That Barbarian girl is my wife
Curious

Ditya opened his eyes and smiled happily.

How not?! This morning he woke up immediately treated to the view of his wife's beautiful face.

During their four-month wedding, just last night they slept one bed for the first time. Yep. Sleep in the real sense.

But even so, Ditya was very happy. He could embrace the body of his barbarian wife without the slightest refusal.

And Ditya hopes that there will be good progress in their marriage relationship. And Ditya also hopes that someday they can approve their marriage in a state manner.

"Guighh!!"

Cyra bellowed while stretching out her two hands specially waking up.

"Gee!"

The girl was shocked when her right hand touched something.

"Sir Ditya?! Why are you in my room?!" pekik.

Apparently when stretching his hand earlier hit the man's face.

"Wake up, right?! Now take a good look, who's room right now?!"

Cyra immediately rolled her eyes throughout the room. He only realized that he was the one sleeping in Ditya's room.

"Eh, sorry!"his great-grandson.

"I forgot you asked me to sleep here last night. Uh, by the way, is Ditya okay?!"

Cyra remembered the reason why she was asked to sleep in the room.

"Hmm, mengedan! It's not fever anymore, but still a little dizzy" replied Ditya.

"Son Ditya, you're being stubborn! Try if last night immediately wanted when invited to the doctor, must have healed now," said Cyra while rising from his sleep.

"Where are you going?"

Ditya pulled Cyra's body to fall back.

"Yes, wake up, please! Here, it's morning. I have to go to school, brother!"

"What day have you forgotten?!"

Ditya asked with a little whisper in Cyra's ear which now returned to the bed next to him.

"Saturday, right?!"

"Yet Saturday you go to school?! It's not like school's usually five days, is it?!"

"Not really, anyway!"

"So, why did you say you wanted to go to school?!"

"Hehe ...! Kirain Kak Ditya forgot the day because of illness."

"Me, I'm sick of acid reflux, Cici! Not a memory loss."

Ditya menoyor Cyra's forehead.

"Oh! Sick, know?!"

"Already, don't bully too much early in the morning. Mending sleep again, I'm so kind right now."

She hugged back like last night.

The difference is, if last night the man hugged Cyra from behind, this morning he hugged the wife from the front so they faced each other.

The faces of the two stared at each other in silence.

"Mm, Brother!"

Cyra opened the voice, breaking the silence that had been created for a while.

"Hm!" muttered Ditya.

The man was still looking at Cyra's face that was getting here more and more look dull.

"By!"

Now it was Ditya's turn to call.

"Yeah?!"

Cyra who was about to ask also paused his intentions.

He let Ditya talk first.

"Sorry!" ditya.

"For?!"

Cyra confused her husband apologizing for what.

"I'm sorry for bringing you a hard life with me! I'm sorry I haven't been able to give you the best you can as much as you get from your family."

"You're my family now, brother! Ever since I became your wife, I've decided I'm going to have a hard life with you. I should be the one to apologize to you. As long as we're married, I can't be a good wife to you."

The two stared at each other.

I don't know what's on their minds right now.

"By!" call Ditya again.

This time he dared to touch Cyra's thin cheek.

"You're getting me! Is it because the pocket money I love is still very lacking?!" tanyakanya.

"Your face is also getting duller. How long has it been without treatment?!"

"No! The money you love is enough, make snacks," he replied.

" And about the treatment, I don't care anymore. Better the money I use for my mother's medical expenses," he murmured.

"Mama's treatment? Whose mom?!" ask Ditya curiously.

Apparently, Cyra's murmur was heard by Ditya.

"Eh, that's.you misheard that," Cyra said.

"Ra! My ears are not deaf, yes. I heard clearly what you said just now. Tell me, mama who do you mean?!"

"Ah, no, really! Not anyone's mom!"

Cyra tried to escape from Ditya's embrace and immediately left the room running.

Ditya who was very curious about Cyra's words, especially seeing his wife's suspicious behavior, added curiosity in her heart.

He ran after Cyra out of the room. Unheard of dizziness that still whack.

"Ra, wait!" his yell.

"You have to explain to me, what did you mean by those words?!"

The door to Cyra's room is locked from the inside.

"Ra! Rara!!" call him.

Silent!

"Cyraa!!" shouted again.

"I count to three. The door you didn't open either, I broke it!" threaten her.

The silent atmosphere from inside the room remains created.

"OK! If you don't want to open the door, I'll break it down now."

Ditya also took a swing to break the door.

Chequek!

The door opened and Cyra appeared.

"What do you want to do?!"

Cyra was amazed to see Ditya who was ready to kick the door of his room.

"Ra! How, you get out of there?!"

She was shocked when she saw Cyra coming out of the bathroom.

"Why indeed? I washed my face and brushed my teeth, of course, from the bathroom. Brother why was that leg raised so, not tired what?!" ask Cyra plain.

Ditya who just realized his right leg is still hanging because it was about to break down Cyra's room and then lower it.

"Hehe ...! I thought you were in the room and didn't want to open the door, so I wanted to break it."

"Ngapain broke?!"

"Must be locked?!"

Ditya asked back.

"Like me, dong! The room is also my room" Cyra replied.

"Ciciii ...!!" furious Ditya.

"You don't know how curious I was?!"

"No!" cyra's answer is still a bitch.

"Ciii!! You, tuh, yeah."

Ditya clenched both his hands together.

"Surge!"

Cyra pushed Ditya straight and opened the door of her room.

There he went inside too.

"Eh, why are you coming in?!" cyra Protest.

"You must explain to me what you said."

"On what?!"

Cyra pretended to forget.

"Ciciii!!"

Ditya immediately pushed the wife's body into the wall so furious.

His wife's tiny body so she can no longer avoid it.

"What do you want to do?!" ask Cyra stammering.

He drew his face closer to the girl.

"Explain to me, what did you mean? Who's mom is sick?!" whispers in Cyra's ear.

His breath hit the earlobe of the girl to the extent that her hair bristled.

"Alright! I-I'll tell you! But, can you please take your hands off?!"

Cyra was trying to get out of her husband's arm.

Chests rumbling. Cyra felt that something was wrong with her heart.

'What is this? Why is my heart beating so fast?!' inner panic.

"Why?! You don't like being treated like this?!" tanya Ditya was still in a soft voice.

She looked at Cyra's panicked face flushed red.

"By!" call him in a loud voice.

"I want to ..."

Ditya deliberately hung his sentence.

"What?!" great-grandson Cyra.

"Can?!"

"Bo-can what?"

"Honest me, Ra! I'm your husband, right?! Please, don't hide anything from me! Tell me your problem, or ... You want me to figure it out on my own?!"

"Cover what? From whom?!"

Cyra ventured to look at Ditya's bead eyes that looked very curious.

"Hm!"

Ditya exhaled a rough breath.

"All right! I won't force you again. I know I don't mean anything to you. I'll only trouble you, won't I?!"

Ditya released his cage, then left Cyra's room with a disappointed look.

"Sorry, Brother! You don't say that. I ..."

Blamm!!

Before Cyra could finish her sentence, the door of her room was already closed with a loud voice.

"I'm sorry, brother! I'm just not ready if everyone knows the truth" Cyra said.

***

Hi, hi, hi!!!

Sorry gemorry, Brother!

I'm sorry if it's been almost ten days I've only been up again. The story yesterday ran out to the city, to the event sister-in-law hajatan. Know, right, if such an event is busy like what?? And after that, coming home faced again with busyness in another real life.

Ma-aaaff really, just got up again. This is just stamped. Nyambi meme gabah(while drying rice). Understandably, life in the village yes brother gini.

Who is still faithful waiting for my graffiti, thanks abis, dah! I hope you have more patience to wait for this story. Just pray, hopefully in the future can be smooth again update.