That Barbarian girl is my wife
Rule Number Five

It did not feel like three weeks had Cyra followed her husband, lived a simple contract, leaving behind a luxurious life of luxurious possessions owned by her parents that she enjoyed all this time.

The girl was forced to follow the husband because her father had given up the responsibility and gave the responsibility to the husband.

"This week you are the task of cleaning the house, cooking and washing clothes. From today I go to college. I'll go straight to the cafe, so you'll cook it for dinner."

Ditya who was wearing shoes in the living room was reminiscent of Cyra's task they had agreed to together.

A week ago Ditya was forced to make some rules that they had to agree on together.

That's what he did because for three weeks Cyra did not want to help him do homework so Ditya achieved must do everything alone.

The girl just skimmed in front of Tivi without helping anything.

At first Cyra rejected all forms of regulations given to her on the grounds that she had never done such menial tasks at her home.

However, thanks to a threat from Ditya who will complain to the father that he does not want to be invited to cooperate, the girl finally agreed to the rule.

The rule contains:

1- Must sleep in separate rooms and must not interfere with each other's privacy.

2- Must share household chores ranging from sweeping, mopping, washing clothes to provide food alternately for a week, then the next week alternately again.

3-The two must claim to be brothers and sisters considering Cyra who is still a high school student, and Ditya as a student, for the good and security together.

4- Must tell each other where they are and say goodbye to wherever and with whom they will go.

5-All household needs or OTHER FINANCIAL PROBLEMS BECOME THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE HUSBAND.

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the Cyra Purnama (ttd )

aditya Nugraha (ttd )

(Agreement letter on stamp duty )

"Yes, baffles!" sahut Cyra is.

Because this is the third time Ditya reminded of his duty since waking up earlier.

"It's up to you to do it when. Obviously, when I get home, your job has to be done."

"Iyaaa .. make it a man. Like my mother-emak rempong, anyway. Ck ...!"

Cyra thaws up.

"Heh, I'm just meng ..."

Before Ditya finished his sentence, Cyra had already cut it off.

"YESYAH !!!" annoyed screams.

"Here, go!" throw her away while shaking hands and tell her husband to leave.

However, not yet out the door of the house, Cyra has stopped Ditya's steps.

"Wait!!"

Cyra pulls the backpack on Ditya's back.

"What's the matter, anyway?!" ditya snort followed irritatedly.

"So they were driven out so they could quickly leave. Now it's even tugged at his bag."

Cyra immediately raised her hand in front of Ditya as soon as the man turned to face her.

"What does that mean?!"

Ditya frowned in surprise looking at the girl's hand.

"Hp ...! Rule number five. I'm asking for pocket money. I don't know" decih Cyra.

Ditya widened. He had just paid the girl three hundred thousand dollars, but this morning he asked for more?!

Ditya also massage his temples, dizzy.

"But yesterday, did I not give you three hundred, ask for more?!"

"That was yesterday, it was. Now I ask for the present one" answered Cyra cuek.

"You're crazy, yeah. You spent three hundred dollars a day?!"

Ditya back to massage his temples are getting dizzy.

" It's only three hundred, it's natural to run out immediately. Dapet also ice cappuchino same bread torn doang. Usually also five hundred days I'm given the same papa."

"Oh, my God."

Ditya patted his forehead as if he had just realized who he was married to.

He should have spent that kind of money a day. Ditya just realized that Cyra is a millionaire child who of course money like that is nothing.

In fact, for Ditya himself three hundred money can live it for one week even though it can only be spent on food with a simple menu.

"Buruan!" cyra Pinta.

Ditya also took the wallet, took a piece of fiber money and handed it to Cyra.

"Just like this?!"

Cyra waved the money in front of Ditya.

"There's no more. I haven't paid the problem yet" Ditya replied.

Her hand was about to keep her dimpet back into her pants pocket, but Cyra hurriedly picked it up.

"Eh, you want my wallet?!"

Ditya shouted as she saw Cyra start opening her wallet.

"This what?"

Cyra took out two pieces of fiber denomination money that were inside.

"Say nothing, this is there."

"Don't take it, Ra! That's gonna cost White's gas next week."

Ditya tried to seize the money in Cyra's hands but was unsuccessful because the girl nimbly put it in the pocket of her superior white uniform.

"Now, there's still money. But diiit ..."

Cyra returned the wallet to her thief while grimacing widely.

Ditya limply received his wallet back and saw its contents which were only seventy thousand.

In fact, the intention of the two hundred thousand money he kept as a backup in case there was something.

" Yes, yuk! It's noon, here. Take me to school first, yeah."

With ease Cyra invites Ditya to leave together, even the girl immediately nangkring in the back of her husband's vespa.

Different from Ditya. With a gontai step the man walked towards his vespa after previously locking the door.

Until the page where Cyra nangkring was pounded with a vespa, Ditya then handed the house keys to him.

They finally set out together to study.

He got to the campus a little late because he had to take Cyra first to his school. In fact, as long as they moved the contract Cyra always refused to be delivered.

The reason, Cyra does not want all school residents to know if Cyra is no longer riding in the car as usual. Yeah, it's been three weeks that she always took an online taxi to her school.

If any of her friends ask her where her car is, Cyra always says she is getting punishment from the father so she is forbidden to bring her own car to school.