That Barbarian girl is my wife
Happiness and Grief

Cyra came down from the ojeg with her hands full of pockets of crackles filled with groceries.

His forehead was wrinkled in wonder.

Because, he found the White, his favorite Vespa Ditya, was parked neatly on the terrace of their rented house. It is still three in the afternoon. And this morning Ditya said he would go directly to the cafe after going to campus.

Chequek!!

"I'm home!" cyra shouted as usual.

Although there was or was no one, the girl always shouted.

"Whispering!!" namel Ditya who turned out to be lying on a long sofa in the living room.

His right hand was used to cover his face.

"Kok, Brother Ditya has come home?! Didn't you say you wanted to go straight to the cafe this morning?!"

Cyra put the bag of crackles she had taped up on the table.

He slid both feet up on the table next to the grocery bag.

Puk!

Ditya patted one of Cyra's legs hard.

"Aww!!"

Cyra complained and stroked her feet which hurt a lot because of Ditya's clapping. More precisely shocked, anyway.

"So, what the hell, sick, you know?!" dumplings.

"Let down! Not polite!" ditya's orders were firm.

"Ckk, just a minute! Tired, you know, the muter-muter street in the market nyari your order," said Cyra.

His feet were still on the table despite being warned.

Ditya who saw it from behind her hand that covered her face suddenly woke up.

"Durunins!! It's said to be your wayward, Ra!"

Without warning, Ditya immediately pulled his wife's leg down from the table.

"Slow down, dong!"

Cyra did not accept her leg being forcibly lowered.

He beats the hand of Ditya who is about to lower his foot from the table.

"Down, no!" threaten Ditya.

Cyra was still indifferent to her husband's threats.

Instead he raised another leg that was still touching the floor.

"Ciciii!!!"

Cyra immediately lowered her legs quickly.

He did not want to be sprayed more, let alone the husband had called him with the title he hated the most.

"Yes, yes, I got down" he said quickly.

"In the meantime, don't do it" he murmured.

"What did you say?! Not polite, you know?! You, you're not a girl there's any sweetness, yeah."

"It's natural, there's no sweetness, I'm not a sugar cane that contains liquid sugar."

"Ciciii!!"

Ditya glared wide.

"Yes, be a man!" murmur Cyra.

"Udah, don't get angry again later get dizzy! You're dizzy again, right?!" guess it.

"Yourhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Ditya breathed a heavy sigh.

His face was instantly gloomy for a moment.

"Sister, you haven't answered my question yet, you know!"

"Which question?!"

He glanced at the wife who had now moved to sit beside him.

Cyra reached out her hand to check the temperature for Ditya, but the man brushed off Cyra's hand that was about to touch her forehead.

"No! I'm fine!" answer's lirih.

However, despite being barbaric, Cyra was a sensitive person.

The girl knows very well that Ditya is not okay at the moment.

"Sister, honestly! Is there a problem?!"

Ditya just shook his head slowly.

"Sister!"

"Hhhhh!!"

"Say, what's wrong?"

He looked at his wife for a moment. Should he be honest?!

"Did your scriptural trial fail??"

Cyra second guessing.

Ditya.

"I graduated!"

"Well, congratulations, brother! You'll soon be a scholar."

Cyra shook Ditya's shoulder to congratulate her so happy.

"Thank you!"

Cyra nodded.

"Then, what makes you sad?!"

She saw the face of her husband who had shone earlier, but now dimmed again.

"I ..."

"Yes?!"

Cyra tried to wait patiently for Ditya's answer, even though she was very curious.

"I went to the cafe, but,"

"But why? Any problems?!"

Cyra could no longer hold back her curiosity.

"I was called manager and .. I was fired!" lirih.

"Huhh?! Fired?! You serious??"

Cyra jumped in shock.

"Seriously?!"

Cyra did not expect that today would receive happy news and sorrow simultaneously.

Happy because finally her husband passed the thesis although at first it was delayed, mun, she also had to get sad news because Ditya was fired from his job.

Fired?!

How will their lives come to the fore?!

What about the treatment of the new mother half way?!

Could it be that he had to secretly work back?!

Cyra is upset now. His brain cannot think clearly.

"By!"call Ditya to break his daydream.

"Eh, yes, Brother!" reply stuttered.

"Why you?"

"Eh, eng-nothing! I was thinking, how about we just ask Fian for help, who knows he can help us" Cyra replied trying to cover up the truth.

"No!"

Ditya balked with his thin answer to make Cyra jump.

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