My husband's a Grumpy

58. When It's Bad, 2

“Sayang Galak not serious, right?” ask Meta. Even though he had been dropped from the top of the ravine, he still expected the flying elephant to come. Though Upin is the same Ipin, right, already said that it does not exist.

“I am not serious ...,” replied Galak.

Meta breathable relief.

“... But I also do not lie,” added Galak.

Crews! The heart that floated above Meta's head instantly broke.

“What Dear Error do not know what offer ituu,” whine Meta. If not for the love of her beauty, Meta would have torn her own face so hot.

“Dream every artist, maybe you are one of them,” replied Galak calmly.

“Sayang Galak, right, knew that it was a very valuable offer. Why Darak Darak even refused?” meta Protest.

“They want an interview about our marriage, but I don't want a fad about personal life. Anyway I am not interested that my handsome face should be enjoyed by many people,” said Galak arrogantly.

“But, that, right, his career Meta. Not that Darling Galak himself said that he would not interfere with his career Meta?” tanya Meta tried to remind.

“I will support your career, but not now, but if we're divorced. Remember also, if during the marriage takes place, there is no such thing as work, let alone your career that runs,” Galak timpal.

Meta pursed his lips. It's just that his eyeballs did not let out glass crystals.

Feeling that there was nothing more to talk about, Galak raised his footsteps. He left Meta.

“Honey Galak!” call Meta.

The footsteps stopped. He looks. “What else is it?” ask Galak.

Meta lowered his gaze towards his bare pair of legs. “Meta has no shoes. Meta shoes, right, broken,” Meta told lies.

“Terus?” tanya Galak seems insensitive.

“Buyin Meta hoeuu ..” Pinta Meta.

Did Meta think Galak would just buy him a shoe?

What's more, after what Meta did to the shoes Galak gift ….

“Ogah!” exclaiming Galak.

“Cerus Meta shoes, how?” ask Meta.

“Yes, buy!” timpal Galak's.

“But, right, Meta don't have money,” Meta reports.

“Ya, search, lah,” said Galak.

“Kan, Darling Galak himself who rejected his money field Meta,” said Meta.

“Then find another field!” timpal Galak with his voice that was too low to sound vague. Apparently Galak is gone. Leaving Meta busy thinking.

Meta can't work and Galak has already turned down his money farm. How do you buy shoes? He doesn't even have a penny more. All the money from the sale of shoes from Galak already he used to buy his gold shoes.

You fucking Kasman! Just know which one is expensive. It just looks plain.

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Hatchy! Hatchy!

“Why you, Honey?” asked Saras with a worried face expression.

After feeling his sneezing subside, Kasman looked up. He smiled as hard as he could.

“No papa, kok, Darling,” replied Kasman soothingly.

“If you get corona virus, how? Later no one buy me shoes same car again.” Saras is getting worried.

Kasman touches the golden shoes Saras has been wearing. Then he woke up. His hands moved to Saras's shoulders.

“This is not because of the coronavirus, but because someone thinks of me,” Kasman said.

Saras' forehead gives off wrinkles. “Who?”

“You.”

“Aaah, Honey. Apaan, sih.” Saras lashed Kasman's chest softly so carried away the feeling.

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