My husband's a Grumpy

18. Go Honeymoon 2

Meta's heart broke immediately upon seeing him. He wanted to hold back Galak, but his body seemed to freeze.

Brek! The front door closes. Meta turned. Apparently Galak was already sitting in front of him, in front of the steering wheel.

“O-om Error …. What is Om lakanin?” meta Protest.

Erratic glancing a little. “It seems obvious,” says.

“If Meta suitcase is thrown away, how will the holiday go Meta? Meta, right, need change, need grooming, need everything ..” whine Meta.

“Ya, that's your business.”

Started to start the car.

“Om Galak! Don't leave yet! What is Meta Suitcase?” Meta keeps whining. Repeatedly looking back. Both eyes glazed. In the end, they can only stop. He pursed his lips throughout the journey.

Meta thinks Galak is so evil and doesn't care about him. In fact, several times Galak threw a glance. He looked in the direction of the spy. Found an angry face that looked so cute. Without him noticing, both corners of his lips were able to rise high.

-oOo

The plane will take off shortly, while Meta is still agitated in his seat. He will be on vacation for a month without bringing anything other than the clothes he wears ….

Is that to be trusted?

Meta can't be like this. He also woke up. However, Galak more swiftly held his hand.

“What do you want to do?” ask Galak. He pulled Meta's hand so hard that the woman had to sit back.

“No, Om. Meta can not go now,” replied Meta.

“Are you crazy? The plane will fly now,” firmly Galak.

“Om Crazy ferocious!” Meta further confirms, “how Om Galak can leave all Meta items? How did Meta stay there for a month?”

“Neither papa. Hitherto. Nurut aja,” timpal Galak.

Erratically let go of Meta's hand. The woman doesn't look like she's gonna run away right now.

“Om Not sure?” ask Meta.

“Iya,” reply Error briefly. Then he threw his face to the side.

“Please!” exclaiming Galak. He tried to pull his hand, but Meta was holding on so tightly.

“No!” reject Meta.

“Please, kok!” Galak. However, Meta no longer spoke. He even closed his eyes.

Forced to stop his movement. He gave up and let Meta do anything. After all, the woman did not look like she would continue to disturb him.

It is difficult to breathe heavily. Suddenly drowsiness also drowsiness. He put his head on top of Meta's head. The plane started running its wheels.

-oOo

That okay? Is Meta really okay without his stuff? How does Galak know? The man did not even care if the air still entered his wife's nose.

Meta continued to frown. Moreover, when he arrived at the villa, Galak immediately laid his body on the bed. Eyes closed. Reluctant to respond to the next Meta action.

“Om Error. Meta wants to shower,” said Meta.

“Ya. Shower there. I'm not interested in bathing you.” It ferociously turned around so that his body lying on its back to Meta.

“Keep changing clothes Meta how?” Meta Regek.

“Not replace. Wear that shirt,” said Galak.

“But the clothes Meta already smells, has a lot of dryness, already a lot of germs,” Meta is getting whining.

“As far as you are, deh. Whatever!”

“Om Galaaak ..”

Finally Meta was only able to snort in annoyance. It's not quiet. Whether he's in a dream world or not.

There is no other choice ….

Meta also stayed away from the bed to go to take a shower.

-oOo