My husband's a Grumpy

31. Between Random And Friendly

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Meta walked with his weak legs towards the bed. Then he sat on it. Sayu's gaze. He even breathed heavily.

He just closed the door to his room. Some workers had cleaned up the Galactic items from this room and moved them to the second main room. Meta remains, his belongings, and his solitude.

This is indeed the beginning, but Meta has come this far with Galak. He became worried, what if he and Galak got further and further away? What if he doesn't manage to get a child from Galak? Is he going to be the one to jump again? Being ridiculed here and there because her career and marriage just crumbled?

Can't! Meta can't accept all of that! Before his time was up, he had to fight with all his might! Even if the yellow janur is already curved, the door of the household is still open very wide ….

Wh-tok-tok! Someone knocked on Meta's room door.

Who else?

Shouldn't the workers be busy in Galak's room?

Meta wake. He moved out of his place and stepped towards the door to open it.

A familiar middle-aged woman stood before the door with a deathly pale face. Beside him was a small burlap sack.

“Bu Astri why here?” ask Meta astonishment. His forehead wiggling.

“Tadi, right, Madam who told me to buy cayenne pepper sack? It's Madam. But is Madam still cravings?”

Did Astri think that Meta's remark was serious? Meta even remembers it now. However, how else, the name is also under the employer.

Meta smiled instead. He wanted to laugh when he saw the face of Ms. Astri. However, that's called disrespectful, right?

“Tadi Meta already got torn bread,” replied Meta.

“Means Meta, Meta not so craving cayenne peppernya. You see, Meta already got torn bread. I'm relieved now. Not going to be ileran later baby grandpa,” explained Meta.

It was as if the chains that bound Astri's stomach were coming off. Astri breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently this lady isn't really crazy.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Astri looked down respectfully. Then he pointed to the sack beside him. “Then how's next from this chilli?” tanyakanya.

“Serah Bu Astri. Bu Astri makes juice also enggak papa,” replied Meta.

“Jus?” Astri scrunched his forehead. This cayenne pepper doesn't look orange, does it, in Meta's view?

“Meta is just kidding, really, Mom. Don't seriously. Later old cepet kayak Darak Darak,” Meta quipped.

“But I am older than Mr. Galak,” Astri explained confirming.

“But Miss Astri, right, still young. Still pretty. Still like Nikita Willy,” praise Meta.

Astri bit her lips with a downturned look. Meta's praise made him feel ashamed.

“Still, His,” says Astri.

“Iya. Equally,” Meta.

“Then I say it, His,” says Astri.

Astri lifted the sack over his head. Then turn around and step. But he immediately stopped.

“Eh, wait, Bi!” hold Meta.

Astri looked at him. “Iya, New. What's up?” sahut Astri's.

“There are those who want Meta tanyain,” said Meta.

“Instead, what, His?” Astri became curious.

Meta exits the door to observe the atmosphere. He glanced to the left. Seeing that it was safe and no one was lurking, he whispered something to Astri, “Let's go in first, Bu.”