My husband's a Grumpy

59. A Thief

It's been a few days since I didn't see Meta act. I don't know what that woman is doing right now. In fact, this emptiness gave birth to awkwardness in Galak's heart. There seems to be less without the presence of Meta and its actions.

There was no anger or wasps in his ears ….

Oh, Galak …. Come onl. Isn't this the life you've wanted all along?

A life of tranquility.

Now you can even sleep as much as you can; breathe a mouthful of breath; and you need not be surprised if the door of your locked room suddenly opens from the outside.

Ah, crap! This calmness did not make Galak feel calm. It's not even comfortable. No can't, can't! Before Galak makes sure Meta really does not plan any more new activities, Galak will continue to feel awkward. He also got up from his bed.

Not going near the door. After opening the door, he was surprised by the existence of the woman who disturbed his mind earlier. Who else if not Meta Felicia?

Galak's forehead wrinkled. He was astonished to see Meta who kept smiling in front of him by hiding both hands behind his back.

“Sayang Gaaalaaak ..” call Meta to be spoiled.

Erratically swept his gaze over the entire body of Meta. Now he sees another strange thing there.

“You ... you ...”

“Meta beautiful, yes?” chirps Meta cut out Erratic speech.

Yep. Meta is beautiful from Orok. However, the dress and shoes he was wearing, Galak sure that he just had.

The short dress in yellow and the shoes in yellow look luxurious. Not sure if the money is not reduced by a single sheet. How can this woman buy it? It's impossible to get around from one house to another with cans, right?

“Where can you get this same dress shoes from?” ask Galak.

“Ya, buy,” replied Meta.

“I mean, where did you get the money to buy all this?” obviously Erratic.

Meta set aside a little of the hair covering his face to the back of the ear. Then his hand moved up and down, rubbing his blonde-colored hair. He was showing how sweet he was.

“Sayang Galak calm down. Meta does not get money from work, kok,” said Meta calming.

“Kan, Meta has a Galak Sweetheart. And Darling Galak, right, have everything,” timpal Meta.

Once again Galak's forehead was wrinkled. Is that a code? What does that mean?

Before Galak managed to get an answer to his own question, suddenly Bu Astri came in a hurry. The middle-aged woman lowered her head, not daring to look at her master. His body looks shaky. It was as if a ghost had almost eaten it.

“Tuan.” Sapa Bu Astri's.

Erratically shifted his gaze from Meta to Bu Astri. “What's up, Mom?” sahut Galak's.

“Tuan ... Sir ...” Madam Astri was really hesitant to say it. It even makes Galak feel sick.

“What's up, ma'am? The obvious, dong!” exclaiming Galak.

“It .... It ...” Madam Astri could not say clearly yet. He just lifted his finger to the side.

“If no one talks, I want to enter the room,” threatened Galak.

“Actually all the dishes in this house are gone,” said Bu Astri very quickly.

“What?”

“True, Sir. All the plates used to eat,” explained Ms. Astri.

“What kind of joke is this? Who wants to steal a plate? If there are many other luxury items, why should the plate?” Galah wonders.

Before the question found an answer, a ringing sound came out to mediate. I am not looking at Meta. Apparently the sound came from him. Meta was smiling alone.

It's not what Galak thinks, is it?

Nope-no. This is impossible. Must have moved the wasp from the tongue to the brain Galak.

Are really. It must have been biting Galak's mind.

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