That Barbarian girl is my wife
Couple of brides

"I received his marriage and marriage, Cyra Purnama bint Bayu Purnama, with a dowry of cash of one hundred and fifty thousand paid in cash!!"

"How are the witnesses, is this marriage legal?!"

"Yahhhh!!!"

"Thank God!!"

When the preacher recited the prayer after the contract was carried out, Cyra actually cried in the arms of her brother-in-law who sat down beside her.

"Now, you are legal to be a legal husband and wife in the eyes of religion, even though it is not legal in the eyes of the law. I hope that once Cyra finishes her schooling, you will register the marriage on civil records so that your marriage is legally strong. Remember this is just a wedding under the hand. Moreover, if you have children, then the child will not be recognized by the state."

Such was the advice of the pengulu before leaving the residence Purnama to continue his work elsewhere.

"Thank you, Mr. Penghulu, for his advice and advice."

Mr. Bayu represented the child and his son-in-law replied.

After the death of the ruler and the closest guests and relatives left the residence of Purnama, now left only Pak Bayu, Alfian, Kinanthi and Bintang, namely the wife and child of Alfian, as well as Cyra and her husband were also one of her friends whom she invited as representatives of the husband's family.

"Now you are legal to be husband and wife. Papa hope, you can get along in living the household mahligai."

Mr. Bayu began to give wudges. He sat in front of his family in the same position when he was a marriage guardian for his daughter.

"Cyra, Papa hopes you can understand this decision. This is all Papa is doing for your good in the future."

Silent for a moment.

The girl was still a little bit in Kinan's embrace, the sister-in-law.

"And for you, Ditya, I apologize. I had to involve you in this. Really, I was willing to help you at that time. But, I really need your help to look after and watch over my bad-ass daughter. Please don't hate me for putting you in this situation."

"I understand, Sir! I am very grateful once again because again and again you have saved and helped me to get out of trouble. And ... For Cyra's problem, I'm not sure I can tame your daughter as you wish. But I will try my best" Ditya replied as he glanced cynically at Cyra who was sitting next to him.

Alfian sat next to his wife, holding the Star, his three-year-old son.

While next to Ditya sat Dimas, his best friend and representative for his family, considering Ditya is now a kara.

"Hust, you are. Is your wife a beast to tame?!" whispered Dimas elbowed Ditya from the side.

"I know that. For that I ask for your help, because I as his own father can not tame it. Haha ...," said Pak Bayu laughing sambbil pressing the word tame.

"Listen, tuh, Ra! Papa picked a charmer to tame you."

Alfian followed his sister.

"Mas Fian!!" reprimand Kinan while glaring at her husband.

"Not to be shaken, Ra! They were just kidding, anyway. Don't get in here, ok?!"

Kinan comforted Cyra who was crying in her arms until the kebaya shirt she was wearing was wet by the tears of her sister-in-law.

"Udah, dong, Ra cried! Kebaya Kak Kinan is wet, but you've had your tears from earlier."

Kinan let go of his embrace and revealed his wet chest.

"What part are you talking about, anyway?! People are married with handsome men that, really, even cry," he continued.

"God ...!"

Alfian bertehem.

"Style with you, really, Dad! It's just jealousy," Kinan said turning to her husband.

Kinan knew very well the habits of a jealous husband, even to his own son.

"So, if I'm not handsome, you don't want to be with me, do you?!" ask Alfian.

"I'm still in love, dong, honey. Same money. Haha ...!" answer Kinan.

Alfian frowned at his wife's answer.

" Hahaha .. guramin! Brother lost competitiveness with his money," Cyra chuckled.

"Well, dong laughed. Time so manten, kok manyun," led by Kinan while menoel Cyra's nose.

"Apaan, anyway, Brother Kinan," said Cyra.

The girl got up from her seat. With the cloth she was wearing, the girl then went up the stairs to her room on the second floor. His footsteps were deliberately flinched.

"Be careful, woi, fall!" shouted Alfian.

"So girl, really, no sweetness. Udah wear kebaya and cloth, the road is graceful like Princess Solo, it's loh."

Mr. Bayu just shook his head to see the behavior of his youngest child.

"That's Cyra. His behavior has been so barbaric since ..."

Mr. Bayu did not continue his sentence. His face was clouded for a moment.

"Eh, Dit, don't you want to follow your wife into the room?! It's coded, huh."

Kinan switched the conversation of his father-in-law because it seemed that Ditya was curious about the continuation of the sentence his father-in-law was still waiting for.

"Eh, no, Ma'am! I just want to go home with Dimas," refused Ditya quickly.

"Lho, why go home?? You guys, you're married and you're husband and wife. It's only natural that you live in one house, even one room."

"But ...,"

"Yes, Dit! Time to miss that first night," said Alfian.

The woman glared back at Alfian. Even the star that had been soundly in his father's lap was awakened to hear the sound of his thundering mother near him.

"Yes, sorry!!"

Alfian clenched his hands together in front of his chest, then locked his mouth like a movement of people closing a backpack that had a zipper.

"Betul says Kinan! You are now part of this family. So this is your home too. You better rest in Cyra's room. For Nak Dimas can sleep in the guest room," said Mr. Bayu.

"Eh, no need, sir! I just go home. I have morning class tomorrow. And I have to prepare the tasks that must be collected tomorrow" Dimas declined.

"I also have an appointment with the hostess to take her to the station tomorrow morning. He was about to get out of town by train" he said.

"Yes, that's it! Be careful on the road!"

"Thank you, sir! Then I'll just say it."

"Eh, wait a minute!"

Kinan got up from the bottom and walked towards the kitchen. Five minutes later he came out with a paper bag.

"Here, bring it home for breakfast tomorrow" Kinan said.

The submission of the paperbag to Dimas' hand.

"Not bother, Ma'am!" reject Dimas.

"Nothing, take it! Sorry that's all there is."

"Thank you, Ma'am! So ngrepotin."

Dimas took that with embarrassment but wanted to.

"Then I say goodbye, Sir, Ma'am and Masnya" he said.

"Yeah, Dit! I go first, yes," she told Ditya.

"Eee, sorry, everyone! I take Dimas to the front," Ditya's permission answered a nod from people who just a moment ago became his in-laws and brother-in-law.

Arriving at the gate.

"I'm first, Bro!" pamit Dimas's.

"You did come home, anyway. I should be here, dong," grumbled Ditya annoyed.

"Sorry, Bro! I, will have to send Bu Indri to the station tomorrow. I don't want to bother the newlyweds to go through their first night. Hehe ...," said Dimas.

"Appaan, anyway. You, don't you know what I married her for?!"

"Because you want to perk**he's in public?!" ledek Dimas's.

"Damn, you! It was an accident, you know?!" sumpat Ditya menoyor Dimas' head.

"Haha ...!"

Wetted.

"Yeah, ah! I'll go home first. You're in, gih! Not good with your in-laws."

Dimas encourages Ditya to return home. While he immediately darted with his newly paid matic scooter, splitting the streets that began to be empty by the passing of vehicles. In fact, the clock shows no above ten o'clock at night.

Ditya also entered the house after closing the Gate and say goodbye to the Guardians who stood guard.

His steps stopped at the place where he was carrying out an underhand marriage or a series marriage with Cyra, the daughter of Pak Bayu, who had saved him three times from trouble.

"Why are you even hanging out there?" tegur Kinan who just came down from the second floor.

The woman went back into the kitchen because her son asked her to make milk.

" Ride! Cyra's room is upstairs, room number two of the stairs. In front of his room was his writing, really!"

"Emm, where are you, Ma'am?"

"Oh, if Papa has entered the room. Alfian as well. That's why now you're in Cyra's room, rest there."

"But ..."

"Wait for what else?! Buruan, before Papa comes and rebukes you. Papa doesn't like there's still chatter passing by from ten o'clock at night. Everyone has to rest in the jam," tell Kinan.

"Oh, fine, Ma'am! Good night!" pamit Ditya rushes to Cyra's room, his wife.

"Hm!" muttered Kinan in response.

Kinan continued his steps into the kitchen, making milk for the Stars.

While Ditya who was in front of Cyra's room stopped. He hesitated to go inside.

However, because he was sleepy and tired, he forced him into the room.

Open the door slowly. Plunged his head into the room, hoping that the owner had been lulled into a dream.

"Thank God, he's asleep!" muttered Ditya slowly.

With a slow step, he took a pillow in bed next to Cyra's head. She did not want to sleep with him. Her marriage was due to an accident that held her responsible.

Since there was no long sofa, Ditya finally decided to sleep on the floor. Luckily there was a rasfur carpet at the foot of the bed.

Ditya slept there after laying his pillow. Not until ten minutes, the man was soundly lulled in the cool AC wind.

No drama, especially the first night. The couple drifted away in each other's dreams until morning.