My husband's a Grumpy

29. Meta Ngidam Bread Sobek

“Can I say something?” ask Kasman.

“What?” meta Sahut.

“The story is not clear,” comments Kasman.

“Emang not explained so it is not clear,” I Meta.

“What does Madam mean?” Kasman still wants to understand.

“Udah, gih, sana! Searchin key create Meta,” over Meta.

“Iya, New.” Kasman looked down and left. He had to hide his curiosity.

Meta is now supreme on the page with frustrating hair ruffling. Afraid that he might look bad, he acted strangely. In order not to be known to Astri, he instead spoke vaguely to Kasman. What will Kasman tell people about himself? Hopefully the man does not join the gossip group of the helpers.

-oOo

Meta finally regained his foot in front of the door of the second main room. Now he smiles because he has the key. He even had two: one he held and the other he put in a pile of his underwear. It was the safest storage he thought.

Meta opens the door to the main room. But the place is empty. Where did Galak go? Isn't it creepy that this door is locked without occupants?

Meta steps in. Seeing the blanket lying freely on the bed, it seemed Galak was awake.

“Honey Galaaak!” call Meta.

There is no lawfulness. However, when Meta turned around ….

Bw!

“WAAA!” It was not Meta who screamed, but the handsome man who owned the torn bread. Who else if not Galak?

Erratically get out of the bathroom by just wearing a towel on the bottom. While other towels he used to dry his hair. Finding Meta in his room, Galak immediately used the towel as a cover of his torn bread.

“You! What are you doing here?” pekik Galak did not accept. Yes, it is true, indeed many have felt the delicacy of bread torn chocolate flavor. However, every look at Meta with his embarrassing position like this, made him constantly remember his embarrassing moments in the hotel first.

“Before Dear Galak kangen, so I came here first. Uh, Honey Galak is awake. Sorry, yes, Darling Galak, has made you miss a moment.” Meta put on a sorry face.

A miss?

True, Galak had missed, but not on Meta, but the departure of the woman. Erratic misses his free time where he has not known Meta and where there is no Meta.

“Ih …. Galaaak …. Don't be shy, deh. Let me be ashamed.” Meta blinked his eyelids.

Not looking at his wife's behavior. How could she not be ashamed of acting like that at her age?

True, Meta is still young. However, there are no SD children who are that old. SD kids just don't act like it.

“Udah, deh, there go!” expel Galak. He looked up at the door.

“No,” Decline Meta.

“Aish,” hiss Galak upset.

“If Darling Galak kangen Meta, how?” meta Subterfuge.

“Got going to,” elak Galak.

“If the Meta that misses Dear Galak, how?” Meta reverses reason.

“Keep I should care?”

Meta nodded his head.

“Now!” sternly Erratic answered his own question.

“Udah, deh, there, go! I want to change clothes,” drive out Galak again.

“No!” Meta further confirms. Now he even put his body on the bed. His piled hands slammed his head.

“What else now?” It's not tired.

“Morning Meta cravings torn bread,” says Meta.