My husband's a Grumpy

13. First Night

Finally Meta back again .... 🤗

... Sama Balabang Galak 😎

Happy reading ....

Cuz ....

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Erratically took off his hand. He wakes. His face became annoyed. “Katamu. I was still wrong,” said.

Meta is awake. “Om Error, really, not sensitive, anyway?” his protest.

“Everything is clear by the way!” exclaiming Galak.

“It needs to be explained how much?” ask Meta.

“Obviously,” replied Error.

Meta sighed for a moment. Then facing Galak. Erratic still looked at him with his right eyebrow raised. He was astonished without knowing that a second later, he fell under Meta. Suddenly Meta pounced on Galak, uh, meaning to push Galak until he fell into bed with himself on top.

“Om Galak has not been sensitive yet? If not, let Meta clearin.” Meta pressed his lips together.

Not being frightened. He pushed Meta. Then get up and get away from the bed.

“Najis!” grumpy Pekik. Then rushed away from the room with his body suddenly goosebumps.

Not going to the living room. Although there were other rooms, he chose to sleep on the sofa. I don't know when the air around him was hot.

Error rejecting Meta …. This is true, right? However, since when can Galak's desire not be drawn by women?

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After Galak left the room, Meta laughed softly so that his voice could not be heard from outside. That's really funny to him. He did not think that there are people who are funnier than a Meta.

Hiya ….

After a while, Meta got up. He was curious about the situation. He went out of the room and searched for Galak throughout the room. Unfortunately, the whole place did not contain a single human. Meta instead finds Galak lying on the living room sofa.

Meta facial expression decreased. His eyes became glint. He felt uncomfortable in the manner of the Galak who slept without a blanket, only warming himself with the embrace of his own hands. Meta turned around. He walked to the room. Take the blanket that's there. Then he brought it back to Galak and covered it over Galak's body. Then he went back to the room. Enveloping yourself in a suit that Galak left behind.

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Eyelids Galak. Though the lights were on for twenty-four hours, but he felt alien to the light around him. He wakes up slowly.

It's bad to rub his own neck. Sleeping on the couch is really uncomfortable. Then look towards the window. It seems that the afternoon has been going on since when.

He lowered his feet, getting up. Suddenly a blanket fell from his lap. Galak's right eyebrow raised. He did not remember ever picking up the blanket, but it was impossible, right, that the blanket was carried away from his dream world?

I don't know. Not thinking too much about it. He hurried away leaving the blanket. Later the maid at his house will definitely fix it. Otherwise, there were still many others who did not mind picking up the blanket, replacing their positions.

Arriving in the room, Galak saw Meta still asleep in bed. What time is it?

Not looking at the wall clock. Apparently it's still too early. The short needle there still leads to the number seven.

Suddenly the sleepiness returned. He threw his body on the bed and began his dream again. Anyway, he's still on leave.

-oOo