My husband's a Grumpy

45. Meta's anger

“What is the Candidate Former Darak Lakanin, anyway?” pekik Meta's. He's got objections.

“What are you doing?” Error flipping Meta speech.

“Meta just wanted to kill herself Meta,” said Meta.

“Do you not know that you killed yourself, just like you killed me?” fierce Protest.

“Because Meta knows why Meta lasalin it. If Meta kills Galak, right, Meta goes to jail,” obviously Meta who apparently can think smart too.

Ah, crap! Meta is a bitch. Not even waking up. He's tired of all this. One of them forced Meta to join the dining table. Otherwise, at least Galak could eat quietly. Now Galak's appetite is completely gone.

We got out of the dining table area.

“Bu Astri,” call Galak.

Ms. Astri who had been away, now approached again.

“Iya, Sir,” says Ms. Astri.

“Antar food for me to my room!” Galak's Word.

“Ta-but, why, Mister?” ask Ms. Astri.

“Didn't you see that?” Erratic pointing back.

Bu Astri's direction of view followed Galak's index finger. The index leads to Meta who is still on top of his chair.

“Can I relax if I eat in the middle of a tsunami? Not full, even I died,” Galak quipped.

“Tsu-tsunami?” Meta flabbergasted. He could not believe what he had just heard.

So, Galak insinuated it?

How brave that ferocious!

Meta not accepted. He also woke up.

“Bu Astri,” turnn Meta calling.

Astri looked over. “Iya, Non,”.

“Meta too!” seruk Meta follows Galak.

“What's unclear?” meta Sentak. But he has never explained.

Madam Astri is silent. He was confused how to react.

Meta is getting worse. Why isn't everyone sensitive when it comes to him?

“I mean Meta, Meta also wants food in between rooms!” firmly Meta.

Meta also came out of the eating area. He went even faster until he preceded Galak.

“Mrs!” call Miss Astri.

Meta step stop. He exhaled his breath in annoyance as he turned around. “What, Mom?” meta Sahut.

“What is it about not wearing footwear? Missed, huh?” ask Ms. Astri.

Meta lowered his gaze. He looked at his bare feet.

Ah, yes. The new meta remembers that.

“Not business Bu Astri!” exciting Meta. He turned his body back. Then start walking.

“Again, I won't die just because I don't wear footwear,” Meta murmured.

Meta hastened his pace. He did not want to be in the same place as Galak any longer.

Meta is not exercising. Now he goes into his room. Meta immediately threw himself on the bed. He then kicked his hands and feet into the bed. He really felt anxious because of Galak.

If it continues like this, Meta strongly agrees to the contract agreement during those three months. With the fierce Galak, free of charge, his life will not be happy.

Fortunately, Galak is no more annoying than his roots. At the very least, the man was still thinking of a guarantee for her. Unlike the root who only takes profits and puts all losses to Meta.

It's okay, Meta. Even though you can't be a big mistress, you still have a chance to become the president's son-in-law later.

-oOo

META SPIRIT!

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