My husband's a Grumpy

34. Come on Sports 2

“Sayang Galak out of heartbreak? Is it because we didn't meet last night? Do you think Galak misses Meta? Cie ...” Meta even misinterpreted the meaning of Galak.

“No-no!” exclaiming Galak.

Meta glanced in annoyance. “Tuh, right. Friendly from where?” insinuations.

Apparently Meta does not know, not only Galak, anyone will turn violent if he has a wife like him.

Erratically put his hand up.

“What?” tanya Meta did not understand the meaning of Galak. “Honey to buy candy? Meta, right, don't bring money.”

“Lock!” obviously Erratic.

“What keys? The key to getting into Meta's heart? But Meta's heart is wide open, really, make Dear Galak,” timpal Meta.

“This room key means,” light Galak. For a long time he became anxious himself when talking to Meta.

“But this, right, the key is Meta,” firmly Meta.

“And this is my room!” Error is more affirming.

Meta jostled heavily and then locked his mouth tightly. Actually, he was thinking. Finally, he handed over the key.

“Iya, huh. Because Meta is a good wife, noble heart, and not arrogant. Make Dear Galaknya Meta, what, anyway, that is not?”

The ferocious who received the key even snorted. If all wives are good like Meta, I don't know how many men will die young.

After receiving the key, Galak got out of bed. He put the key in a small drawer next to the bed. Then move towards the closet to pick up clothes.

“Honey Where to go?” ask Meta.

“He wants to exercise,” timpal Galak. He closed the closet and directed his steps towards the bathroom.

“Iya-iya. Meta know. But Darling Galak not shower first, let it smell?” ask Meta again.

“This, want to take a shower.” Not lifting his towel.

“Oh ...” Meta mangosteen. Then he raised both of his cheeks. “Meta can come, ”?

“ENGKAK!”

Brak! Erratically slammed the bathroom door.

“Oh, grandma …. What curse is Grandma throwing at me this?”

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“Hatchi! Hatchi!” Vera doesn't usually get the flu like this. He is old, but he takes good care of his health.Why is he suddenly like this?

Ah, crap! feeling Vera is not good either. What's the matter?

Wh-tok-tok! there was a knock from the door.

“Who?” sahut Vera's.

“I, Madam: Pama,” answered the door knocker who was none other than Pama.

“Log,” sahut Vera.

That door is open. A well-built man with a neat suit came in from outside. He came with a tablet.

“I told you, no need to knock if it's you,” Vera reminded.

Pama. “Sorry, Mistress. But I am the Madam's worker who is still under Madam,” Pama refused.

“If it's like this, then you're acting as my worker. Usually this nyahut nyahut it,” said Vera.

Pama just smiled. He was very sad, but he never regretted.

“What has happened to my grandson?” said Vera worried.

“Why does the Madam think like that?” pama Sahut.

“Suddenly I feel uncomfortable,” explains Vera.

“Maybe because Madam has long lived alone. Understandably, since the departure of the Grand Lord, the Lady does not want to relinquish the status of the widow belonging to the Madam. Should I find a companion?” tawar Pama's.

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