That Barbarian girl is my wife
Anger Pak Bayu

Cyra did not go to school. The girl was forced to go to the doctor on the grounds of stomach pain. In fact, the real reason is to ask for a certificate from the doctor so that Cyra gets permission from the school not to enter.

And here he is now, in the luxurious house he has left for two months. It was great to be able to set foot again in his parents' palace. How not?!

After being forced to follow her husband out of

home, the father even forbade him to always come. It was only these moments when asked that the girl could go home freely.

Although in his heart came various questions, why did the father suddenly ask him to come home? Could he be told to stay in that house again?!

Ah, nevermind!

I can go back home and I think Cyra is very happy.

"Yuuu ...!" his screams ran up to Bi Inah who was wiping the glass of the display case where the cup was stored in the living room.

"Non Cyraa!!!"

Bi Inah who was shocked because of the embrace of her mistress to drop her kemoceng and washcloth.

"Sorry, Yung! The kangeeen."

Cyra further tightened her embrace on the middle-aged woman.

"Alaaahh, say kangen. People meet almost every day if again ask for du .., eemmpf ...!"

Cyra immediately smothered Bi Inah's mouth.

"Sttt!! Don't be so hard, dong, Bi! Don't let the house hear. Especially Papa," whispered slowly.

"Sorry, Non! But ..."

"Huussst!! Quiet, deh, Yung!" cyra Threat.

Bi Inah only nodded because her mouth was still smothered.

"Well, that's it, dong!"

Cyra immediately took off his stew.

"Yung, please, dong make me drink! The seger, yes! Thirsty, nih," orders Cyra while dropping his body in the middle room sofa.

He took a big screen tv remote and switched it off. His favorite tv wave.

"Hmm, comfortable!" cyra Gumam.

His legs were propped up on the table, while his body was half-lying on the back of the sofa, as was his custom before leaving the house.

However, Cyra's comfort apparently did not last long.

"Ekhm!"

Deheman's voice came from the direction of the papa's office.

"Good! Coming to the house of people there is no courtesy. Has your husband never taught you manners?!"

"Eh, Papa! Hehe ..., sorry!" cyra said while greeting Mr. Bayu who walked towards him.

"Okay, Pa! Cyra was always like this, right, Pa?!"

"That was, as long as you were Papa's responsibility. You are now the responsibility of your husband. It should be him who educates you and rebukes you if there are mistakes or bad behavior. Where's she?!"

"Who does Papa mean??"

"Of course Ditya, your husband. Where's dia? Didn't I tell you, you two should come?!"

Pak Bayu sat on a single sofa opposite Cyra. Their distance was only blocked by the glass table.

"Oh! There, he was still out there again picked up the phone from his Advisor, he said," said Cyra.

Coinciding with Cyra replied, Ditya appeared from the front.

"Well, there it is!" point at Cyra with her chin.

"Get me morning, Pa!" greet Ditya while kissing her father-in-law's hand.

"Sorry, I didn't go in! There was a call from the Advisor on the thesis material. Sorry we just arrived! Yesterday Ditya was having a task from superiors that could not be represented. So, I was forced to not be able to come according to Papa's call," said Ditya gave an excuse.

"Sit, Dit!" mr. Bayu's orders.

He sat next to his wife, who was still resting her feet on the table.

"Ra, put your feet down! Not polite!" ditya half whispered.

Cyra's feet made the girl stir.

"Ouch! Apaan, the hell playing tabok-tabok," the girl murmured.

"Let your feet down!" ditya's orders once again.

This time her speech was deliberately hardened so that her in-laws would hear all of you.

"Cyra, didn't you hear your husband?!" Mr. Bayu chimed in.

"Ck, yes, yes!!"

With ogah-ogahan finally Cyra lowered his foot from the table.

"Look, Dit, there is actually something important that I have to talk to you about Cyra," said Mr. Bayu began the conversation.

"Eh! About Cyra? What's Papa mean?" shock Cyra.

Ditya was also curious about what his father-in-law would say.

"I heard Cyra owes her friend money, did you know that?"

Mr. Bayu glanced at Cyra who felt surprised.

"Hu-debt? What debts? Howmany? And to whom?" tanya Ditya.

Cyra sat next to him with a probing look.

"Eee, that's ..."

Cyra was confused to answer with what reason.

"So, you don't know your wife owes you money?!"

Ditya just shook his head slowly. She herself was shocked to hear Cyra had a debt. Wh-what for??

"Ck, Cyra!" decak Pak Bayu looks disappointed.

"I thought you owed that much money because you negotiated with your husband first. And Papa thinks you're doing it for your household needs. In fact you spent it just for fun with your hoodlum friend."

"If I may know, how much does Cyra owe, Pa?" Ditya.

"He owes Zizi ten million. Yesterday Zizi came to Papa because he wanted to ask Papa for the receivables because your wife couldn't get them back."

"What?? Ten milliona??!" his throat was so shocked.

"Is that right, Ra?" tanyanya trying to suppress the wrath.

His face held shame and was extremely.

Shame, because as a husband he is not good at giving his wife's living according to his luxurious life. And angry that Cyra dared to do it behind his back as if he was insignificant and useful for nothing.

"Cyra!"

This time, Ditya's voice was louder.

"Yes! I do owe Zizi ten million. But I did all of that for a reason" cried Cyra upset at being cornered.

She thought she was being told to go home for what, in fact, was only to find the anger of her father and husband.

"The reason?!"

Ditya still did not accept the act of Cyra who secretly owed behind him.

"The reason is of course because I need money while you're not a husband! I ask for pocket money just as you always have a lot of reasons and get your talk every day. I got bored of it. Where is the pocket money a little, again," said Cyra fiery.

Ditya whose emotions have been ignited can not control themselves anymore.

"Slightly said?! Every day I always give you three hundred thousand for your allowance, excluding data packages and everything else. You just said?!"

Ditya even to forget the existence of the father-in-law and the place where they are today. His emotions really can not be dammed again after hearing the sentence Cyra who said it was not becus to be husband.

"Even three hundred thousand money I can buy food for the next few days while you spend it in a day," he continued with a slightly decreased tone.

It was only when they realized they were at his father-in-law's house.

" Of course it is! Papa used to give me a million every day, well, you're only three hundred thousand. Of course less, it is! Less is more!"

Cyra's sentence this time immediately dropped his pride to the bottom of the abyss.

Ditya had forgotten the fact that the wife was the son of the sultan which all he could get. One million dollars was meaningless to the girl, let alone three hundred thousand??

"Is that true Cyra?!" ask Mr. Bayu who has not been since when standing near them.

"Yes, Pa! Ditya gave me an allowance of only three hundred thousand. Where's enough, Pa?!" Cyra defended herself.

"And for lack of money do you owe Zizi?"

"Yes!"

"And for less reason, you always call Biyungmu secretly to ask for money?!!" added Pak Bayu again.

"Eh! How did Papa know that?"

Cyra raised her face up because of her sitting position, while her papa stood up.

"Jawab only! Is that all right?!" bentak Pak Bayu's.

"Yes, Pa!"

Plaque!

Suddenly a slap landed on Cyra's smooth cheek. Of course it was the papa.

"That's for the lack of your teachings that dare to secretly blackmail Bi Inah and dare to owe behind your husband."

Plakk!!

Another slap on the cheek that was not hit by a slap.

"And this for the lack of your teaching has dared to insult and insult your husband. If he's not good at taking care of you, he won't be desperately banging bones and willing to always work until late at night. And the money you say is JUST that, it's just all he can spend on you. He had to share it with his own needs. Not to mention the cost of college. If not for taking care of you, Ditya should have completed the script from last month. And it's delayed because of the cost of the script he shared with you."

Mr. Bayu sounded trembling from holding back the anger. In fact, his breath was even breathless.

"Where does Papa know all that??"

This time Ditya asked.

"You think? You think Papa will hands off with your lives?! Nah! Papa's always watching you two. "

"Even Papa who has secretly helped you in every cafe where you work held an event, because Papa was the one who gave the envelope through your manager," said Mr. Bayu.

Mr. Bayu turned to look at his daughter in pain holding both cheeks.

"Papa knows all your life outside of school, Cyra. Don't think Papa didn't know you were hanging out with that punk kid. What do you want to be, Cyra?!"

Cyra just looked down inside. He forgot that the papa was a bear who could pay anyone to watch his movements.

"Ditya, take your wife home! Educate him, teach him to really be a woman who can put his position srbagai a wife. Don't ever bring him back here before he changes" he said in a cold tone.

"Good, Pa! We're going home now!"

Ditya also rose from his seat. Cyra's hand was drawn to stand up to follow him.

Cyra, who was frightened by her father's attitude, plus the pain in both of her cheeks, was only able to remain silent according to her.

On the way home, the two were silent with each other's thoughts.

Arriving at home, Ditya went straight to the kitchen to take a handkerchief towel and ice water and brought her to Cyra's room.

"Here, I compress the wound!"

He pulled Cyra to sit on the bed.

"Let me alone! You out!"

Cyra took the handkerchief from Ditya's hand.

The girl became quiet after coming home from the papa's house. Fortunately, his brother and sister-in-law were not at home, so they did not witness the incident.

"Ra! Ever since you married me two months ago, you've been my responsibility now. You no longer need to secretly ask Auntie. Poor thing! You can ask me nicely. If it's for your useful needs, I'll try even if I have to wait until I'm there."

Dita tried to talk without emotion.

"And if you want to go into debt, let me know. Don't let it go like this again."

He held his wife's cheek. He felt sorry and guilty. Because of her, Cyra got a slap from her father-in-law, even twice.

"Sorry! Because of me you've become like this. Pardon me! I can't give you the life you deserve from your family all along. And sorry! Because I've brought you into my life full of poverty" said Ditya.

His eyes suddenly reddened holding tightness in his chest.

"But I promise, I will try harder to get all your needs met. I'm sorry, I can't make you happy."

She leaves Cyra alone in her room. Her tears were slowly shedding.

Why would he have to live a life like this, for the sake of a return??!

He entered his room to change his work clothes. This afternoon he had to replace his friend again because his parents entered the hospital and had to wait for him.

"Ra, I'm off to work now! If you want to have lunch, the food I have prepared at the dinner table, yes," she said from outside the door of Cyra's room.

Ditya did not want to enter Cyra's room too often which became his privacy place. He also wanted to let the girl herself reflect on her mistakes.