That Barbarian girl is my wife
A decision

"Abakhh ...!!"

There was a scream from one of the rooms on the upper floor of the Purnama residence.

"Well you sleep here?! Go you!!" drive Cyra to Ditya, who is under a thick blanket on Cyra's bed.

"Hey!! Banguunn!!" cyra shouted in Ditya's ear which immediately jumped in shock.

"Aiisshh .., there's no need to yell at me too" said Ditya rubbing her puffy ears.

"What the hell, anyway?! Disturbs people to sleep," grumbled Ditya while fixing the blanket, sinking back under it.

"Heh, wake!"

Cyra pulled Ditya's hand to get out of bed.

"His son sleeps in my bed. Go, wush ... wush ...!!" expel again.

He had to get up and get out of bed. He sat his body in a single sofa in the corner of the room.

"Every night rain accompanied by lightning struck. That's why I was sleeping on the floor moving baskets, afraid of being struck by lightning," explained Ditya.

Yep. Ditya woke up at one o'clock in the morning because he heard the sound of lightning earthy. The rain poured down making the cold rush into the room.

As a result, the room that was cold by the air conditioner was getting colder due to the outside hujannderas.

He who started feeling cold immediately moved Cyra's sizable basket and went into the blanket. He had not thought of turning off the coolant and replacing it to warm mode.

Because of feeling sleepy and tired, Ditya finally back slumber next to Cyra especially after being under the blanket that makes it comfortable and warm.

"Ci!" call Ditya.

Cyra who was about to go to the bathroom was stopped.

"You said just now?!"

"Ci!" reset Ditya.

"Cy, cy, what did I eat?! As he pleases to call people," Cyra murmured.

The girl doesn't like it the most when someone calls her Cycy. Because surely the edges he will be equated with the name of the next-door neighbor cat who likes to nyelonong enter the house and steal fish in the kitchen to be cooked Bi Inah.

"Hmm .. Great is also your idea. Cycy Meong, a fitting name for your kayak badung girl," muttered Ditya smiling mockingly.

"Whats?!" Cyra glares.

"No need to glare so, I plug your eyes just know the taste."

He got up from his seat and walked into the girl's bathroom to clean up.

Fifteen minutes later, he came out with a fresh face. Ditya just wash his face, not shower, because he did not bring a change of clothes from the boarding houses.

Ditya approached Cyra who was busy playing her phone in bed.

"Ci!" call him.

Cyra is still engrossed in her chat so as not to hear Ditya's call.

"Ci!" call him again.

"What, anyway?! I told you not to call me Cycy, too," she said.

He threw his cell phone in the bed next to where he sat.

"What?!" tanyanya judes's.

Both hands are folded in front of the chest.

" From now on, you are my wife. So, be kind and courteous to your husband. Even though I didn't want a marriage like this myself," said Ditya dropping into a basket, sitting in front of his little wife.

"What do you think I want to marry you?! Oh wow!! If it wasn't for Papa's coercion, I wouldn't have married you" Cyra sewot said.

"From now on you are my responsibility. Whatever happens later, don't burden your papa. Enough of this you've been burdening him."

Ditya got up from his seat and walked towards the door. However, before turning the doorknob, the man turned around.

"Today I'm going home to the hostel. It's up to you to come or stay here" he said later.

"If you want to go home, go home. Why use tell everything. Of course I don't want to go home with you" Cyra said, then entered the bathroom and closed the door hard.

Dita did the same. He went out and closed the door to Cyra's room. Only difference Ditya closed it slowly.

"Well, good, Mom!" ditya smiled.

" Pantsan last night we didn't hear people asking for help, yeah, Yang. Last night out of a rainstorm. There should also be an earthquake in the next room, right?!"

Kinanti pinched her husband's slightly frontal arm.

"Aww ..., sick, know, who!" alfian's moans rubbed his aching arm from his wife's pinch.

"Not to be horrified by your Sister-in-law's words. His brain sometimes likes to gesrek him," said Kinanti.

"But yes, too, anyway. Usually if there is a newlywed, especially if there is a rainstorm on the night, usually in the bridal room it likes a local earthquake and there are people who scream because of the heavy objects that make the person bruise. Hehe ...!" keep up Kinanti nyengir.

"Haha ...! You can, Yang. Because of my marriage, I am sure. Your brain is following Gesrek" Alfian commented.

"Haha ...!"

The couple walked away from Ditya, whose face was now red, hearing the mockery of his two brothers-in-law.

***

"You sure you don't want to live here?!" Mr. Bayu on Ditya.

Right now they're all having breakfast at the dinner table.

"Related, Sir! I will still go home. It's up to Cyra to come with me to the hostel or stay here with you. I will not force. I'm not sure if Cyra's coming with me, because ...," she replied hanging down while glancing at Cyra.

"For what?!" ask Alfian curiously.

"For Cyra is used to living comfortably. I'm not sure he can live with me, Mas" replied Ditya.

" What do you think, Ra?"

This time, Kinanti asked.

"I ...,"

Cyra was confused as to what to answer, making the others curious.

He was also curious about Cyra's answer. In her heart she hoped Cyra would answer staying with her family.

Because, if he stays at home, then Ditya does not need to contract the house. He can stay in the room as usual. And that will reduce the cost of his expenses.

If he's the one who should stay here, he's sorry that everything is borne by his parents-in-law. However he still has a sense of shame and a little prestige.

"I will stay" answered Cyra.

"No!" sergeant Pak Bayu fast.

"You're married now. You should go wherever your husband goes. I've lost my responsibility now. You are now your husband's responsibility. Wherever, wherever and whatever happens, want to be difficult or happy you have to come and live with it," said Mr. Bayu.

"It's precisely with you not choosing to stay here, Papa really appreciates your decision. That way you can practice independent living."

Mr. Bayu looked at Ditya and nodded in agreement.

"But, Pa," protested Cyra.

"If Brother Fian and Brother Kinan alone can stay here, why can't I?! This is not fair!"

"Your brother is the boy who will bear responsibility for Papa's life. While you've been your husband's responsibility since you got married. So, it's up to your husband. If he agrees to stay here, go ahead! Papa's glad you guys want to gather here. But, if he decides to stay in the store, yes it means you have to follow him. All decisions are in your husband's hands."

"You're really sure you don't want to live here?!" ask Mr. Bayu to make sure.

"Surely, Sir!" ditya steady reply.

"Don't call me dad again. You're my son now. Call Papa just like everyone else."

"Well, sir, uh, I mean, Papa!"

"Good! Then take Cyra with you. He's your responsibility now. Just papa's message, educate him like a wife in general. Love him like Papa loves him."

"Good, Pa! Jiika Papa has let your daughter live a simple life with me" said Ditya.

"I'm sorry, if maybe in the future I can't please Cyra like Papa and Mas and Mbak make her happy all this time."

"I don't want to go with him, Pa!" I want to stay here with Papa and Brother Fian. I don't want to go" protested Cyra, rising to leave her breakfast unfinished.

***