That Barbarian girl is my wife
Dream Rain

Cyra arrived home at five in the afternoon. He was forced to help his friends to some former race first.

"Flameuuhh!"

Cyra dropped her body across her single bed covered in sheets of moon and yellow stars. His feet were still wearing shoes dangling by the side of the bed.

"Huh!! It's comfortable!"

He stretched out his hands as if he was measuring the length of the bed.

His eyes closed enjoying the softness of the bed after a day is tired of doing many activities at school.

Since Cyra was married to Ditya two months ago, the girl has been able to prove to all her teachers and parents that she can turn out to be a good student.

He also never skipped again.

Moreover, the threat of his father who will send him to the village if it still applies as before, likes to ditch and fight with other students both female and male.

However, unfortunately the good changes only occur in the school environment. Outside of school, his behavior gets worse. Now the association is even with punk children who incidentally like to hang out on the side of the road and like speeding on the streets.

Cyra increasingly close his two eyelids exposed to the breeze from a fan that swirled over the ceiling of his room.

Because Cyra sleeps, he even dreams if he is sleeping on his back in a soft green grass.

However, suddenly a cloud came covering the green earth.

"Cyra, wake!"

Cyra's vegetables heard people calling her. However, the girl did not bully him. Cyra actually more curled up in the green grass comfortably.

"Hey, Cici Meong! Banguuunn ...!!!" yell that voice again.

The sky is getting cloudy. Drops and drops of water fell on Cyra's face.

Cyra wiped her wet face with the sleeves of her uniform that had not been replaced. Just now he wiped his face, back water droplets fell on his face.

The longer the drops of water turned into a fairly heavy rain. But strangely, only the area of his face that was wet was hit by rain that made Cyra excited because of it.

Byuurr!!

"Happ ...! Hapff ...!"

Cyra wakes up from her sleep.

Sleep on?! Yep! Apparently Cyra fell asleep until the morning without taking off her shoes and changing her uniform. Then, the dream of rain just now why can it feel so real?!

"Hey, get up, Idler!"

A voice resuscitated him from his attitude.

"Sir Dityaaa ...!" cyra shouted after waking up.

He saw Ditya already standing in front of him with a dipper.

"Why is it watered, anyway?! Wet know!!" grunted annoyed.

He saw his bed that was slightly wet with water from the dipper that Ditya poured on him.

"When you sleep, don't be like a dead man. Comeon, wakeup! It's morning already. We have to go to Papa's house now!" ask Ditya while pulling the girl's hand to wake up immediately.

"Who is like a dead man?!" murmur Cyra.

"Well, the evidence was built from earlier not waking up."

"Where do I know?! You should have been there. Gegara you are not there, papa is angry and ask Kak Fian to contact you. If your phone is dead, why?! Besides this morning I gave you a message, didn't you read it?!"

Cyra was astonished. Tumben-tumbenan papa told me to come. Usually asking for news is not.

Ditya nudged his little wife's forehead squashy. Not answering, but dumb.

"Hisses! Sick, know?!"

Cyra stroked her forehead which was quite painful.

"Partially, asked instead of answering is dumb."

"Papa's angry? What message??"

Cyra still did not understand Ditya's intentions.

"Git-yeeghh!!"

Ditya clenched his hand and pretended to hit Cyra.

"See this!"

Ditya pulled Cyra's hand towards the door.

"Look! I wrote a message here as per your request because according to the agreement the room is our respective privacy space."

"Eh, but why are you in my room now?! A violation! You're fined. Then next week you have to take another break. Asyiik, I bebaaasss ...!!!"

Cyra stretched her hand into the air.

"Don't do it!!" ditya protest.

"Mistake yourself you're playing in my room, weeee ..."

Cyra poked her tongue out.

"Yes, I, just wake you up. Who told you to sleep like a dead man?!"

"Have nothing to sleep on as a dead man."

"Kay what? Kayak kebo??"

"Brank ...!"

Cyra throws him with a pillow in his bed.

"Stop!"

Ditya catches the pillow that Cyra threw and puts it back in the basket.

" Go take a shower, gih! We're at papa's place now."

"But I, I have to go to school" elak Cyra.

"You'll permit a day. Instead of later papa getting angry with us," said Ditya passed from Cyra's room.

He also has to prepare. He himself woke up late because last night the party finished at twelve. Plus the time to clean up, Ditya finally arrived at home at half-two in the morning.

If it wasn't for the call from Alfian that kept bothering him, Ditya might not have woken up. His intention today he permission to rest all day at home, in fact he had to bring the princess back to his country today.