That Barbarian girl is my wife
Special Chef Cyra dishes

Cyra just finished her shower. While waiting for the husband to come home, his body was laid down in the living room sofa.

The girl looked so exhausted from having to clean the house, from washing clothes, sweeping and mopping the floor, to the last one was cooking and washing furniture.

Actually Cyra is not used to doing all the work. While still living with her papa in her luxurious home, Cyra was treated like a queen, although her barbaric behavior often made the papa dizzy and bobble his head.

All his requests will be granted both by papa, brother and even the housekeeper he called biyung.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

There was a knock on the door.

"Ra, open the door!"

Cyra who was almost asleep faintly heard a voice.

"Yah!!"

As soon as she knew it was Ditya's voice, Cyra immediately rushed towards the door and opened it.

"Yeah, spread!!" scream from within.

Chequek!

The door opened and it appeared that Ditya was leading the White, ready to be put in place.

"For a long time, the hell open the door," grumbled Ditya while barging in leading his favorite Vespa.

"Hoam ...! After that, hoam ..you've been home a long time. I, too, have been waiting for you, you know," Cyra responded by yawning a few times.

"There was a birthday party at the cafe. I was told to leave the room and finish the show. After that stop by Bang Firman, pay off the debt of the country after nganterin you White lash."

Ditya dropped himself on the ex-Cyra lying couch.

"Partian, keep siPut. It's natural to like to snatch. The road is slow like a conch," continued Cyra.

"You don't insult him. That's how you asked to be treated with him, too" Ditya said.

"Hehe ...! Forced."

Cyra nyengir's.

"Ambilin drink, dong, thirsty, nih."

"Take yourself. All meals, noh have I made you. Dismissed, loh! Honey if not eliminated. You said the other day, redundant."

Cyra stepped into her room with a dikulum smile.

Ditya also stepped towards the dining room that blends with the kitchen.

Opening the food hood on the dining table.

His forehead wrinkled as soon as he saw that there were two types of Cyra cuisine.

There was an omelet that looked collapsed. He tasted the egg with a slight pinch of it with a finger.

"Puihh, asian!!" muttered.

There is also another menu that is black tempe fried. It's not black because it's flavored with soy sauce, is it. The tempe is black because it is fried to a charred.

Tasting again tempe fried made by his little wife.

"Wueeekk, pahiit."

Depressed tempeh and rushed to take drinking water in the dispenser and then downing the water until the toilet one glass.

Meanwhile, Cyra who had entered his room was seen biting his nails.

The girl felt uneasy considering her unworthy cooking. He himself chose dinner by buying fried chicken at the end of the road near the contract.

"Ciciii ..., here you are!!"

Nah, kan. Cyra's misgivings are proven.

There was a cry of Ditya calling his name from the direction of the dining room.

"Get out, you!!" pekik Ditya again.

Chequek!

Cyra opened the door of her room which was right in front of the dining room. As soon as the door opened, the girl raised her head timidly.

He saw that his husband was shaking his waist looking at him sharply.

Cyra walked up to him and pretended to ask:

"What the hell, anyway?! Night screaming. Disturb people to sleep," he grunted.

But in the heart it is broken.

"Feel what is this?!"

Ditya pointed towards the plate where the omelet and tempeh were fried.

"Udah is obviously the same egg tempe. Put on nanya again," snorted Cyra.

"I know this same egg tempe. What I asked, why is it that you've got a gossam?!"

"Hehe ...! Sorry, I fried the temple while watching YT. Then, it looks like the fire is also greatness, deh," he grinned while lifting his ration to form the letter V.

"Some, you know, I never cook. Boro-boro cook and some houses. Just go in the kitchen to get food and drinks in the fridge, "purchase.

"Certainly, what were you eating last night with the side dish?"

Ditya suspicious, because the rice panned already reduced, the sign has been taken.

"Hehe ...! That, I bought fried chicken at the end of the street," I Cyra again showed her the grin.

"Whaatt??"

Ditya glared wide hearing Cyra's confession.

"You ate dinner with fried chicken, while your husband was given an omelet with this fried tempeh?! Hmm, that's great for you, yeah."

He pulled the girl's nose until it looked red.

"Acludge ...!!" cyra screams in pain.

"It hurts, you know?!"

"I don't want to know anyway. Follow me to eat," threatened Ditya.

His wife was seated opposite to him.

"No want! I was already full of food," Cyra refused to get up from her seat.

"So you said to be finished with fear of redundancy. Well, I'm asking you to help me finish this food."

Ditya filled his plate with a piece of rice. Take one slice of a very salty omelet made by chef Cyra and start eating it slowly.

"I don't want to. Point!"

Cyra shook her head hard.

"Ok, no problem!"

Cyra smiled happily at Ditya's words.

But the smile faded when she heard her husband's next words.

"Don't expect tomorrow you get pocket money" he said casually.

Cyra who felt the threat would not get the pocket money immediately quickly took the rice. When she was about to follow her husband, Ditya prevented her.

"This egg is my allotment. You just fry it."

"But ..."

"There was no protest. Eat up!"

"All right!" cyra Pasrah.

"Happy to enjoy Chef Cyra's special 'Cici Meong'," ledek Ditya smiled at the dikulum.

Slowly Cyra began to eat with a side dish of fried tempeh homemade.

Her eyes brushed the sticky resisting the taste that nano-nano had on her mouth. There is a salty, savory and bitter taste. The bitter taste dominates because the gosong is completely charred.

Ditya who saw him raise the tip of her lips displayed a triumphant smile.

How not? Although it was very salty, but at least the eggs he ate were not as burnt as those fried tempeh.

"Hueekk ...!"

Cyra feels nauseous. The girl then ran a bathtub and vomited all her stomach contents due to stimulation from the bitter and salty taste that made her stomach suddenly nauseous.

"Haha ...!"

Instead of helping her and giving her a drink, Ditya laughed at her while she lay face to face in front of the bathroom door.