My husband's a Grumpy

44. Tsunami At The Dining Table

“Wait!” the sound finally appeared first.

The new Meta raised its pace several times, finally stopping, giving it a slight chance.

“Where are you going?” ask Galak.

Meta flabbergasted. I never thought I would get that question this beautiful morning.

After all, who would Galak question that to Meta?

After all, Galak only married without changing his status as a husband.

“Not business Dear Galak, eh .., meaning PROSPECTIVE EX DARLING GALAK,” elak Meta.

“At least breakfast before leaving. Take good care of your health,” advice Galak.

Meta exhaled his breath. Somehow the man with no idea of his shame after degrading Meta, instead continued to question Meta as if it were a family member.

Meta turned around. Both hands were cluttered at his waist.

“Serah Meta healthy or not, it is not his business Candidate Former Darak. After all, Meta only married Candidate Former Darling Galak, not his wife Candidate Former Darling Galak. Meta also no longer contains his son Candidate Former Darling Galak. So Candidate Former Darak Galak calm aja,” said Meta.

Erratically glanced cynically towards Meta. I don't know what the woman actually said ….

“Nothing is good from anything overdone, including that self-confidence. I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about myself. If you die because you do not eat, I will think I killed you,” Galak said.

Ah, crap! Why should Meta be selling expensive, anyway, earlier? Already know the price itself is cheap ….

Eh-eh, but, right, private jets are expensive ….

Hurrah! Meta is expensive!

Erratically deflecting his gaze in the opposite direction from: where Meta was about to go. It is up to what the next Meta decision is.

In the end, Meta also walked behind Galak. It depends on where the man is going. Meta can only put on a manyun facial expression.

At the dinner table, a variety of foods have been served. However, apparently there are still other dishes that Bu Astri forgot to serve.

Ms. Astri who had been standing at a distance away from the dining table, immediately approached Meta. Meta never calls him when he wants to eat. Madam Astri became worried herself. Fear if there is less.

“Iya, New. Is there something the Madam needs?” sahut Bu Astri's.

“Not just needed, but there is less here!” emphatically Meta while pointing to all the food served there.

Galak's right eyebrow raised. After careful consideration, there seems to be nothing different from the usual days. What is lacking?

… More precisely, what Meta is adding.

“Sorry, New. I seem to be forgetful. But what, yeah, His?” ask Ms. Astri.

“Toxins,” Answer Meta.

Mom Astri's forehead frowned. The poison that Meta was referring to was not what Bu Astri thought, right?

“Poisons for what, yes, His?” ask Ms. Astri.

“Yes, poisons to eat,” Meta clear.

“Ta-but, poison, it kills. Who will eat it?” Madam Astri was worried. What if Meta gets weird cravings? Ms. Astri is still able to with cayenne pepper, but poison ….

“Udah. Ms. Astri can go,” said Galak took over the conversation.

Ms. Astri leaves immediately without a ba-bi-bu, before Meta forces her to do something even stranger.

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