That Barbarian girl is my wife
A Plate of Both

Ht ...! Ht ...! Ht ...!

Cyra knocked on Ditya's room door.

"Sir, it's dinner time! I've prepared the cooking. Let's eat first, yuk!" from outside the door.

One second ... Two seconds ...

The atmosphere in Ditya's room remained silent.

Cyra who saw the door of the room was not closed perfectly finally ventured to enter the room. The room he has so far never entered because of a privacy regulation that must be obeyed.

However, this time Cyra overruled the rules. The girl wanted to see the state of her husband who had suffered a small tragedy this afternoon.

"Sister!" call him when he's at the door.

The atmosphere of the room was so dark, because Ditya either forgot or did not deliberately turn on the lights of his room.

Cyra also groped the wall of the room near the door to look for a light switch.

Print it!!

Byaaarrr!

The atmosphere of the room was so bright when the girl managed to find and turn on the switch.

Seen by Cyra the atmosphere of the room nuanced white. Only one side of the wall is black and white stripes that are right behind the head of the bed.

Next to the bed looks a nightstand that is fused with a small vanity mirror. One closet with two doors is located on the same side of the wall as the door.

Ditya's room, which was only three and a half times three meters in size, looked neat and clean. In fact, it's neater than Cyra's room, which is supposedly a girl, who should be much more diligent than her man.

"Sister!"

Once again Cyra called Ditya who was seen still sleeping in the one hundred and forty-sized bed, still with the clothes worn earlier this afternoon.

Slowly Cyra approached the bed and sat down in front of her.

He saw the face of Ditya who began to look blackish red due to hot coffee water water this afternoon.

'It must have been very painful and very hot, ' Cyra's inner pity.

Without realizing it his right hand was stretched out to touch the face of his sir husband.

"Eugh ...!"

Ditya moaned as Cyra's fingers touched her burning cheeks.

"Sshhht ..., don't touch! Bye, Ra!" great-grandson Ditya.

"Eh, sorry!"

Cyra pulled her hand from Ditya's face.

I don't know when the man woke up. His focus was only on the cheeks he had crossed this afternoon.

Ditya got up from his sleep and sat leaning on the head of the bed.

"It sure hurts, huh?!" cyra asked looking at Ditya who looked grimacing back.

"Yes, it's hot!" ditya Sahut.

"We'll go to the doctor, yuk! Let Kak Ditya's wounds have special handling."

"No want! Smeared that ointment from you alone."

Ditya shook his head in refusal.

"But, Brother! The wound looks blistered and blackened. The fear will get worse," said Cyra worried.

"I don't want to go to the doctor! Dikasih ointment again must be healed tomorrow, too" keukeuh Ditya.

"Just as big brother, come on!"

Cyra finally gave up.

"It's time for dinner. Eat first, yuk! I was cooking."

Arriving at the dinner table, he saw a plate of stir-fry stir-fry mixed with scrambled eggs and a plate of fried tofu. From the looks of it is pretty good. There was nothing wrong in that cooking. Not like Cyra's cooking before.

"Sorry, I'm just cooking this!" cyra.

The girl's hand was busy preparing the dishes and presented before Ditya who was sitting watching.

Ditya's slightly warmed heart received the attention of his barbarian wife.

It turned out that, although barbaric, he could also be sweet.

"Thank you! That's enough too, though! And ... looks good."

Ditya also feeds a spoon of rice along with stir-fry beans mixed with scrambled eggs and fried tofu.

Slowly chew the food in his mouth to taste.

Cyra looked at it anxiously.

"Where, can it be eaten?!" tanyanya.

It has been a long time since he no longer cooks eggs that almost made his kitchen fire because he was left playing mobile phone at that time.

Since then, she has banned cooking. She just had Cyra clean the house and wash and iron the clothes.

"Heemm, are you seriously this your cooking?!"

"L-yes, Brother!"

"It's delicious, Ra! Learn to cook who are you?!"

Ditya again feed a spoonful of rice and side dishes.

The man did not think Cyra could now cook.

"Serious brother?! You're not kidding anymore, are you?!"

"Seriously, Ra! It's really delicious. You try, me!"

Ditya feeds the food of Cyra's mouth using the former spoon.

Cyra hesitantly opened her mouth.

"Why? Don't want my old spoon?! Yes, you have, you have your own food and you have rasain."

Ditya was about to feed the spoon back his mouth, but Cyra hurriedly prevented it.

"Eh, wait! Yes, I tried it!"

Cyra then opened her mouth wide and directed Ditya's hand which contained a spoon of her mouth.

"Yes, good! I don't think my cooking will be like this. I think it will be salty again," he said with a bulging mouth full of food.

"Where are you cooking classes?" tanya Ditya between her mouthfuls.

Without them realizing it, they had eaten a plate together with the same spoon. Duh, how romantic!

"I just saw in the g**gle app, really!"

"Aren't you trying your cooking?!"

"No!"

Cyra shakes.

"Fear not good, so lazy nyicipin."

"But it's really delicious! From tomorrow, you can cook again."

Ditya gave the wife a chance to cook again in the future.

"All right!"

That night the atmosphere of the dining room was warm with a couple who enjoyed a dinner plate together interspersed with small talk. Sometimes the two laughed together, whatever else they talked about, the author slept first so did not hear it again.