Husband Quotes Tagalog Novels & Stories

] "Sampo?! Ano'ng palagay mo sakin, at saka hindi pa ako sure kung hindi tamad ang mapapangasawa ko." ["I'm sure he's not."] "Pano mo alam aber?" ["Just a guess."] "Sana nga hindi siya tamad baka ako pa mag unat ng buto niya. ["Ouch, what a sadist."] "That's not being sadist. Kung ayaw mag trabaho para sa magiging pamilya namin aba ede mag asawa siya ng iba. Ano yun araw araw kaming mag mamahalan pero yung mga anak namin namamayat na sa gutom? Hindi ko kaya yun, mas mabuti pang tumanda na lang akong dalaga."

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her. I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

Samantalang ngayon ko lang napagtanto na masakit pala kay Papa ang makulong sa taong hindi na niya mahal na matagal ko nang nakakasama. Ang sarap niyang sapakin nang bahagya siyang tumawa. Anong nakakatawa? “How do you say I’m married?” bumaba ang tingin ko sa kamay niya kaya napatingin siya dito. Inangat niya iyon katapat ng mukha ko. He smirked. “You sound so sure.” “Bakit? Hindi ba ‘yan wedding ring?” Oh! Don’t tell me hindi yan wedding ring?

Agad kong sabi "Why? Wala syang karapatan na saktan ka noh. Ang bait mo kaya para masaktan ka ng ganyan. Walang kulang o mali sayo, sadyang hindi ka lang nya nakikitang sapat para sa kanya" "At kahit kailan hindi ko gustong nakikita kang umiiyak. Kahit pa nung hindi kita kilala bilang pinsan. Hindi ko kayang may umiiyak na babae dahil sa isang lalaki" seryosong sabi nya sa akin "Thanks cous" ngiti kong sabi "Anything for my cousin" sagot namna nya sa akin

The discussion on cooperation went quite well, both parties were equally satisfied, and hoped that in the future it would also produce good things. "Okay, then, Mr. Edgar, I have to say goodbye now, because my husband is waiting," Keysha deliberately suppressed the word husband, so that Edgar would know and remember that Keysha now has a husband, and to break Edgar's argument, who seemed to see that Keysha would not be happy if he were not married to Edgar. "Okay, Mrs. Keysha, have a nice lunch with your lovely husband," said Edgar, with a forced smile. Keysha just smiled, and walked away.

"I was just... just feeling sorry for Connor being alone. Why can't you understand? Why are you insisting on a divorce?" Every word sounded like an explanation. Every sentence dumped the blame on me. But did anything she did match what she said? Connor was alone— what about me? When I was raising two kids alone, holding this family together, who helped me? I let out a cold laugh and zipped my suitcase. The prettier her excuses sounded, the more pathetic she looked—like a clown begging for sympathy. "I get it. I wish you well. But I don't respect you," I said. "So go ahead. Be a family of four. Just remember to bring him back and register the marriage for real this time."

That word—'pregnant'—burned through me like fire all over again. Staring at him, my eyes were full of hate. I snapped, "What's it got to do with YOU?" He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me hard. "You're my WIFE! And you went behind my back—had a baby with my UNCLE? What was I to you?" I just stared, stunned. Thought I couldn't feel worse, thought I was already shattered. But somehow, Matthew always found a new way to crush me.

Alam ni Yesha kung sino iyon, at alam ni Yesha na hindi siya nagkakamali kahit sobrang imposible rin talagang mangyari ng iniisip niya. "Wife, gusto ko lang din siguraduhin na nakakulong nga siya. Ayaw kong balewalain yung sinasabi mo. Sabi ko naman sa 'yo, 'di ba? Palagi kitang poprotektahan." Pinatakan siya nito ng halik sa noo. Natatakot at nag-aalala siya na baka gumawa na naman ito ng masama kung totoo ngang nakakalabas ito ng kulungan. Pero napakaimposible naman kasi.

Dinner was loud. Filipino-loud. Grant-family-loud. Chaos-loud. My titas sat at one side of the long table speaking rapid Filipino, mixing English every two seconds. “Tyler, ang gwapo mo nung nag-propose si Mason. (Tyler, you were so handsome when Mason proposed.)” “Umiyak ka pa nga! (You even cried!)” “Pareho kayo umiyak! (You both cried!)” “Ang cheesy n’yo. (You’re both so cheesy.)”

he asked softly as he wiped my tears. "I love you so much, you also never leave me," I said while sobbing. "No way," he said with a smile. "But, aren't you tired of having a possessive husband like me, hm?" "No, I love you very much, I will always love you, Deffin Wirata, my husband, you have always been my beloved possessive Young Master." ~The end~ * * * * That is all and thank you****