My husband's a Grumpy
64. Accomplishing Meta Desires
Uhuy... finally there is the onoi-onoinya 🙈🙈🙈
Mom. I don't see, Mom...
🙉🙉🙉, right, my eyes are closed...
Cuz ....
💃💃💃
Quickly entered the place. I don't know how many women have seduced him into playing together. Not ignoring them all. His mind was focused on only one person, the woman who sat leaning against the arm of a mustachioed man.
Is Meta so crazy that he wants to be with the old man?
Not able to guess, the boy with the mustache was the same age as Meta.
Galak's forehead was frowning. Somehow he felt uncomfortable seeing the way Meta and the man threw each other a smile. Somehow they can look that comfortable in their first meeting.
… which makes Galak feel uncomfortable, Meta even toast a glass of beer with the man it—
Can't, can't. This cannot be allowed to continue to happen. If Meta gets drunk and loses consciousness, she will lose everything. The mustachioed man will not miss the opportunity, especially to women as beautiful as Meta.
Wait-wait ….
Does it seem wrong to admit that Meta is beautiful?
Ah, I don't know. This is not the time to think about it!
He stepped quickly towards the two of them.
Prangs! The glass in Meta's hand broke instantly because Galak pulled and threw the gelasi on the floor. Now yellow water is splattered on the floor. Other visitors please be careful or they will slip there.
Meta. He woke up for a moment. “Honey Galak?” He was amazed to see Galak already in this place.
Erratic not making his voice in the least. He immediately grasped Meta's hand and pulled the woman to leave immediately. Forced Meta to walk quickly following Galak out of this place. Meta hasn't even said goodbye to his new Dear Om.
Arriving next to the car, Galak opened the door for Meta and asked the woman to enter there. Then Galak passed through the front of the car and got into the car as well. He sat in the driver's seat.
“Sayang Galak this is nothing, anyway? Meta, right, do not want to go home yet,” protest Meta.
Erratic not telling. He stayed on his cold face. Then start driving his car and reply to any whining Meta had with the residence.
“Sayang Galaak ..”
“Meta, right, not yet a acquaintance with Om That mustache!”
“Meta is also not yet ono-ono this is the same Om Mustache ..”
“Honey Galak!”
Meta's shout finally stopped with Galak's footwork on the brake. Besides free whining again, they have arrived at the villa, Galak will not return his car.
Meta pursed his lips so irritated. He got out of the car and left. He rushed into his room. As he closed the door, Galak suddenly blocked him.
“Sayang Galak want to do?” ask Meta.
Erratic not telling. He pushed hard on the door until he got in.
Brak! I didn't slam that door.
Meta to aghast.
“Sa-dear Galak—“
Before Meta asked his question, Galak had pushed him so that he fell on the bed.
“Do you want a kiss from me?” ask Galak.
“Heh?” Meta doesn't really understand this terrible question.
“If that's all you want, maybe I can also love more,” said Galak.
“What it means, Dear Ga...”
Before Meta finished his sentence, he was already surprised to see Galak take off the Galak T-shirt and throw it carelessly. In the blink of an eye, Galak instantly locked Meta's hands on the bed. Then he landed his kiss.
The kiss that Meta wanted all this time ….
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Cie... whose focus is instead hangedin 🤣🤣🤣
