Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)

SK Part 6's

~Bunga Bed~

Cyra is still locked up in her room, cyra does not want to meet anyone at this time, for everyone in this house are humans who are so cruel.

"I really want to get out of this house" he whispered

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

"Mba Cyra .. can I come in?" jasmine asked after knocking on Cyra's room door.

Ceklek Ceklek

Cyra turned the door lock and opened it.

"Come in" said Cyra while lazing around and returning to his bed.

"Mba, eat, I'm so worried about you, even when she's eating it looks so heartless" explained Jasmine who was trying to persuade Cyra.

"You're sure ... Your mom's worried about me? not worrying about this family tradition?" Cyra did not believe Jasmine's words, which she thought was just a joke.

"I'm pretty sure I know my mother's nature, though she looks so cute, but she really cares a lot." Jasmine emphasized that her mother was a very understanding woman while slightly moving her head up and down.

Jasmine continues to convince Cyra, she wants her family back to how it was, not fighting just because of each other's selfishness.

"Later, if I wanted to, I'd just get out of this room" said Cyra, who curled up on the bed.

"I'm waiting for you, we're having lunch together." Jasmine gets off Cyra's bed and leaves behind Cyra.

"Haiiisssh ... that child, can always make my heart shrink out of her obedience." annoyed Cyra as the real one was touched by Jasmine's words.

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"Have you checked all these designs?" pras asked who was working behind his desk while calling someone.

"You should know, if all these designs are not suitable for a house, create a home design that can make the residents feel very comfortable!" pras said while ending the voice call.

Pras massaged his forehead which felt dizzy because he had to take care of all his work online. He is accustomed to plunge directly into the spaciousness of seeing the situation of a new house designing a suitable design.

"I can't go back to Australia, my business here isn't done yet!" Pras looked at the clock that was right on his desk.

"It's twelve in the afternoon, I'm definitely preparing lunch" Pras said.

"Is Cyra going to join?" Pras is still worried about the woman who will later become his wife.

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"Call your brother," Lasmi said as she sat in her chair.

Each family member has their own seat, Lasmi and Bayu deliberately do that since their children are young, all aiming for their children to understand which one belongs to them and which one is not, it also teaches the value of discipline and mutual respect.

Jasmine who was about to get up from her chair, undoed her intentions, because just then Pras appeared in the dining room.

"That's Brother Pras," Jasmine said as she sat back down.

"Cyra still won't leave the room?" ask bayu.

"Not yet." Lasmi poured rice and side dishes for her husband

"I'm here." Cyra tia was in the dining room and pulled up her chair to join the lunch together.

Pras looked towards Cyra and smiled faintly.

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"Mba Cyra, please let me go yuk," Jasmine asked as she wrestled on Cyra's body spoiled.

Jasmine, who was not too far from Cyra, made the two of them quite familiar, they used to go out the three of them just to breathe fresh air and clear their minds.

"I'm waiting for you this afternoon" he shouted.

Cyra continued walking and ignored the screams of her sister-in-law directed at her.

After re-entering her kmar, Cyra regained her body and fell asleep instantly. Since childhood Cyra is known ***** alias nempel directly molor or sleep.

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"Cyra." Call someone.

Cyra turned her head towards the voice and looked at the person who had called her name.

"Mas!" Crya developed her smile when she saw Ryan.

Ryan opened his arms wide, Cyra who saw her husband, immediately ran towards the place where Ryan was standing. Cyra hugged her husband tightly, a very big longing already lodged in her heart.

"I missed you!" Cyra tightened her embrace.

"Me too, miss you so much!" Ryan kissed Cyra's cheek which was still in his arms.

"Take care of yourself, this may be our last meeting." Ryan let go of his embrace and changed into holding his wife's face with both hands.

"what do you mean? I don't want to part with you, take me with you" Cyra kept crying.

"Bring me with you ...." Cyra shed her tears

Five minutes later Cyrabangun woke up from his sleep, a beautiful dream as it slightly treated his longing for Ryan, but at once suffocating for him.

Cyra goes back to crying over everything, she recalls the husband she loved so much and loved so much, an unexpected breakup left her with a deep sadness.

"I seem to have to get some fresh air, my chest feels really tight" Cyra got off the bed and directly changed her clothes.

After twenty minutes she finished preparing, Cyra grabbed the bag she had prepared on her bed.

"Huuuft" Cyra took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Cyra came out of her room and left quietly so that no one would see her.

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Cyra boarded an online taxi car that she had booked earlier.

"Ke cafe Tef-Lon yes sir" said Cyra.

The car drove down the road to the Tef-Lon cafe, where a place he used to go with his friends.

Cyra, who incidentally came from a rich family, had to fall poor due to the debts of his father, his father's company went bankrupt and they had to live all in short supply to pay the debt installments.

"Thank you sir, the payment is already through the app" Cyra said and then got off the car.

Cyra was silent for a while in front of the cafe, she looked at the cafe that she had not visited for two years, a year because her parents were broke and a year because she became a wife and had to take care of her husband. The youth was short enough for him and very hard to live it.

"Cyra."

"Mas Pras?!" Cyra rolled her eyes in surprise to see Pras in the cafe as well.

"Come in, I'll accompany you, if you go home and get caught by my parents, you will be punished." Pras walked up the stairs and Cyra was very upset that she was caught leaving the house by Pras.

They sat at the same table, Cyra ordered drinks as well as Pras, the situation became unpleasant for Cyra because there was a man she did not expect.

"You still angry?" ask Pras.

"why should I be angry? and to whom?" ask Cyra without a care.

"With our family decisions and traditions"

"A very silly tradition! I can't believe there's a woman who's willing to be his sister-in-law's wife, and they don't know each other."

Cyra sipped her drink again so that her anger would subside.