That Barbarian girl is my wife
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Pov Ditya

I came home from the cafe around 17:30 WIB. I saw my little wife sleeping in her bed still wearing the same clothes she wore this morning. That means he hasn't had a shower.

Before long I saw him wriggling and slowly opening his eyes looking at me who was cleaning my groceries and putting them in the refrigerator in the corner of the room near the bathroom door. Maybe he woke up because of the noise I was making.

"You awake? Take a shower! It's almost maghrib. After that we eat," I said when I saw him wake up.

He did not answer my question, but he obeyed my order to take a shower immediately. Evidently he immediately took his clothes which were still in the suitcase he put beside the mattress, then rushed to the bathroom.

About ten minutes later he came out already with his fresh face.

"Here eat."

I asked him to sit down with a thin carpet pad that was quite worn.

He walked over to me and sat cross-legged in front of me.

" I'm sorry, I just bought a pack of rice. I haven't paid payday. Next week if I get paid I'll take you out to eat" I said honestly.

I put the rice wrap in front of him and immediately opened it.

I saw his forehead wrinkled when I found out the contents of the rice wrapper. His gaze shifted to the wrap in front of me.

"Kok, the side dish is different? Why is your side dish just balado eggs and orek tempeh, while mine have roasted chicken?!" tanyanya.

I smiled hearing his question.

"I'm lazy to eat with chicken dishes. It's been a week of chicken dishes continue," I replied berkilah.

'Boro-boro eats with chicken side dishes, can eat three times a day with kale saute and tempe bacem alone is very grateful, ' my mind.

"Oh!" mangosteen answers.

"Eat! After this there's something I want to talk about" I ordered.

I saw him begin to eat hesitantly. Seemed from the way he ate a little, let alone eat by using hands directly.

Actually, he was about to eat with a spoon, but he put it back because he saw me eating with his hands. Maybe he wanted to honor me who ate with his hands.

He fed the rice with his three fingers so that only a few entered the mouth and I'm sure, it's the first time he's done that. However, for a long time he began to get used to eating so greedy that not a single grain of rice was wrapped.

I offered the warm fresh tea I had made and immediately grabbed and drank it until half. He then walked to the bathroom to wash his hands.

I did the same with him. I approached my impromptu wife who was back sitting on the carpet playing her phone.

"Ehm!"

I was trying to open up the conversation.

"Cyra, come here!"

I pat the bed next to me sitting.

At first he was hesitant about my orders. But he finally wanted to obey me when I pat the bed next to me.

For some reason, since coming to the boarding house she turned into a quiet girl.

"Cyra, I was sorry!"

"I know, you must feel forced to marry me, let alone have to live in a cramped place like this. In fact, before you have been used to living luxuriously in your parents' house ..."

I pause my sentence to see the response. It turns out he was silent, just impressed curious about my next sentence.

"Honestly, I married you because of a request from your father that unfortunately I could not refuse. There was too much help he gave me even though we had only met a few times.

Actually I rejected it. But you know your papa, right?! He kept forcing his will on me. Even I who feel indebted can't resist you."

"What did papa do to you?" tanyanya.

I smiled in response to his question.

"What?"

Cyra, my wife, is getting curious to see my smile.

"You don't need to know that. Clearly, thanks to your papa I can still breathe to this day. Even I can marry this barbarian girl the trouble maker daughter of Mr. Bayu Purnama," my lead smiled.

"Iisshh, you're this," she's upset.

"Haha ...!"

I laughed even more when I saw his pouting face.

"Ehm!"

I returned to the dust.

"For a week we're staying here. But next week we're moving into a bigger contract than this. Well, although it's still smaller than your parents' palace," I continued.

"Eee, can I still go to school?!" tanyanya doubt.

Maybe he asked like that because his position now had changed. From a son of a conglomerate, turned into the wife of a destitute man like me.

"For that you don't have to worry. You can still go to school at your current school. After all, our marriage is still an under-handed marriage or series that only close family knows," I said.

"Your father has also paid off all school administration for the next semester until the day of your graduation. It's just that your pocket money's been stopped. Because after all, you've been my responsibility from now on. So, you can ask me for pocket money later."

"All right!"

He finally seemed to be following my explanation.

"OK! Now I'm leaving again. I'm sorry I locked you out. You see tonight I'm going home late," I explained as I moved out of the boarding house after previously reaching for the jacket nailed back the door.

"Eh, where are you going again? You, you just got home" he asked in shock.

"I have some business outside. I'll lock you in from the outside 'cause I'm interrupting your sleep when I get home."

"But ..."

"Nothing but, come in!" my orders are because he followed me out of the room.

"I'm leaving now."

Immediately ignite my vespaku and glide down the street, leaving behind my newly married wife two days ago, splitting the city that is still very crowded to a place where all this time I was looking for a bite of rice and serupiah for rupiah money I collected for tuition.

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