That Barbarian girl is my wife
First Kiss

Ditya was only able to follow the pace of Cyra by running his vespanya slowly.

"Come, dong, Ra! Already crambeknya. I didn't mean to make fun of you, honey! Cici Meong is indeed my dear nickname for you," persuaded Ditya from the top of the motorcycle, while the wife continued to walk with her ac.

Nah! If to be honest, Cyra is not indifferent to Ditya, but is trying to neutralize the thump of his heart that since coming out of the soto stall his heartbeat seems to beat twice as fast as usual.

"You're not tired of what, from now on keep going?! What time do we get home if you go home on foot?! I still have to make sure that none of my luggage is left behind when I leave tonight."

She started complaining.

The deg!

Cyra's footsteps immediately stopped when she heard her husband's complaint.

The girl completely forgot that later tonight Ditya had to leave for Semarang to start his new job there.

Ditya who since from the soto stall continues to follow Cyra from the top of the vespa also stops.

"What's up?!" ditya asked puzzled why did Cyra suddenly stop?!

"You tired? So let's go up!"

Ditya pulled Cyra's hand to immediately go up on the bonfire.

This time Cyra just kept quiet. Not only because of fatigue as Ditya said, he also did not want Ditya late to home just because he continued to follow him on foot.

Just imagine, an unusual Cyra walk that had unwittingly walked for half a kilo just to cover the nervousness by the pounding of his heart due to Ditya's statement earlier.

"Capek, right?!"

Ditya sees Cyra spitting her legs before riding on the piggy bank.

"Let's go up! It was also the afternoon!" ditya's orders.

Without being told a third time again, the girl was immediately hanged by the piggy bank.

"Hand!"

Ditya pulled both of Cyra's hands to hold her stomach.

Cyra frowned when Ditya ordered her to hug his stomach for a hold.

With the gas poll, Ditya directly run the White split the road leading to their rented house.

Cyra's heart rate, which had returned to normal, now beats again faster when her front body touches her husband's back.

'Ah, fuck! What is it with my heart? Why, must it beat so fast like this? Could I have a sudden heart attack?!' muttered Cyra in the heart.

When they were hired, Cyra immediately entered the room, allowing Ditya who returned to check the goods he would bring and to Semarang with a list he had made before.

Ditya does not want the slightest thing needed until left at home.

Moreover, previously he did not have time to check the location of his new residence later considering the notification so suddenly. Is the new place far from the crowd or not? Far from public facilities or not?! So, it was better for him to prepare everything in detail.

An hour later Cyra just came out of the room to take an afternoon shower and make dinner.

Since she said Ditya will be invited after Maghrib, then Cyra decided to cook dinner earlier than usual.

He saw Ditya was fast asleep in his room through the door that was open. In front of the bed seemed to have lined up neat items that will be brought Ditya.

There are quite a lot of those things too. There was one large suitcase filled with clothes and devices. A backpack containing office stationery and a large box of used television sets containing printers and laptops, also roll the cable.Not to mention a full dose of instant food for the next two weeks of supplies that are still stored at the table.

He really is a perfectionist. He always prepares everything carefully.

Unlike Cyra who tends to be sloppy and barbaric. Lucky now there is Ditya who always reminds everything. I don't know what will happen after Ditya leaves.

This afternoon Cyra only made the rice she cooked at m*gic com, and cooked the buttered chicken she roasted on the stove using a teflon-based grill plus sambal and lalapan.

At exactly five o'clock in the afternoon Cyra's cooking was ripe. The girl rushed to take a bath later in the afternoon and woke up her husband, who was still asleep.

"Sister, wake! It's late afternoon, take a shower!"

Cyra shook Ditya's arm so that the person would wake up immediately.

"Sir, banguun!!" yell again.

After the second call, then there began to be movement Ditya on the bed.

"Guighh!!" Ditya moaning typical wake up.

"What time is it?!"

He rubbed his eyes to see the clock on the wall of his room.

"It's five o'clock! Get up and take a shower now! After that eat before leaving after Maghrib later!" cyra's orders.

The girl was about to get out of Ditya's room, but her hand was pulled hard by her husband to the point that his body staggered and fell into a basket, precisely on the man's body.

"Sir Ditya, what the hell, anyway?!" surprised fully.

Cyra never thought she would be in such a position.

"Le-get rid of me, brother!" his great-grandson when he saw Ditya just kept quiet and looked at him intensely.

"Sister!"

"It feels very heavy to go" said Ditya without taking off his grip in Cyra's arms that are still on his body.

"Why?" ask Cyra nervously.

He tried to get up from his current position, but was prevented by Ditya's burly hands that actually gripped him tightly.

"Because it has to be away from you" he replied heavily.

"After four months of living together, it's hard to be apart."

"We can VC, right?!"

"Different taste when compared to meeting directly."

"We have agreed from the beginning that you can go home once a month."

"Old! I'll miss you!"

The blush!

Cyra's cheeks immediately flushed when Ditya said he was going to miss her.

"By!" call hoarse.

"Hm!"

Cyra muttering.

"What the fuck, anyway, brother! Don't call me that."

"Why?"

"I'm not a cat! I don't like it!" resounding.

After these few days of formal words, now his barbaric words came out again.

"But I like it!" kilah Ditya's.

"I don't want to be called that! I'm a cat, what?!" grunts.

"You are my sweet cat!" ledek Ditya's.

"Belk!" whinek Cyra is upset.

"Don't move! Or ... You're gonna wake a sleeping snake up in the nest."

"What the hell, anyway? Not so obvious, huh!"

"Want me to clear?!"

Ditya raised his eyebrows.

"No!!"

"Yes, I've been, quiet!"

Cyra was silent.

"By!"

Silent.

"Bigg!"

Cyra is still tight-lipped.

"Cici Meow! Baby!!" call Ditya again.

"Kok quiet?"

Cyra who had turned her face and was silent now turned her head and opened her voice.

"Say he said shut up, why call?!" dumalnya upset because it must continue to be in the position int*m so.

"Ra! Can I ..."

Ditya did not continue his sentence.

Instead, she touched Cyra's face with her free right hand.

Swiped the cheek of Cyra until it ended in the tiny lips of the wife.

"What are you going to do?!" cyra panicked.

"Can, huh?! Just a kiss, no more!" pinta Ditya with a voice that is getting hoarse and heavy.

"No! I-I don't ..."

Before Cyra finished her sentence, Ditya quickly rolled Cyra's body basket and confined it.

Now the position turned so Ditya who was above Cyra with one hand as a pedestal.

Without warning, Ditya immediately silenced his wife's tiny lips with his own before the girl protested again.

At first it was just lip-sticking. However, his natural instincts seemed to lead him to do more.

Ditya who initially just stick her lips alone, now she began to dare to kiss him and a little mel*m*tnya slowly.

Although this was her first kiss for both, but driven by her normal natural instincts, Ditya again launched his action after taking a moment off to take a breath.

This time he dared to bite the little lips of the wife to open. And after what was expected to be accomplished, he immediately explored everything that was in the mouth of the wife.

For a long time they kissed until suddenly Cyra pinched her chest to let Ditya release his kiss.

"Aukh!!"

He complained when his chest hurt due to Cyra's actions.

"Well!"

Cyra breathed a rough breath and inhaled a lot of oxygen to fill her empty lungs.

"So Ditya is so evil, anyway, that I can't breathe, you know?!"

"But like, not just now?!"

The blush!!

Again Cyra's face flushed hearing her husband's question.

"What, anyway?!"

Cyra also pushed Ditya's body to get away from her body immediately.

"Where are you going?"

She again managed to prevent Cyra from leaving the room.

"Eat, laper!" cyra said.

"Just kiss until hunger. How can we be more than that?!" ledek Signed again.

"What, ah! Move over!"

"Wait!"

Ditya hugged the body of Cyra who was about to wake up again.

"Thank you, baby, for the last meal! It seems like from now on I'll miss him."

Hugged the wife's tiny body tightly. Cyra's forehead kissed long and deep.

Only then did Ditya let go of his arms, letting Cyra out of her room with a face that grew even more blushing, either out of shame or out of pleasure to be treated as tenderly and as int*m.

Ditya smiled wryly considering what he had just done to his wife.

His own lips. Still left there the sweet taste of the lips of the wife who for the first time they did the first kiss after four months more in their series marriage.