My husband's a Grumpy

60. A Thief 2

With an expression of feeling innocent, Meta raised his right hand. However, his mouth did not make any sound other than a ringing sound.

“YAAA!” yells out loud for a moment.

Meta's friendly glances turned irritated. “Darling What's wrong, anyway? Just a quiet talk, can't you, anyway? Relax, Meta's ears are still healthy, kok,” protest Meta.

“Emang is not your damaged ear, but your brain!” exclaiming Galak.

Meta pursed his lips. It was wrong to insult him, right?

Erratically turned his gaze towards Madam Astri. “Bu Astri,” call it.

“Iya, Sir,” said Bu Astri back down. He was too busy watching the family drama in front of him: The Fight of the Stolen Wife and the Stolen Husband.

“Please go!” Galak's Word.

“Good, Sir,” said Bu Astri. He just complies. He turned and began to step back into the kitchen.

Now the attention is directed to a Meta. “Log in!” She raised her index finger so it led to the room.

The semringah on Meta's face is back. Sealed the height of his lips. “Darling What to do, hayo?” goda Meta's. Both of his eyes flickered with his flirtatiousness.

“INCLUDE!” jakak Galak finally.

Meta pursed his lips again. None of this is funny. He became upset. He also went into the room. Then sit directly on the bed.

“Darling What's wrong, anyway? Shouting mulu!” meta said feeling bad.

After closing the door, Galak rushed over to Meta. “You're the shit!” reply Dear Galak, “sell all the dishes in this house to serve your useless passion, do you think this is funny?”

“Kan, Darling Galak himself who do not love Meta money and do not allow Meta work. How can Meta find money?”

“Do you still not, understand?”

Meta shook his head.

“That means I told you to keep quiet!” firmly Galak.

“That means don't make it!” obviously Erratic.

Meta wake. He became more upset. “What is so bad, yes, Meta in front of Darak?” ask Meta.

“Do you not know that yet?” syndical Galak.

“It doesn't seem so straightforward. His heart Meta, right, so sick,” whining Meta.

“But I don't care! It is up to you heartache, cake, corona pain, cake, the important thing is not to die here,” said Galak.

“Sayang Galak, how is it, anyway? Not Dear Galak love same Meta,” protest Meta.

“Love?” I'm not laughing too softly. “I don't know anything about it.”

“Intinya Darak tuh love or not, the same Meta?”

“Now!”

“But Kasman said, yes.” Meta pointed to the back. I don't know who he was pointing at. Kasman was not there.

Galak's head shook. He turned around and turned his back to Meta. His feet slightly stepped forward thus creating a distance between them. Left lip angle Gad raised.

“I know you're a fool, but I don't think it's that easy that you're being fooled,” Galak cynical.

No need to explain, Meta already understands the meaning of Error. Glassy Meta eyeball. For some reason, he felt sad because of the rejection. Though Meta was not so interested in any man before.

“Honey Error,” call Meta with his weakened voice intonation.

Erratic not telling. He only looked a little so he could only reply to the glances.

“If Darling Galak love same Meta, kiss Meta now!”

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