My husband's a Grumpy

80. Retaliation for Meta 2

“What does Darling mean Love?”

“Can be.”

“Cih! Meta is not interested in that. Some men are too slow about love. Mostly not pecan. Mending is straight. Which men will not be sensitive if Meta is already tempted first?” Meta put his hair back, showing off his neck.

“So that's the principle you can get that Lele Moustache?” syndical Galak.

“Lagian Meta do not waste self-esteem Meta not to just any duck cage, only for ducks who lay golden eggs,” Meta pretext.

Actually Galak was a little flabbergasted. The woman next to him always changed her mind. Sometimes acting innocent, sometimes knowing everything. From the beginning, this woman was a female fox. Out of nowhere his mind, out of nowhere his heart, his face was too smart to cover it all.

This marriage is getting more interesting.

Erratically raised his body and immediately locked Meta's body with both hands resting on the bed. A sudden Error movement changes the Meta expression instantly. There is no calm. As if shocked on the face and crammed inside the chest. Then Galak lowered his kiss.

Basic lousy? Ah, Galak doesn't care about that anymore. After all, Meta's kiss isn't that great.

Sure enough: Meta was surprised. That is why he did not manage to match the speed of movement of Galak lips. When he realized that his wish was fulfilled, Galak dropped his hope. As Meta started to move his lips, Galak instead let go of his kiss. He woke up and stayed away from the flabbergasted Meta.

“Ke-why stop?” ask Meta, it sounds more like a protest.

Erratically glances. “Your kiss isn't that great. Learn again, yes, brother. Ommu this is not someone you can handle.” Not even waking up. He stepped away from the bed. When he opened the door, he looked. “Oh, yes. I'm going to see my own grandmother. After I return, I hope this suitcase has vanished from my room—“ Galak pointed the suitcase “—otherwise I will eliminate it my way.”

“Actually sweet too. But it won't be interesting if I give up that way too. If you throw your pride into the duck cage laying golden eggs just like that, then I will fly the duck as long as I am not tired,” Galak murmured.

Apparently Galak left not only Meta, but Meta's lips that had been designed exactly like a duck's beak. Meta dropped his back that had awakened to the bed. Then threw a lot of punches by his fist. He regretted. He should not be easily fooled!

-oOo

Just getting out of his fancy black car, Galak has received a welcome from Pama who is standing at the door. Pama is a multi-worker. He served as Galak's secretary, working for Vera, but served as a bodyguard.

Galak. It's worth Vera's love to die to this worker.

“Master has arrived,” welcome Pama.

“Neg. I just wanted to go.” He turned around and opened his car door again.

Pama's stiff face instantly melted away. His hand hid the arch he had just scratched on his face. Apparently his master has returned.

“Please come in, Sir,” Pama said in the middle of his laughter.

It's not good to smile. Teasing his subordinates was indeed the best entertainment as an employer. Had he not been married, perhaps three or five servants would have been enough to be his daily entertainment.