That Barbarian girl is my wife
Tarzanabar

There was a noise coming from outside Cyra's room. The girl was so disturbed by her sleep for an hour and a half.

"Duuhh, what's the sound, anyway?! It's noisy!" he murmured while covering the pillow on both ears so as not to hear a noise.

However, instead of the voice disappearing, the more clear the noise was heard in his ears.

Apparently the noise came from the sound of pans and sutils clashing.

"Wake up, Slacker!!" yelled Ditya while continuing to flail the sutils on the small pot she used to cook boiled noodles.

"Come, wake up!!"

The pillow that hid Cyra's head, as well as the blanket that covered the girl's body.

"Iiihhh, what the hell, anyway?! It was so noisy early in the morning!" cyra was forced to wake up from her sleep for only a short time.

"Heh, lazy girl! Look at that hour, what time is it?! It was in front of Zizi to pick you up at school," Ditya jolted once again at his sutil for seeing his wife who was about to sleep again.

"Whatt?? The zizi? School??" cry Cyra hard.

The girl got out of bed and rushed out of the room to the bathroom after grabbing a towel and school uniform hanging behind her door.

"Wait for a stretch, Zii! I'll take a shower!" he shouted towards the living room where Zizi was.

"Kebo, you! I just woke up at this hour!" zizi's comments followed the shouting from the front room.

Ditya just bobbing heads looking at the behavior of the two barbarian girls. Despite the fact that his wife was much more barbaric than Zizi, his best friend.

"Can you keep your voice down, right?! Noisy, early in the morning screaming Tarzanabar kayak only," pinta Ditya.

"Hehe ...! Sorry, Brother! Uh, what?? What was that, Tarzanabar??!" pekik Zizi is getting louder.

"Ck, this is a boy! Already said do not scream, too" dumal Ditya ngeloyor to the kitchen.

Zizi got up from his seat and followed Ditya into the kitchen.

"So Brother said what, Tarzanabar?! Tarzanabar is what, anyway?!" ask the girl curious.

"Ck, just don't know!" cebik Ditya who was again busy with his cooking.

"Basic kudet! Tarzanabar that, TARZAN FEMALE BARBARIAN."

Ditya deliberately suppressed the words of Tarzan the Barbarian Betina.

"Whatt??"

Zizi glared at Ditya's explanation.

"Well, bad, brother! It seems like we are so. Where there is Tarzan Barbaric Feminine beautiful plenary our kayak. Yeah, no, Ra?"

Zizi asks Cyra for an opinion that just came out of the bathroom is neat with her school uniform.

"Know, nih, people!" tympano Cyra.

"She, Iah!"

Ditya not to lose.

"Where?!"

Zizi was even provoked by Ditya's answer which sounded serious.

"Eh, is there really?!"

Cyra was curious.

"Yes, there really is, really!" ditya answered.

"Where?"

Zizi and Cyra asked compactly.

"here! Nih, you two!"

Ditya pointed at the two curious girls while grinning.

"Whaatt??" screeched the two barbarian girls while glaring.

"Damn it! We're in Tarzanabar, Ra," Zizi's murmur.

"Bronch!"

Cyra threw her slightly wet towel over Ditya's face furiously.

"Damn it!" objurgation.

"Haha ...!"

"Eh, where are you going?"

Cyra was well-groomed with her shoes and school bag.

"Karaoke!!" answer Cyra's origin.

Ditya straight off.

"Dare you step foot in that place again, watch out!!" threaten her.

"Where else to wear this?! Go to school, come on!"

Cyra took Zizi to leave immediately.

"Come, Zi!"

"Come on!"

"But, you guys haven't had breakfast, have you?!" Here, breakfast first!" invite Ditya who has prepared three dishes of fried rice.

"No! It's si-"

"Can, deh!"

Not yet Cyra finished her sentence, Zizi nyerobot.

"We have breakfast, let's go! It's almost too late, right!" reject Cyra.

"That's because of his camel that sleeps like a kebo. Built not wake up. Yuk, ah breakfast!"

Zizi stepped towards the dining table as if she was the house lady.

"Well, why ...!"

Finally Cyra followed Zizi's footsteps towards the dining table. There is already presented one fried rice egg plok and two dishes of fried rice shrimp.

"Well, how come you got Ditya's own sister?" ask Zizi confused.

"Yes! I'm allergic to shrimp, so deliberately wear leprosy!"

Ditya began to feed the fried rice into his mouth.

"Come, eat!" bargained for.

Zizi and Cyra ended up eating fried rice made by Ditya greedily.

"Wuihh, Big Brother's fried rice is really good! May, dong sometime hitchhike breakfast again here?!"

Zizi was so quick to eat fried rice ala chef Ditya so that there was no rice left on his plate.

"Hm, thank you! Yes, yes!" ditya answered smiling.

"A plate of twenty thousand!" chirp Cyra.

"What?"

Ditya and Zizi looked at each other.

"Fried rice, Iah! If we buy in Abang Tukang nasi goreng, it is. A portion of twenty thousand," answered Cyra cuek.

The girl had just finished keeping her dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

"Basar matre, you! Everything is valued by money" said Zizi.

"Yes, Iah! Nowadays, it's all expensive."

"Keep, when are you?!"

"Ntar, if I have a husband who is torn to twist until the road has slipped so many treasures, until the road is difficult. Haha ...!!" seloroh Cyra laughed.

Ditya who heard the slurorohan Cyra was silent a thousand words. Although only joking, however, Cyra's words just now completely pierced her heart.

"St!! You, tuh!"

Zizi told Cyra to shut up and glanced at Ditya whose countenance had changed.

"Emm, sister, we both go to school first, yeah!" pamit Zizi fast.

Zizi felt bad, because of the beginning of her joke from him earlier.

"Yes! Be careful!" ditya's reply who still continues to eat it.

His face bowed at his homemade fried rice with nanar, letting the two companions go leaving his heart wound that was scratched due to the words of his sir wife just now.