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79. Retaliation for Meta

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After going through time and greeting the air around, finally Galak's feet can back on his city. He even said hello to the road traffic. Now there is a dream that seduces him from now on.

Yep. Erratic wants to sleep and swallow the tiredness that flows in him.

Galak lips scratched the arch. He re-entered the room, which he had occupied only a few times before. Although much has happened during his honeymoon, Galak is still not interested in sleeping only one room with Meta.

Anyway all this will be over in two months ….

Galak's hand took off the handle on his suitcase. Then his body took off to reach the big, soft bed. Peppering white striped brown sheets that have been replaced— earlier is not the case.

A Glamorous glance led upwards, towards the ceiling of his room which was bleached. Then the petals moved slowly. Covering the eyes while freeing the breath that pulls into the chest.

Brak!

Ah, crap! The dream that was waving while offering his hand had left. All this because ….

“Sayang Galaaak ..”

Heuh …. Who else if not Meta?

The eyeballs are open immediately. He looked towards the door. Apparently Meta was already standing in the middle. He also woke up. “How can you open the door?” tanyanya.

“Masak Darak Don't know how to open the door? Just hold the doorknob of his room, keep pulling, just push. Don't go back, yeah, Honey Galak. If the opposite is the entrance Meta,” said Meta wisely. It was like the teacher his student was questioning.

Dahid Galak wrinkled. As he remembered he had locked up, but ….

Ah, crap! How could Galak forget that he did not immediately lock the door to his room?

Now Galak must bear the risk of his carelessness.

“So, what's up?” ask Galak.

Alis Galak is interested. What exactly does Meta do?

Suddenly Galak's eyeballs widened. Meta won't move here either, right?

“Ngapain you brought a suitcase here?” tanya Galak with the intonation of the voice rising.

The wheels under the suitcase stopped moving, following Meta's footsteps.

“Sayang Galak, right, has moved here. Means Meta also, dong,” Meta node.

“What's the business?” sahut Galak's.

“Meta is the same Darling, right, it's united. It cannot be separated forever. Kayak gini, nih ..” Meta's two index fingers hugged, like making a chain.

“Got of gratitude!” exclaiming Galak.

Meta lips conical. Though yesterday-yesterday Galak has successfully he ignored, why now back to the mode of struggle, anyway? Fighting is hard!

“Now you're out of my room. I want to sleep!” firmly Galak. He threw his back on the bed again.

Meta doesn't want to give up. Instead of leaving, he approached the bed area. He also laid his body beside Galak.

Sensing the change from his quiet bed, Galak glanced. “What do you do?” tanyakanya.

Meta slammed his head with his hands resting on the bed. His legs are slanted.

“Tempting Dear Galak,” replied Meta.

“You are getting bolder,” Galak said.

I don't know what kind of woman I married …. Unlike other women who always act calm and sweet. If it moves, the edges even cry.

“It. Meta would like to get Dear Galak,” I Meta.

“Then act right. Which guy would love a girl who throws her pride in a duck cage like you?”