My husband's a Grumpy

12. Early Hugs

Meta. He had a cute expression on his face. “But, Om Galak, right, not a random person. Unclear, right, her husband Meta.”

Ah, crap! That's the most annoying truth in life. Among the millions of women in the world, why this woman? Are healthy women extinct?

“Please!” Galak's Word. He shook his body trying to let go of Meta's embrace.

“No,” Decline Meta. He even tightened his embrace.

Suddenly the reporters arrived. Do not want to miss to capture the moment of this step. Forced to stop his wobble. He smiled widely, hiding his frustration. Also hugging Meta, even giving a gentle swipe on his head.

Ah, crap! What exactly is Galak doing right now?

-oOo

After the wedding party was over, Meta was immediately taken to Galak's house. Galak House is different from the main house of the Anggara family which only inhabited Vera. There were many uniformed servants. The yard is as large as a garden. Here even the rooms are not so much. The maid only had two people. That also takes care of everything. Looks like the old granny deliberately made Meta have to take care of the house completely.

Because often with women, Galak deliberately lived in a different house. She was uncomfortable with her actions when she was with her grandmother. He often comes home late at night.

It was Galak told Meta to enter the house first because he had to take care of something. Meta only according. Then sit on the bed while waiting for the arrival of Galak. However, it had been over half an hour, Galak had not returned yet. Meta became sultry himself. Especially with the wedding dress that he has not let go.

Meta surrenders. He got up and took off his dress. Then go to the bathroom. When Meta came out of the bathroom, she was already wearing a brown nightgown. His gaze was immediately fixed on the man lying on the bed wearing a white shirt, while his suit lay next to him. Meta lip angle ascending simultaneously.

Meta rushed over to Galak, sitting next to the man. He stared at Galak until the water from his hair fell on Galak's face. The man woke up and was shocked for a moment.

“A-what are you selling?” ask Galak while waking up.

“Om It's bad to sleep first, anyway?” meta Protest.

“I achieved very,” obviously Galak.

“But Meta, really, not invited, anyway?” meta protests again.

Erratically patting the bed beside him. “Ya. Just sleep here. That's it, really, bothered?” Then he laid his body again.

Meta also laid his body beside Galak. Galak began to close his eyes again.

“Om Error, Om Error,” call Meta.

“What?” grimy without opening his eyes.

“We don't do that?” ask Meta. He tapped both of his index fingers.

“It was ...”

“Apaan, anyway? The obvious, dong!” yang Galak was angry.

“Last month, right, Meta finished filming in the forest ...,” said Meta started telling stories.

Erratic not telling. That story doesn't sound important.

“... Keep Meta see there are mosquitoes that are again in tandem,” added Meta.

“The thing?” finally Galak.

“Meta also wants to be coupled with such a kayak,” explained Meta.

Erratic to open his eyes. He held Meta's left hand with his right. He also lifted it. “Udah, right?”

“Ih, not a kayak like that ..” whine Meta.

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Keep siding with what's it like, Met? 🤔

What a kayak, huh? 😅

Btw, I can have the thumbs up, right 😥

Please ... 😭😭😭