My husband's a Grumpy

30. Meta Ngidam Bread Sobek 3

“Ngidam-nigidam, nine months pregnant know your taste,” Galak quiped with a voice like a lyric, but able to hear Meta.

Meta instantly wake up. His eyeballs reflected the sparkling stars. “No papa, no papa. As long as you are pregnant, Meta is ready, really. Wholeheartedly even.” Meta flicked his hair back so as to display his neckline.

Erratically shake their heads. How did he have such a lacking wife?

Oh God …. If you can't give Meta a brain, at least give him as much shame. How could there be a woman who said that without shame?

“Ora sudi!” exclaiming Galak.

“Aish!” his Meta. He put his body back on the bed.

“Hei!” yells Galak. He rushed to the bed, then hit the bed next to Meta with a towel.

“Exit, kok!” expel Galak. He pointed to the door of his room.

“Meta, right, unsatisfied loaf of torn bread,” reject Meta.

“What torn bread, anyway?” tanya Galak did not understand.

“It, you know ...” Meta pursed his lips. While his gaze glanced towards the lines of the brown box that colored the front Galak.

He glanced down, at his own body. Now he understands the meaning of Meta. He immediately covered his chest back with a towel. Hugged his chest tightly. Afraid that Meta will pounce on him right now.

“Aish …. You don't have any shame, anyway!” galak Sentak.

“Ngapain shame. Same husband himself, aja,” muttered Meta did not feel guilty.

It is hard to breathe heavy. There's nothing he can do to get rid of this fucking woman. He turned and went to the closet. Actually, the suitcase in the main room has not been moved. However, he still kept some of his old clothes there. Although it might feel small. He took his clothes from there. Then take her to the bathroom. Maybe it was the only safe place for him from Meta. Where Meta's eyes and mouth won't get there. He also changed his clothes there.

After changing his clothes and coming out of the bathroom, it looks like Meta is still not moving since then. She continued walking and tried to ignore the woman. Just coming out the door, the kuntilanak came back with his arm. It is only fitting that the steps become heavy.

“Honey Where to go?” ask Meta with his face covered. He even blinked his eyes.

“Mau breakfast. So, freelin,” said Galak with a weakened voice. He was tired of screaming because of Meta.

“Keep us sports, yes,” invite Meta.

“Now. I'm still tired,” reject Galak. He's really tired because since he landed here, he hasn't been able to rest well. There are cheats every day and night.

“But Meta sports cravings in the park,” whining Meta.

“Besok aja,” subterfuge Galak.

“Truly tomorrow, huh? Promise?”

“Iya-iya. Ud ago.”

Meta let go of his hand. Finally Galak could breathe a sigh of relief. During this day, too, Meta no longer bothered him. Because after breakfast, Galak returned to the room to tidy up his room.

Galak just told the maid to pack her things in the main room, then move to her room. Then Galak took care of everything. The room is his personal place. There was no way he would let anyone else touch the stuff there.

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