That Barbarian girl is my wife
Debts

All day both Cyra and Ditya were busy with their activities.

Cyra was busy with his committee in order to commemorate the anniversary of the independence of the Republic of Indonesia in his school.

Meanwhile, Ditya is busy taking care of everything in the cafe where he works because of the anniversary of the establishment of the cafe, which will only start at eight pm later.

However, even so, Ditya had to leave this morning with other employees.

Drrta! Drr!!

Both Cyra and Ditya get message notifications on their phones in different places.

Cyra whose phone was changed to silent mode was not aware of any incoming message notifications.

While Ditya who knows there is a message via the WA application, immediately read it.

His forehead looked wrinkled, then replied to the message.

"I can't come, brother! My cafe is celebrating my birthday. And I'm trusted to be the chairman of the event committee. Didn't I tell you last night?! Sorry!, I can't come!"

Five minutes of no chat reply, Ditya put his phone again into his black pants pocket.

"Oh, yes, I forgot! I must remind the barbarian cat not to forget, "the monologue.

Ditya took back his phone and dialed someone's number.

From the first to the third ring, there was no response.

Finally he wrote a message and sent it to that person.

"Dit, you're called Mr. Manager of his room now," cried Ucil marucil from the direction of the cashier.

"OK!"

Ditya forms the letter O with his thumb and index finger.

He immediately went to the superior's room without looking back at his phone if it turns out the message sent has not been read.

***

"You sure you told them to come home?"

Mr. Bayu Purnama is sitting in the middle room with his son and son-in-law and grandson who are busy playing robots.

"Already, really, Pa! Fian called them. I sent them a message too. Only Ditya answered my message. But, he could not come because he became the chairman of the cafe birthday committee where he worked. As for Cyra, let alone retaliate. Just reading my message no," Alfian murmured.

"Hm!"

Mr. Bayu heaved a heavy sigh.

"Yes, already! If anyone comes, call Papa. If you don't come tomorrow, you pick them up to go home" he ordered sniffed and got up from his seat.

His feet fell out of the work room and disappeared in there.

"Good, Pa!"

"What's the matter, honey?! Why did Papa suddenly ask Cyra and Ditya to come home? Keep going, Papa kayak's face held back that emotion" asked Kinanthi as he watched his son's movements.

"Hm!!"

Alfian inhaled a deep breath of air then exhaled it violently.

"Whoopuuhh!!"

"Darling, what's wrong?"

Kinanthi grew curious because her husband closed his eyes while leaning on the sofa he was sitting on.

"Darling!"

Kinanthi stroked her husband's arm slowly.

"Cyra, Honey ..."

"Cyra why, anyway?!"

" Papa says, Cyra owes Zizi, baby!"

Alfian turned to Kinanthi. His head was placed on his wife's shoulders. His head is beating dizzy.

Today in Alfian's office always get angry with the papa. But he doesn't know anything.

Alfian is now working in the office to be the representative of Mr. Bayu. The cafe he once managed is now presented to Kinanthi's younger brother, who is bernana Zainal, or rather called Zain. Better and better, he said.

"debt? How many?"

"Ten million!" fian answered stretching out his ten fingers.

"What's ten million for?! Then, do you know where your sister owes Zizi?!"

"Zizi himself contacted Papa and asked him to meet our cafe. I don't know what they're talking about. But, after Zizi left, Papa looked so angry that his hands were clenched."

"Cyra must have borrowed money from Zizi for her needs. Why don't you just pay off the debt?! Poor Cyra. It must be because Ditya is unable to support it, so Cyra dared to owe."

Kinanthi.

"Sorry, yes, dear! Not insulting or anything. In terms of your sister, you have been living a luxurious life with a treasure, it continues suddenly she has to live and live with a husband who .., well, you know for yourself the condition. Must be distressed Cyra. Want to ask the same we maybe he's shy about talking about it. Yes, no?!"

"Eitherway! I also don't know, so last night I asked Papa to call Ditya and tell them to go home.

If it's just ten million dollars, Papa must be a small thing. Papa will pay it off soon. The question is, why does his face seem to hold back anger?! Or, is there something I don't know?!"

Alfian faced his wife asking for an answer.

"Well, how do I know? Kan, who was told Papa was you, honey, not me."

Kinanthi shrugged her shoulders in ignorance.