That Barbarian girl is my wife
Maaf

" Simura ...!!" yelled at him from the kitchen.

"What, the hell yelling early in the morning?!"

Cyra walked out of the room in a hasty step.

He saw Ditya was lifting teflon from the stove he had just turned off with his right hand.

"Hehe ...! Sorry, forgot!" cyra's grin scratched her non-itchy hair.

"Sorry, did you say?!"

Ditya swigged wide.

"You do everything in the room until you stay cooking. Look at this Cyra!"

Ditya thrust a teflon skillet that had been scorched in front of the girl.

"So right again nyeplok telor my phone sounds. That's why I ran into the phone room. Because of the preoccupation with talking I forgot, "cyra explained without guilt.

"Luckily, I passed from the bathroom. Try if it is a little late, this house can be a fire due to the stove exploded. You want us to die if that happens, huhh?!" ditya snapped so panicked that she saw a black puff of smoke filling the room.

Ditya just came out of the bathroom and immediately found the kitchen filled with smoke billowing filled the kitchen space that blends with the dining room.

After looking for the source of the problem, it turns out that the smoke came from a burning stove and burned a pan containing a plump egg that was as black as the eyes of a newly shaved eyebrow pencil.

Hurry to turn off the stove to avoid unwanted things.

"Sorry!"

Cyra once again apologized. Her head became shriveled somewhere. In fact, usually the girl never wants to be blamed and fight back in a barbaric way.

"Sorry not to solve the Ciciii problem ...!" grunted annoyed.

This is the third time Cyra has caused trouble.

Last week, for the first time the girl made him a dish of omelet omelette and fried tempeh gosong.

He knew it because it was for the first time.

But again, for the second time Cyra made trouble.

When the girl was washing clothes, she put a lot of soap on the washing machine that she just bought so that it made foamy soap everywhere. Not to mention his white shirt that became discolored because it was mixed with clothes that easily fade.

In fact, it's the only new white shirt he'll use at the cafe's birthday party where he works next week. The old white shirt had already been severed and the collar part of his shirt had been torn off.

And today, the worst problem Cyra has made in the past week.

"How should I go then?" great-grandson Cyra with a face down.

His fingers squeezing each other signified panic and fear of hearing Ditya's so loud snaps.

Usually Ditya's anger is not up to this level.

"Of course you have to change. You must be willing to study hard so that in the future it does not cause any more problems."

Ditya stepped into the room after putting the charred teflon he had unconsciously held since earlier.

Before closing the door, Ditya said:

Your life has changed since you decided to leave your palace and take the initiative to follow me.

With your decision, now you inevitably have to be ready to be a difficult person who everything is sought and done alone.

You must be able to act like a wife, even outside the inner living that we agreed with last time. You should be able to be economical too. Just so you know, the three hundred thousand dollars you spend every day can support me for one week."

Ditya closed the door of the room with a little bang so that it made a bedebum sound made Cyra jump so shocked.

Fifteen minutes later, Ditya came out of the room neatly with a short hem of dark blue boxes paired with blue jeans.

On his back was enclosed a backpack containing books supporting the course.

Today until the next three days Ditya will do the final semester exam.

"Once, let it go! It can be done later after school."

Ditya found that Cyra who was in school uniform was trying to clean up the charred teflon.

His heart also felt sorry to see the barbarian but spoiled girl who was usually treated like a queen and never touched the dish soap.

"By!" call Ditya softened

Cyra remained silent and still continued to rub teflon roughly.

"Cyra!" call again.

Still the silence answered.

"Stop it!" sentak Ditya's.

The arm of the girl who stood behind him until it turned towards him.

It was only after Cyra's body faced Ditya that the man was shocked.

He saw his wife crying in silence. Her tears seemed to fall down the river.

Ditya's heart seemed to be pinched to see it. For the first time he made his servant's beloved daughter cry.

Cyra must be feeling very depressed. His life changed by one hundred and eighty degrees. Girls who usually live well without a lack of anything, now have to suffer the inner pressure of following a poor husband like him.

"Here, don't cry!" said Ditya softly.

He wiped away the tears on his little wife's smooth cheeks.

For the first time, Cyra hugged her with regret. Moreover, sobs are increasingly heard in his decapitation until the hem that Ditya used was wet with tears.

"Sorry!" great-grandson Cyra lirih.

"No! I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you and scolded you like that. I just want you to learn better in the future."

Cyra's head was gently rubbed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, Ra!"

And for the first time also kissed the old forehead of the wife who was still crying in her arms.