My husband's a Grumpy

82. Jealous

Ian's green sports car stops in front of the hotel, where Galak's coronation party will be held. I don't know when he got another car. He opened the door. Then walk around to open the other door. A woman in a short yellow dress shimmered in the light of a lamp. Her hair became curly. Decorated hair puncture on the back of the head.

The car door closed and the woman walked along with Ian. Before letting his foot climb the stairs, Ian threw his car keys at a man in a black uniform. That guy's gonna be in charge of his black car.

The two couples smiled at everyone they met. Ian behaves that his deception as Kasman is just a trivial matter. After all, there was Arga behind him, who would be in charge if something were to happen to him. I don't know what Arga's plan is. Without giving an explanation, he lowered his word for Ian to come here.

Ian and Saras' attention both stopped on a woman who kept waving her hands. The woman was no less beautiful than Sarah. She was wearing a long yellow dress without sleeves. At the top of his chest was wrapped in lace. His hair was curly, unraveling, sparkling all over the light of the lamp, so he looked even more radiant, let alone accompanied by his smile.

“IAN! IAN! IAN!” he shouted without regard for the surrounding guests.

“Who is he?” ask Saras cynically. The woman looked low in her eyes.

“Do you not know? He's Meta Felicia. Top artist before he gets married,” replied Ian.

Saras returned his attention to the woman while narrowing his eyes. Clarify a face that was not known to him.

Not really a face, but a behavior. Anyone would be like Saras: surprised to see such a strange artist.

While Ian, he actually waved his hands while disgusting feet. He welcomed Meta enthusiastically. Meta runs to get close to Ian and Saras.

As it continued to run, Meta could not pay attention to the surroundings. As a result, he stumbled on something so that it fell forward, and just fell on Ian's body. Surprised, Meta hugged Ian. Ian almost fell. It was fortunate that there was a round table behind him that was able to hold it.

For a few seconds, Ian was stunned to feel the tremors crashing into his chest. Then a puff of breath tickled around his neck. Also a bit of a sweet-sounding Meta scream in his ear. Were it not for Saras quickly breaking up, Ian had no idea what would happen to him later.

“Ian. Sorry yes, because of Meta, Ian so hit the table earlier,” pinta Meta with a clear face. “But, Ian ain't papa, right?”

Ian scratched his non-itchy head while showing off his teeth. “No, coke. Just a sore back. But, a little, really. I am, strong man. So, you are calm.” Ian blinked one eye to prove his condition.

Meta Smile expands. He was satisfied with Ian's answer.

“But Ian is here?” meta asked after noticing the black tuxedo that was neatly wrapped in Ian's tall body.

“Oh, yes. My Big Boss told me to come in his place,” replied Ian.

Meta frowned. “Bos Big? Ian got another job?”

“Iya, dong. Candidate bini want to be eaten what if it does not work?”

“Kan, still a candidate. Not binya. Shy dong, porotin money people who are not yet family?”

Ian glanced at the woman who was still standing beside him. The girl doesn't look okay. His face flushed slightly, while his gaze was wasted in the other direction. Ian laughed very hard to break this awkwardness. He fell on his shoulders and dropped his arm on Saras's.

“You're funny!”

Finally, the attention of Meta also fell on the beautiful woman who continued to stay from earlier.

“Oh, this, knowin, Saras,” replied Ian.

“So, Ian has found the true love of Ian who wants to accept Ian as he is without seeing from his property? Wow, it's great that there can be a woman like this!” Meta clapped his hands in excitement.

“Instead, what are the normal women?” finally Saras made a sound.

To be honest, Ian didn't think Saras' voice was a sign that something good was going to happen.

“Yes, Meta kayaks, dong. Who chose a husband by prioritizing his property first,” replied Meta proud himself.

“Not it female matre?”

“Matre reasonable dong. A woman should be looking for a man with money. If the man has no money, what would he eat? Eat love? Sorry, Ma'am. Rice bought it with money.”

“That's his name duitan eyes!”

“Enak, dong. If you want to stay plug.”

Saras was so anxious at Meta that he tightened his hand. He very much hoped that Meta's neck was between his fingers. For sure, he would be content to keep tightening his fist.

“If I was, Ma'am, I wouldn't marry from love. If there is love, thank God. If there is none, as long as the man is hardworking, responsible, and willing to meet the needs of the family like Darling Galak. Moreover, Meta tuh can not be enough to use only desire. Meta is quite the same as diamond, private jet, lamborgini; so, yes Meta find a capable, dong.” Meta set aside a little of his hair— that blurred from the line—to the back of the ear.

It's already! Saras was no longer strong against this strange woman! Saras left with his lips cut off. His mouth did not make any sound even though it was just a parting.

Ian grimacing. Confusion should be how. In a way, he had to follow this party until the end. On the other hand, he did not want to lose Saras.

Ah, crap! Why is Ian getting squeezed between two shitty people, anyway? Saras and Arga.

“I nyusulin Saras first, yes,” say goodbye Ian suddenly. He ran after Saras.

Meta breathed a heavy breath. Now, he's alone again. Sure, there are a lot of people here. However, Meta is not very familiar with them. Long time left the entertainment world, he felt alien to this crowd.

“Are you satisfied with teasing other men?”

Meta. A twinkle from his eyes appeared. His smile broadened.

“Honey Galak!”

“Not Dear Ian?”

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