That Barbarian girl is my wife
The Four Bribes

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

Cyra knocked on Ditya's room door.

"Sir, dinner's ready!"

Cyra told me dinner was ready.

After the conversation, Cyra decided to do her homework right away.

In addition to now taking care of the house, she also felt sorry to see her husband was not excited.

Cyra tells Ditya to rest in his room.

"Sister!" call him again.

Not getting an answer, Cyra decides to go to Ditya's room.

There is actually a ban on entering their rooms. But, sometimes they violate the rules they make themselves, especially if the times are like now.

"Sister, I'm in, yeah!"

Without waiting for a response, Cyra immediately opened the door and left it open as she walked in.

"Sir Ditya, are you still sleeping? It's dinner time. Eat first, yuk!"

Cyra approached the carved wooden bed where the husband was lying down.

"Yes, geez!! Sick brother?!"

Cyra panicked as she touched Ditya's arm which felt hot.

Intentions want to wake up, it's the heat that he got.

He touched the man's forehead to make sure.

"It's hot!" muttered.

"Sister, wake up, brother!"

The girl patted softly the smooth cheeks of her husband who diligently shaved.

"Guighh!!"

Ditya nodded slowly.

"Sister, wake! Eat first, yuk! After that, you should check in to the hospital. You have a fever, brother."

"Water," said Ditya.

Cyra quickly ran to the kitchen to get a drink, because the water bottle in Ditya's room was empty.

"This is the water, brother! But you wake up first!"

Cyra put the glass to the nightstand next to the bed.

Assisted Ditya to get up and lean on the head of the bed.

"It's drinking!"

He also drank with a glass still held by Cyra.

"It's over!" said slowly.

"Why didn't Ditya say he was sick? To the hospital, yuk!"

Ditya shook slowly.

"No need! It will be better, too" he refused.

"But your fever is very high, brother, yuk!"

"No way!"

He refused to be taken to the hospital.

"Yes, already! Then eat it, yeah. I'll get it for a second!"

Cyra's back in the kitchen.

Three minutes later he returned to Ditya's room with a tray of rice, vegetable soup and butter-grilled chicken that he had made.

"Come, open his mouth! Aaa ...!"

Cyra feeds a spoon of rice that has been mixed with soup sauce.

"Open his mouth wide, dong!" his question when Ditya just opened his mouth a little.

"Come, A again!"

He opened his mouth a little wider.

"It's over!"

The man's hand rejected the spoon in front of his mouth.

"Now also two bribes, the time is already."

Cyra forced a spoonful of her mouth.

"Bitter!"

"Huh?! Masa, is it bitter?!"

"Ah, not bitter! Nice, really!" he said after feeling his cooking.

"It must be because Kak Ditya is sick again, this is why his mouth feels bitter."

"Let's eat again! Later also bitter long ago, "persuade Cyra.

"No way!"

Dita shook her head at the sign of rejection.

"Now Brother Ditya choose, spend the food or to the hospital?!" cyra Threat.

"Not both!"

"Ck! You stubborn!" murmur Cyra.

"Eat five more bribes or I'll force you to the hospital!" threatened again.

"Emmmh!"

Ditya silenced his mouth with his left palm, refusing a bribe.

"Ok, I'm calling a cab, tell us to take us to the hospital right now."

Cyra put down the tray and was about to leave the room.

However, his hand was pulled by Ditya so that the girl would not call a taxi.

"All right, one more bribe!"

Ditya tried to bargain.

"Five bribes!"

"Two!"

"Five!" answer Cyra keukeuh.

"Three bribes, yes!" ditya Bay.

"There is no bargaining. If you don't want to eat another five mouthfuls, I'll call the doctor who told you to come."

"Four, man!" Ditya.

"Emm, okay! Four more bribes later on."

Cyra finally gave up.

Rather than not eating at all, he thought.

"Come, open his mouth!"

Cyra again took the tray and placed it on her lap.

While he himself was sitting on the bed near Ditya sitting on his back.

"Open his mouth wide!"

Aaa...

"Well, I see, the cake from earlier. No need to waste energy on debate."

Cyra again spooned the rice and vegetable soup, as well as the chicken he had been swirling, a spoon full.

"Mostly!" ditya protest.

"No protest! I have to be angry!"

"That's not four bribes, Ra! One plate his name," Ditya saw his wife scooping rice one plate with only four spoons until her mouth bulged full of food.

" Hope ...!"

Cyra giggles.

"If not, you don't want to eat! The important thing is, it's four bribes. Well, here's the drink!"

The girl held out a glass.

"Geek!!"

Suddenly Ditya felt nauseous.

"Eh, uh, don't throw up!" cry Cyra panicked.

"Hold, don't be vomiting. Honey, it's hard to get in!"

"Jeek!!"

Returning nausea.

"Stoopp!! Don't get..tahin!"

Cyra immediately limped when she saw the rice that had just entered Ditya's stomach come out again.

The most that makes the girl ngenes, all the contents of Ditya vomit the lap of Cyra who is still sitting in front of him.

"Sorry!!" my son feels guilty.

His pale face grew pale looking at the look on his wife's face that seemed to hold back emotions.

***