That Barbarian girl is my wife
The Bats are Searching for Guava, Not the Bamboo is Looking for bats

In order to make up for her guilt for coming home late last night, Cyra decided to go home early today.

As soon as the school bell rang, Cyra rushed out of class.

"Eh, Ra, wait!" shouted Zizi who was still busy inserting his stationery.

"the hunt! I have to go straight home! Today is my schedule, Zi!"

Despite being in a hurry, Cyra was still faithfully waiting for the friend.

"Where, last night Brother Ditya was angry, not the same as you?!"

Zizi immediately aligned his steps after he had run to catch up.

" Had been angry, but it was better this morning! He also apologized to me because last night he snapped at me" Cyra said.

"Thankful, huh! I'm afraid you're being scolded again."

"It gets angry, anyway. But, just as I explained the reason why we got home late, he was instantly silent. Yes, I rushed into my room. He was afraid he was angry again. Hehe ...!" cyra Grin.

"So, what did you go on this morning?!"

Since morning Zizi had not had time to chat, because they were busy cheating on home duties on his friend because last night both of them forgot to do their PR.

"Submitting your call, I immediately left with Brother Ditya. Not bad, ngirit ten thousand to ride the angkot."

"Now you're enjoying, y ride the angkot?!"

"Yes, what else, I had to! To get money to buy medicine."

Zizi immediately understood the word 'buy medicine' that Cyra meant.

Yes, Cyra had to buy medicine to treat her mother to recover quickly.

Because now it is no longer working, Cyra must really reduce the allowance given by Ditya every day.

The allowance he collected to redeem the medicines that his mother needed.

Even without him to make up for it, the drug will still be given because the community has guaranteed. It's just that Cyra doesn't want to overburden her community.

As much as possible he will help cure the mother with his own money so that the money that should be his mother's ration can be for other purposes.

It was very hard for Cyra at first.

He who used to live a luxurious and fretful life, now as much as possible should refrain from snacking too often for the sake of his pocket money immediately collected.

Sometimes Cyra also had to bring supplies. Lucky he had a good friend like Zizi.

The girl always helps him in every difficulty, even often treat him snacks to the point that Cyra feels ashamed of herself.

"Go home with me, yeah!" tawang Zizi's.

Now they are in front of the school. The two were waiting for the vehicle that would take them home.

The difference is, Zizi had booked a taxi online, while Cyra waited for a light blue public transportation whose route passed through the front road of his rented.

"No, thanks! I'm riding an angkot! I'm gonna have to stop by the market for some vegetable shopping for supplies in the next few days."

Last morning after breakfast, Ditya bought him shopping money for food needs a week ahead.

Actually if not being awaited pounding at home, Zizi just want to accompany Cyra shopping as usual.

Unfortunately, the pinakan is still at home and likes to fuss if the tantenya is not coming home.

Not long after the departure of the o line taxi that took Zizi away, the angkot he was waiting for passed.

Cyra immediately went up after stopping her by waving her hand.

"Market, yes, sir!" cyra said so the traditional market that was open until that afternoon was only two hundred meters ahead.

"Well, Neng!"

The driver nodded.

"Beautiful, how do you want to be rough, anyway, Neng?!" ledek the brother kernet who was the age of her husband.

"Forced, Bang! Instead of not eating," said Cyra smiling.

"Can, can you order onlen, Neng! nowadays, that's it! Any message left from hape, test-ujug orders to the front door of the room," continued the brother kernet.

"Who said, Bang, delivered to the front room?! Sobak knows, ah!"

"Yes, Neng!" timpal mothers who also want to go down on the market.

"Mother's son for example. He ordered onlen clothes, and they were sent home. Well, from the door of the house just ask Mom who leads to the front of the room."

"Haha ...! Yes, right, my Neng wasn't wrong just now?!"

Brother Kernet was happy his answer was justified by the housemaids.

Cyra thinks she's not a maid, lha wong dandyannya already kayak employer only.

"Yes too, anyway! Someone likes it that way."

Cyra so remember, long ago when he was living in a big house, he liked it so when buying goods through online messages.

When the delivery of goods comes, the baby who receives at the door of the house. And the baby is also sent to the front of the room, sometimes even in the room.

"The times have changed a lot. In the past, if you want or need something we have to go buy to the seller. But, now back. The seller comes to the buyer. Hadeuh!!"

The brother kernet bobble head.

"Yes, right, Bang! Like kampret(bat), tuh, kampretnya nyari guava, not the jambunya nyari kampret. Not like this now, the food is running out of the address that wants to eat," the mother jokes.

The contact that was in the questionnaire that had only been a listener laughed.

"Haha ...!"

It could be, the mothers.

***

By the way about guava, so remember in the kayaknya there is still guava.

Nyari first, ah let rich kampret nyari guava.

Uh, uh, keep me the same as a shucks, is that it?!😂😂