My husband's a Grumpy

38. Thank You 2

Meta turned his attention away from Astri who had just left, towards Galak who was looking at him in astonishment. Meta raised his smile. He did not answer directly. He even walked up to sit beside Galak.

“Still,” says Meta.

Error understand. “If you're so grateful, sneak away. I'm tired and need rest,” is obviously Galak.

“But why Darak Galak did not cure his wounds in the hospital earlier?” ask Meta.

The wound?

Erratic glancing up.

Ah, Galak just remembered the wound. He thought too much about Meta to forget about himself.

“Small injuries, kok,” replied Erratic lying. Not cool, dong, if you say forget.

Meta retrieved the P3K box from the table.

“What do you want?” ask Galak.

“If only small wound, Meta can medicine, kok,” said Meta.

Erratically narrowed his eyes. Can these vandals really cure?

Meta put antiseptic drugs into Galak's forehead, occasionally blowing, though Galak did not let out a scream of pain. Then cover it with plaster.

Once done, Meta put down the P3K box and replaced it with a glass of water. Meta gave Galak a glass of water.

“This drink makes Dear Galaknya Meta,” said Meta.

Erratic breathing relief. Finally Meta does not make problems as usual. He took the glass and drank the water in it.

“Because I helped Meta, Darling Galak want what gift?” ask Meta.

“Far away from me,” replied Erratically. Then he put his glass on the table.

“Can't, dong! Darling Galak, right, has become her husband Meta, meaning Meta can not get away Darling Galak. We still have to decet sky like a star,” said Meta.

“Same sky star it's far away,” obviously Galak.

“But it looks tacky, kok.” Meta does not want to be wrong.

“It is so that Meta asks for a gift,” said Meta.

“Make what?” ask Galak.

“Kan, Meta's legs still hurt. And sick people should be given a gift so that the spit is healed,” explained Meta.

“So what gift do you want?” ask Galak.

Meta straightened his back, was making preparations. Then puckered his lips.

“What are you doing? Your lips twinkled?” syndical Galak.

“That means kissed! Cook Darling Galak not sensitive, anyway?” gerutu Meta is so bad.

“Ogah!” reject Error.

“But Meta wants hadiaaah! Let the spit heal!” firmly Meta.

“You keep gini, no papa. After all there has been a strong Kasman carrying you here and there,” said Galak.

Meta can't just take a Galactic rejection. When Galak got up from his seat, Meta immediately pulled hard Galak's hand so that Galak fell down to him. Whether because his luck was good or God loved him so much, Galak's lips landed right above Meta's lips.

Suddenly Galak's eyes widened. Of course he is aware of his current position. Without giving her any more time, Galak immediately let go of her lips and the kiss did not really happen.

Ah, crap! The memory is back again!

Less aggressive you, you suck!

Less aggressive you, you suck!

Less aggressive you, you suck!

Meta's mockery began to ring in Galak's head.

“What are you doing?!” because of frustration, Galak to yell Meta.

Meta pursed his lips. He was upset by the rejection. What is less than him? Besides being beautiful, Meta is a good kisser.

Meta doesn't want to lose just like that. She screamed, “Sayang Galaaak …. Sakiiit ..”