My husband's a Grumpy

49. The Winner

“Ah, siaaal!”

Meta flailed his feet and hands into the bed. Sweat sweat that filled his face, now sucked clean by the sheets.

Instead of Meta running out of exercise, Meta is busy here and there running a loan of money. Unfortunately, it seems that fate is not on his side. Somehow this happened, but all the workers in the house did not have money at the same time. Either this is a plan or solidarity.

All Meta's efforts do nothing. He did not even manage to get a loan of a hundred thousand. What should Meta do now?

Meta wake. The position of the body face down makes his chest feel tight. He put away the hair that covered his face first. Then think about the next step.

Does Meta have to give up Galak?

Then how is the news of Meta's sky-high self-esteem?

If Meta chooses to be stubborn and not wear footwear, it will only be a big problem for him.

Yes, siaaal ….

What should Meta do now?

Meta wake. His body feels weak. He was well aware that he would never win over Galak. It seems like Meta really has to relent and drop at his lowest.

Before exiting the room, Meta first walked closer to the shoe shelves. He watched them all closely: the trouble makers.

Suddenly, Meta thought of something ….

Suddenly Meta's face brightened again. His eyeballs let out a twinkle of admiration: awe at the self that was so intelligent.

-oOo

“Hoaaahm ...” Erratically squirm his body. He woke up with a smile filling his face.

Galak life is perfect—from the past and never changed.

Before going to bed, Galak had already gotten happiness from the show he watched. While sleeping, there are seven beautiful women who fill their dreams. Which is happier than this?

What about Meta?

For the first time Galak was curious about the woman. I don't know what he's been doing all day.

When Galak turned his head back, he was made aghast by Meta who was already standing with a faint smile beside him.

What's wrong with that girl?

“I won,” Meta said proudly.

Galak scrunched his forehead. “Win? Win what?”

Meta does not answer directly. He walked to the door of his room and opened the door. He showed me the emptiness in his room. The seven shoe racks had already disappeared and the room had again become spacious.

HURRAH!

I am not aware of all these changes. However, to my astonishment, where did the seven shelves go?

“I, right, just said, if I set my shoes in this house, then those shelves must disappear from my room. So, I sold all those shoes to a shoe seller in the market to be able to buy my own shoes. Look—“ Meta shows off his new white shoes “—ini limited edition, you know,” he said proudly.

Unlike Meta, Galak clenched both hands tightly. He was trying to restrain himself, so that the hand would not suffocate

somebody's.

Whahuh?

Sell those shoes to the market?

Then exchange shoes that cost the same as a luxury house with a shoe only ….

Not misheard, right?

Nope-no. Erratic hearing must have been flickering wasps.

Are really. That wasp must have bitten Galak's ear.

-oOo

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