That Barbarian girl is my wife
Kiss the Husband's Hand

It's been three days with permission to rest since the incident the other day at the cafe. Three days later, Cyra took good care of her wound and cooked her some food before she left for school.

Like this morning, for example.

Cyra just finished cooking Ditya's favorite fried chicken rice.

"Sir, breakfast is ready!" he screamed from the kitchen.

Ditya who was still in the room went straight out to the dining table when she heard the wife scream.

"What did you cook this morning?"

Ditya dropped his body in the chair facing the kitchen.

Cyra was preparing breakfast on a serving plate.

"This morning I made my sister's favorite fried chicken rice. You know, it's delicious isn't it?!"

Cyra put down a plate filled with fried rice.

"Wuihh, it looks good!" exclaimed Ditya so that a serving plate containing fried rice was placed in front of him.

"Tunngu for a second, I'll take the plate first!"

The girl went back to the kitchen to pick up the dishes for Ditya to use.

" Sister have breakfast first, I want to get ready!"

Cyra then enters the room to change her clothes with school uniforms.

Fifteen minutes later, the girl was tidy with her uniform and school bag.

"Today I want to do group work with Zizi, maybe come home in the afternoon!" he put on his shoes and got ready to go.

"Aren't you having breakfast?!"

"Later on, get dikantin! Zizi just arrived. Afraid of delay."

"But you haven't dyed the ointment yet, you know!"

"Wear it yourself, yes!" cyra said to move to the terrace.

"No!" reject Deny Very fast.

"But you can't leave if you don't apply the ointment first."

"Ck, you spoiled bastard!" cyra Midget.

However, he also stopped his steps out of the house.

He turned towards the dining table after grabbing the burn ointment on the tivi in the living room.

"Wildamah! Spoiled by his own wife," said Ditya smiling.

"While you olein the ointment, I bribe you for breakfast. Come, aaa ...," Ditya ordered with a spoonful of fried rice directed at Cyra's mouth.

Without much debate, Cyra immediately opened her mouth to take a mouthful of fried rice.

They finally shared with each other.

Cyra rubs the ointment on Ditya's cheek, while Ditya feeds Cyra breakfast.

"Udah, ah! I'm done with the paint!"

"Again, one more bribe!"

Ditya.

Finally Cyra opened her mouth again accepting her last mouthful.

Ditya thrust his glass for Cyra to drink.

"I'm leaving now, yeah!" pamit Cyra's.

"Eitts, wait a minute, dong!"

He pulled Cyra's bag from behind.

"Otherwise, anyway?!" sumpul Cyra was upset.

"Zizi's in front, huh!"

Cyra hears the sound of Zizi's car horn indicating the girl is already on the road ahead of the house.

"It!"

Ditya took something from his training pants pocket and put it in Cyra's hand that he had held.

"What is this?!" ask the girl in wonder.

"Pocket money for you to buy lunch."

"But yesterday is leftover!"

"Buet lunch! You said you were going home this afternoon doing group work with Zizi?!"

"Oh! Ok, thanks!" cyra nodded.

"One more!" prevent Ditya when Cyra is about to pass.

"Otherwise??"

"This one hasn't!"

Ditya thrust his right hand so that his wife salim.

"Go up first, brother! Emmuach!"

Cyra shook Ditya's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"Udah satisfied?!" ask Cyra greget.

"Hehe ...!" ditya's grin looks at Cyra's manyun face.

"Don't manyun, kiss the husband's hand is a reward, you know!"

"Know, ah! Onion! Go first, daaagh ...!"

Cura immediately ran away from the house pulled by the sound of a long horn from Zizi.

While Ditya just shook his head looking at the behavior of his barbarian wife.

His lips curled up a smile given his closeness to his wife lately.

There is also a silver lining behind the tragedy of hot coffee watering in the cafe where he worked three days ago.