My husband's a Grumpy

78. Sudden Calls To Error

It was the air that alternated coming out of Galak's nostril so regularly. No one jostles or chooses to be left behind. However, when the door of the Galak room opened, it was as if the Galak world had changed.

“Again him ..” muttered Galak curled his head.

Galak is no longer stubborn. It was up to Meta to come to his room at any time: either day or night, as long as it did not pounce on him. Galak has been lazy to deal with the keys to his room that is in the hands of Meta and never endless.

Meta walked into Galak's room with a smile as bright as the morning sun. A glass of tea was on top of the tray he was holding. She seems to be acting like a good wife.

“How many sugar sacks have you poured?” ask Galak.

With his foolish expression, Meta said, “What does Darling mean?”

Meta put the tray on a small cupboard beside Galak's bed. Then he dropped his ass on the bed, right next to Galak.

“I yesterday saw seven sugar sacks in the kitchen disappear. You didn't get all that sugar into my tea, did you?” a ferocious joke with a serious expression on his face.

Meta. “No, coke. Meta just pour four teaspoons. Darak Darling,kan, rich. If the sugar runs out, just love the money to the waiter, done it,” said Meta by showing off his pride ringisan.

“I mean your homemade tea is sweet,” obviously Galak broke his joke.

“Masak, anyway? Not possible, ah!” elak Meta's.

“Keep you think my tongue is spotty?” syndical Galak.

“Maybe it's because Darak Darak drinks it in front of Meta. Meta is sweet. Worth the tongue Dear Galak overwhelmed.” Meta again showed off the ringisan of pride.

Eyelids Erratically decreased. “If you don't believe try to drink,” he said.

Meta felt offended because the tea he made using love was even ridiculed in such a way. He got up and tasted the tea.

After the orange water had entered his mouth and rolled over his tongue, Meta's eyeball immediately widened. “It looks like we should meet Ms. Astri if you want to drink this tea,” he said.

“Why?” ask Galak.

Mouth opening. He's flabbergasted. What kind of theory is this?

There was a ringing sound coming from the same closet. Awake error. Apparently his phone is ringing. He pulled the phone and walked to the corner of the room.

“What's up, Grandma,” said she welcomed a voice she hadn't heard in a long time.

Silence for a moment. Occasionally nodded and let out short words.

“Good. I'll be home soon,” Galak said as a happy encounter. Then put the phone back on the bed.

“From whom?” ask Meta wonder. It was not unusual for him to see Galak receiving a call from someone during his stay in this villa.

“Grandmother,” replied Galak.

Meta's forehead is wrinkled. “Which why? Did something happen there?” the question is getting curious.

“Ngak ...”

“Terus?”

“We have to go home.”

“But this hasn't even been a month,” protest Meta. Though he still wants to enjoy the world where there is only him and Galak, no company or the old grandmother.

“I also don't know. Grandma just said that I have something to deal with there,” replied Galak.

Something to deal with, but what is it?

Isn't Vera always able to handle anything?