My husband's a Grumpy

17. Go Honeymoon

Is it true that Meta only brought a little of his clothes? What is the size of a little Meta?

(What is the Galak Branch, Gaes? 🤔 )

Erratically standing next to the car, with the trunk open. A big suitcase has been put in there.

Even in a waiting position, Galak still looks cool. Wearing a casual T-shirt combined with a jacket and pants made from denim. Not to forget the sunglasses that hid his worried gaze.

Is correct. Behind that look, a worry was hiding. It's been a long time since Galak's suitcase got into the trunk, but Meta's suitcase hasn't followed. The woman did not even show her nose.

Repeatedly the clock that circled his hand glimpsed. I don't know if the minute hand has really turned.

“Heh-heh!” Finally Galak's gaze rose because of that sigh. Meta looks bored from inside the house by moving two large suitcases. What exactly did the woman do? If it raised itself, then why did Galak pay Ning and Sri every month? Then the suitcase ….

Is this Mad woman carrying the contents of the whole world in there? Why so much and so much?

It is not easy to breathe tired. He's sick of dealing with Meta. That's why he chose to give up. He lifted the two suitcases, one by one, into the trunk.

“Come, buru—“

When Galak turned around, Meta was no more. The glare is wandering around. He went to look for Meta in the car. But she also did not find the woman. Stepping forward to enter the house. The move stopped because Meta has returned ….

… Along with two other suitcases.

“Heh-heh.” Meta bored with body bending. She had already rubbed makeup on her face. All his efforts just fade away.

“What the fuck is this?” grumpy Pekik.

Meta raised head. “What?”

“What do these two suitcases mean? Didn't there already have two suitcases?” ask Galak.

Meta immediately turned around and stepped inside the house.

Ah, crap! What exactly did the woman do?

Erratic doesn't understand, but he doesn't think well of this. He also went into the house.

Arriving in the room, Galak was aghast. Not just one or two, even this room was like a sea of suitcases.

“What the hell is this?!” galak Sentak.

Meta who was about to pull two more suitcases, was surprised. Movement ceased. He turned to Galak with a flat expression.

“Om Error why?” Meta blinked his eyes as if he were innocent.

“What do all these suitcases mean?” ask Galak.

“Oh this—“ Meta glances to the right left “—the things you want Meta bring.”

“You want to vacation or move, anyway?” syndical Galak.

“Yes, vacation, go! Said grandma-in-law, right, honeymoon,” clear Meta.

“Then reduce your belongings,” Error decree.

“Can't! Can't do it!” Meta stretches both hands wide. As if protecting his suitcase from a terrifying monster. “Meta, right, a month's vacation. So, the stuff that Meta brings must be a lot, lah. Not yet morning make-up, evening make-up, nightly nighttime nightgown, month date dress, sport—“ dress

Before Meta finished his words, Galak had already carried them on his shoulders. If you listen to this woman's words until it's over, the holidays will never happen.

“Eh-eh, Om! What is Om Galak lakanin?” pekik Meta's.

Erratic not telling. Letting Meta scream beside the ear, even beating him many times. He then threw the woman into a passenger car. After locking the car door, Galak threw both Meta suitcases from the trunk.