That Barbarian girl is my wife
Symptoms of Heart Disease?!

Cyra breaks her body in the living room of her rented house still in her school uniform. Only his shoes and bag were removed and left lying on the floor.

His stomach feels bragged because it has spent a large glass of orange ice and a plate full of sphagetti mixed with sweet sour seasoning shrimp cafe where Ditya works.

Her memory returned to the cafe a while ago.

The flashback

After delivering orders Cyra and Zizi, Ditya resigned to return to work.

The condition of the cafe which was quite quiet returned many visitors who were mostly college children who had just returned from campus.

Cyra noticed Ditya who seemed to be pacing to serve the visitors. Sometimes the man wiped his face with the sleeve of the cafe uniform he was wearing.

His tired face tried to keep a friendly smile even though there was one customer who berated him because it was considered not working.

The customer is about to stand up from where he sits. However, his body collided with Ditya who happened to be passing by his side.

Actually, the customer was the one who got up without looking left right. But, it is common knowledge that the buyer is king. Even if it is wrong, it is still the king who is in power.

Finally there was a commotion that ended with Ditya being watered using hot coffee that was still steaming by the customer who passed without the slightest guilt.

Cyra and Zizi who witnessed the incident also felt sorry. Especially Cyra, who incidentally his wife.

Although there is still no love between the two, but pity appears in Cyra's heart.

He also ran over to Ditya who was trying to flick the tray he was holding hoping to reduce the burning heat on his face due to the coffee water earlier.

"Aren't you okay? Where's the wound, let me see!" cyra sounded panicked.

"I'm fine! Go home!" ditya ketus answered.

"But, brother, you look in pain. Come on, we'll take you to the doctor" said Zizi who was also there.

"I told you I'm fine, go home!!" loud commands.

Cyra instead of obeying Ditya's orders, she drew closer to her husband and was about to examine Ditya's facial wounds.

Before Cyra could touch her face, Ditya had already brushed off the girl's hand and ran back.

Cyra who came running the chase was prevented by other employees.

"I'm sorry, other than employees are prohibited from entering!" prevent Ditya's co-workers.

"But I'm his sister! I want to see how he is!" keukeuh Cyra's.

"Sorry!! Whoever you are, other than employees and employees of the cafe is prohibited from entering!" firmly that guy.

"Alright, Ra! Let's just go home! We'll wait at home, okay?!"

Zizi who followed Cyra tried to calm down.

"But, Zi!"

"Easy! We're going home now! Wait for him at home!"

Zizi pulls Cyra's hand and takes her home.

Actually Zizi wants to wait for Ditya's return. He was also curious about the man's face. However, a call came in from Zizi's papa. The girl was told to go home quickly because there was a new niece coming from outside the city who continued to cry for the whereabouts of her aunty.

Finally, Zizi was forced to not be able to accompany Cyra waiting for Ditya's return. He just delivered Cyra alone and immediately went home pulled by the sound of a cell phone that kept ringing asking for his whereabouts.

Flasback off

A ceklekk!!

The door opened from the outside, then entered Ditya who continued to grimace withstanding the intense heat on his face.

"Have you come home?!"

Cyra, who was lying down, woke up to welcome Ditya.

He led her husband to sit on his former sofa of lying down.

"Where I hurt, here I treat!"

Cyra immediately took the burn ointment on the table, an ointment he accidentally bought after returning from the cafe.

Ditya instead covered her face with her palm as Cyra intended to smear her face.

"I'm fine!" tepiss.

"But, brother, your face is flushed almost blistering. If not treated immediately, it will get worse, persuaded Cyra.

"I told you I ..."

Cyra immediately silenced Ditya's mouth with her left palm while her right hand directly applied the burn ointment to her husband's face.

"Ssth ...! Be quiet! Don't grimace if it doesn't hurt!" snapper Cyra.

"If the grimace is a sign of pain. And that means it has to be treated immediately" he said.

Ditya was immediately speechless and let the wife who nagged him treat the wound.

Although barbaric, but apparently his wife's attention as well.

"Shhhh!!" ringis Ditya because he thinks Cyra is too rough to smear the wound so that it adds to the pain.

"Slow down! groaning lirih.

"L-yes, sorry!"

Cyra also slowed down his movements.

The deg!

The deg!

The hearts of the two were racing as their eyes met and locked. Could both be experiencing symptoms of heart disease?!

Moreover, the faces of the two were now quite close. In fact, the breath of both of them could feel each other.

"Have-been!" chirp Cyra stopped his smearing movement.

He also released his left hand which apparently without realizing it continues to silence the husband's mouth.

His gaze was cut off which had been locked by turning his eyes to the other direction.

"Thank you!" said Ditya grasped the hand of his wife who was used to silence him

"L-yes!"

Cyra felt blushed.

"I go to the room first, yeah, change clothes," she said.

Hurriedly he got up from his seat and immediately moved towards the room.

Holding her chest that was still beating faster than usual after staring at Ditya's face up close just now.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Ditya also felt the same way.

The mouth that Cyra had touched. He smiled to himself as his cheeks suddenly warmed up, adding a red hue to his face that was burning with coffee.