My husband's a Grumpy

67. Building Reality Outside of Dreams

Honestly, Galak is getting less and less powerful continuing to be near Meta. He was caught between two of his damn limbs: his ears that kept buzzing his fatigue and his eyes that kept tempting the heart so that his lips would taste the sweetness of his thin pink lips Meta. Moreover, the woman continued to move her lips while eating. Can't he eat quietly without tasting?

… Or perhaps, channeling food into the stomach through the gaze of the eyes?

Ah, looks like Galak should call Sandy Cheeks here.

For hours Galak just sat on a chair while looking at children playing in the park. Even until the children left, Galak still did not move. Is his ass not hot enough to let out the fire?

It finally went up when night came. He thought he wouldn't meet Meta at a time like this. He also rushed home.

Dear thousand dear because Dear Galak remains unfortunately Meta, apparently Meta instead dwells in the Galak room. The woman crossed her legs with her body tilted. Show off her white thighs which were only partially covered by a heart-red nightgown. Her lips that were bitten by the teeth to spread her seductive aura were so flushed. Then his free-degrading blonde hair kept him scrambled to show off his tie neck.

Is it true Meta?

It's not kuntilanak who wants to have children, right?

Where did that woman get such an expensive nightgown?

He didn't just meet Om Mustache, did he?

Than all that, there is something even more important.

“How can you get into my room?” ask Galak. He was sure that the door to his room was locked. The key was even put in his pants pocket.

Meta grimacing. Then lift a hanger and show off the key hanging there. He shook the key, deliberately teasing Galak.

“How can you get that key?” ask Galak. He sure is right if the two keys that Meta holds already he holds.

“That's not what matters, Darling Galak. Because now, this key is already in his hands Meta,” Meta timpal.

“Give!” exclaiming Galak.

Ah, crap! I cannot go home just to rest in peace. However, he had to fight first to gain calm.

Error rushes near Meta to pull the key that keeps Meta wiggling. However, Galak lost his balance while trying to pull the key that Meta pulled first. It instantly fell on top of Meta's body.

This is a cursed position in Galak's life. I don't know why the heart in his chest is beating so fast. The breath that came out of his nose and hit Meta's neck felt so heavy. It's not really uncomfortable.

“Can we start it now?” ask Meta.

“What do you mean?” ask Galak.

Meta does not answer with speech. He even moved his hand into the Galak T-shirt. Suddenly Galak understood. He immediately detached himself from Meta and woke up.

“Stop that act of not knowing your shame! You are a girl! Don't act cheap like that?” cerca Galak's.

Meta flabbergasted. Again he was rejected. He also woke up. “Not in husband and wife should be ashamed. Meta emang women. But Meta will not continue to sell his high self-esteem Meta. If so, how can Meta get men who Meta want?”

“Yes, just wait until he himself comes to you,” replied Galak.

“Sayang Galak, right, never reached his heart Meta. What if Meta is waiting, there will be a guarantee Dear Galak will come to Meta?” meta Subterfuge.

Erratic speechless. He himself did not know the answer. It was not that Galak did not want to come, he had even left. However, his steps always stopped in the middle of the road.

Suddenly Meta wakes up. Before Galak blinked his eyelids, suddenly Meta was disgusting and put his hand to his neck, until finally landed a kiss.

-oOo

Now guess what, euy... It's different 😁😁