That Barbarian girl is my wife
Long Chat

"Why did you just come home?!"

Ditya's voice rang out from the direction of the living room, as soon as Cyra opened the door of the house.

Cyra was shocked by it. Holding her chest that was immediately racing so fiercely shocked her.

"Eh, Brother! Not sleeping?!"

Cyra tried to be calm, even though there was actually a fear of her.

"You haven't answered my question yet, why did you just come home?!" ditya's grunts are upset.

"What time are you looking at?!"

Designation of a round wall clock with green frogs in the living room.

"Which school does the student come home at ten in the night, huh?!"

"Kan, this morning I told you that today I'm going home in the afternoon because I have to do group work with Zizi."

The girl was trying to find a defense.

"So early in the morning you let her go until the afternoon. Why did it arrive home until the night?! How long does it take to travel from library to house until you arrive at ten in the evening??!" ditya said he did not lose.

"What city library are you going to?!"

"That, anu, me and Zizi had stopped by somewhere first" said Cyra.

"What kind of place makes you forget about time? Can't you tell me on your phone if you want to stop by somewhere else?"

Ditya asked still with a fairly high tone of voice.

"Yes, sorry! I was wrong not to tell you again. My phone's off and forgot to bring the power bank. But really, really, I went with Zizi. If you don't believe me, Ditya can ask Zizi directly when he picks me up to school tomorrow."

"Hmmgh ...!"

Ditya breathed an annoyed breath.

However, he also let his wife go into the room.

Actually Ditya was just worried. Because, this morning the wife asked permission to go home in the afternoon to do group work with Zizi by going to the city library. But, until last dinner, Cyra hasn't come home yet.

His phone was off when he tried to call to find out where he was. So is Zizi's phone. The two girls were both unable to be contacted until Ditya felt riled up on his own.

He was even paced back and forth in the living room, occasionally looking down the street through a window that accidentally opened the curtains in case they came home.

Ditya be misgivings. Let's not say Cyra lied to her again like she's been doing all this time.

The man was afraid that Cyra would fall into a bad relationship.

***

In the morning, Cyra is ready for her school uniform. The girl was sitting on the porch of the house waiting for Zizi to pick her up.

"Not leaving yet?!"

Ditya's voice surprised him who was surfing on his fray.

"Gee!"

Cyra's jumped.

"Not yet! Still waiting for Zizi's invitation. Where are you going early in the morning?!"

He saw Ditya who was neat with a long blue shirt that rolled his arm up to the elbow.

Material black pants and fantofel shoes that he wore added to the man's good looks. Unfortunately, Cyra was unaware of that.

"Today I have a thesis hearing!" he said while removing his vespanya from the house.

He heated the White who had been left to sleep in the living room for a few days.

"Out of campus I went straight to the cafe," he continued.

"Are you healed? Sis Ditya's wounds no longer hurt??"

This morning Cyra did not smear Ditya's wounds again with ointment because the man refused him when he was about to do his job after breakfast.

"No! Just a little bit of it."

"Oh, thank goodness!"

Cyra nodded in relief.

" What time are you home?"

"Why?"

Ditya picked up his backpack that he had just placed on the terrace table next to Cyra sitting down.

"No! Just want to know! If for example I go home later that night, I don't need to cook for dinner" Cyra replied shaking her head.

"Oh!"

Ditya is ready to go. He offers Cyra to go with him.

"You're together, aren't you?!"

Cyra seemed to think he had the offer.

"Emm, I'll call Zizi for a second! Brother, don't leave yet!"

"I'm coming with Ditya!" break up Cyra after calling Zizi.

"Yu, already! The hibiscus!!"

Cyra was immediately hanged by the White guy after locking the door of the house and keep it in the usual place they took it later.

"Indeed Zizi why can't you pick it up?!"

Ditya started running his vespanya splitting the streets.

"The car wants to be used by his father. Papa Zizi's car entered the workshop because of the brake blong, he said," Cyra replied from behind Ditya's body.

Cyra's right hand hugged the man's waist so as not to fall because apparently the White was in the spirit of running after three days of silence at home.

Ditya slightly pulled her lips up to find the wife hugging her stomach.

Usually the girl just wants to hold the side of her shirt.

"Keep, what's he riding to school?!"

Ditya stroked his wife's hand using his left hand, while the right hand held the handlebar of the vespa to control it.

Cyra stiffened when the man's hand touched her. However, the next step he relaxed back. Letting her hands continue to hug the stomach of the husband who also held her hand.

"Taxi ride online!"

"Oh!"

For a moment the two fell silent with their respective minds!

"By!" call Ditya later.

"Yes?!"

"I'm sorry, yeah!"

"I'm sorry for what?" ask Cyra wonder.

"Night, I've snapped at you!"

"Oh!"

"I'm just worried about you! You're afraid to lie again just like I did" he said.

"I'm also sorry that I didn't miss Ditya again last night!" cyra lirih.

"If you may know, where were you last night after the task?!"

Ditya.

"Eh, that, we've met someone. Zizi intends to provide help in the form of clothes and a little food for people in need." answered Cyra a little stuttering.

The girl was honest with Zizi's intentions that would help people, even though Cyra was not honest about someone in the House of Heaven who had been hiding her existence.

"Other times, if you want to go wherever the saying goes, that's obvious so I don't worry. I don't want you to do anything. My burden to take care of you at your father's request is heavy. So, I beg for cooperation!"

"Yes, sorry!!" great-grandson Cyra.

"Papa's calling tonight!"

"Eh, tumblr! Papa, what's the talk?!"

"Say we have not visited for a long time" said Ditya stopped the pace of vespanya.

Now they have arrived at Cyra's school.

"Papa asked us to play there!"

It had been a long time since Cyra's debt to Zizi, they had never visited again.

Actually Ditya often persuaded Cyra, but his wife always refused with various reasons.

"When are you ready?!"

"Come away!" answer Cyra lazily.

Since marrying Ditya and leaving the house, Cyra seems to cut off relations with her family.

He gave his life completely to Ditya, although among them there were also frequent checks and disputes.

"Yes, already! Don't think too much!" ditya tried wisely.

He knew his little wife was still disappointed by his in-laws' decision.

"Don't come home tonight, yeah!"

Cyra just nodded slowly.

"Come, gih! It's bell, tuh!"

Ditya also let Cyra run into class after successfully scrambling her hair.

The man smiled to himself remembering his chatter with Cyra just now. The chat they had along the way was the longest conversation during their marriage for about four months.

In the heart of the man hopes that his domestic life with Cyra will be better in the future.

I don't know since when, but Ditya felt comfort when he was near the barbarian girl.

Ditya also revived and re-run his vespanya to continue the journey to campus with a stubborn heart because soon will conduct a trial script that was delayed.