cyra who incidentally has helped him a lot, also for the sake of his loved ones.

#Flashback

"If you are willing to accept my terms, I will grant your request."

Pak Bayu who had just expressed his goal looked at Ditya who looked shocked.

"Ditya, I know my request this time will incriminate you. But, please, grant my request and I will grant your request, including becoming a permanent donor."

At that time Ditya was meeting Mr. Bayu in his office to ask for his help.

Yep. A month ago, a day after the incident of his braking by residents for allegedly picking up wallets belonging to a mother that resulted in his face battered, Ditya was faced again with the problem of his fight with the singer cafe where he worked.

Ditya was asked by his manager to temporarily replace the singer who never came, because the visitors have begun to ask where the singer who used to entertain his customers why not also perform.

It happened that Ditya was free job and intended to go home, held back by the manager's request that he fill one or two songs until the singer came.

Unexpectedly, the visitors were very fond and satisfied with Ditya's voice so that the next day he was asked to sing after work hours ran out.

This continued for more than a week and caused the cafe singer who had been contracted by the cafe to feel aggrieved.

The singer also had a grudge against Ditya.

When Ditya was on his way home, suddenly a black car drove at high speed from behind and immediately blocked the speed of Ditya's Vespa by stopping the car with a fence across the road.

Ditya who got a sudden barrier and fell from the vespa. Just as he woke up, a bogem landed on the corner of his lips and broke. A little fresh blood came out from the corner of those lips.

Another kick hit his stomach from the friend who hit him earlier.

" This is because you dared to call my stall, Brengs*k!" the one who hit him.

Clutched by the collar of Ditya's shirt then hit him violently until Ditya fell sitting next to his collapsed vespanya.

"Sorry, Bang! That's all the requests of Mr. Manager because at that time Brother did not also come while visitors were waiting for the performance of Brother. Instead of disappointed visitors, Mr. Manager asked me to replace the temporary brother, ", explained Ditya as he wiped the blood on the corner of his lips.

"Replace while you say?! Heh, you know, yeah. Gegara lo makegantiin me and visitors like the same sound lo, Mr. old Manager immediately membatalin my contract. Well, even though I can get compensation from the cafe, but still a gegara lo I so lost my lap, even though I was comfortable singing there. Visitors also mocked my voice. In fact, before you, they were fine-fine just like me," said the man fiery.

"Udah, hell, Yan. Let's just beat this brengs*k let's know the taste."

The friend of the person called Yan was about to hit him, but the rush was when someone came to help Ditya.

Thanks to the help of the person who turned out to be Mr. Bayu, Yan and his friend finally chose to leave. They do not want to be reported by the police on charges of bragging like Pak Bayu's threat to them.

And a week after the shooting, Ditya was again helped by Mr. Bayu because he was happy to help him save the orphanage, where he was raised first, because he was honored, from real estate entrepreneurs who want to evict and dismantle the home.

When the conditions were upset at that time, Ditya decided to go to Pak Bayu in his office to ask for help.

Mr. Bayu will be happy to help him, even giving a new building that is much more feasible than the land of the home that is in dispute but on condition ...

"How, Ditya, did you agree to my terms just now?!"

Pak Bayu's voice shocked Ditya's daydream.

"Eh, sa-me .." answered Ditya doubtfully.

"Think of your sisters and your housewife, Ditya. Sorry, I was also forced to do this because it has involved you in my family problems," said Mr. Bayu.

"But why should I, sir? Aren't we strangers because we've only met a few times?!" answer Ditya.

Mr. Bayu smiled in response to the young man's question before him.

"If we're just strangers, then why would you dare to ask for my help?!"

The question back from Mr. Bayu makes Ditya stern. He also hesitated because he did not expect his words justdu turned to him.

"Eh, that, that's because I see and believe that you are a good person. It is proven that you have helped me twice without seeing the truth first," replied Ditya a little stuttered in the end.

"Hmm ...!"

Mr. Bayu smiled again.

"Then, let's just say I believe that you are a good person like you who believes and considers me a good person, without you investigating me first. Because I could actually be the bad guy. For example, now. I ask you to involve yourself in my family" said Mr. Bayu.

"All right! I will do anything for the survival and well-being of the home and my sisters, sir. I'll also grant you a request from your father to fulfill my request," Ditya finally broke up.

"Good! I concur. I will tell you when the day and date will be. So, I ask for your number or place of residence that I can call or come later in case there is something I want to convey.

"Well, thank you for the cooperation, young man!"

Finally, the meeting of Ditya and Pak Bayu that day resulted in an agreement that would have a major influence on his life in the future.

# Flashback off

"Hey, Bro! Even just talk."

Ucil patted Ditya's shoulders who were daydreaming near the cashier's desk. The tray in his hand almost fell so shocked.

Luckily he was sprightly so that his tray did not fall to the floor.

"Eh, oh! So-sorry!" ditya stuttered.

" That's a customer on the number seven. Layanin, sana!" tell Ucil who happens to be on duty as a cashier to replace Santi who is on maternity leave.

"Thinking what, anyway?! Girls, huh??" continued.

"Ah, no. Remembering something again. Hehe ...!" ditya Grin.

"Ok, I'm there now."

He went directly to table number seven according to Ucil's instructions, asking customers about their orders.