Kata Kata Mutiara Tentang Rumah Tangga Novels & Stories

Dr Catherine asked "My mum may be discharged tomorrow and he wants us to move into his home," Ruth replied "So the problem now is how to break the news to your mother?" Dr Catherine asked "Yes," Ruth replied "Ruth, marriage is a serious thing. The more you hide it from your mother, the more complicated you make your situation. Your mother was in a coma when you got married. Now that she is awake, don't hide it from her. Tell her and explain things to her. She will understand and help," Dr Catherine's advice

“Aren’t you two a married couple? I saw your marriage certificate while cleaning the house before.” Words got stuck in Catherine’s throat. “Actually, we’re…” “Got into an argument?” Aunty Linda interrupted, “I’ve experienced this too. Did you move out not long ago? Consider taking a step back now that you’re finally back home. A married couple shouldn’t sleep in separate rooms or the relationship will lose its passion.

ab koii kush ho yaa ho ruuTHe is baat par chaahe har baat TuuTe Now, no matter whether someone is happy with me or irritated, even if we have a falling out, hum to bhai jaise hain vaise rahenge I'll always stay the way I am. humen shauq mehndii ka na shehanaa'ii ka hai... I have no taste for the trappings of marriage... hamaare li'e to apna ghar hii banaa hai My household is already established. sunta agar ho to sun le taare lagta nahiin kabhii ham honge raahe.n

The kettle whistled, and I poured the hot water into my mug just as Linda’s voice shifted to a new topic. “Marriage,” Linda said softly through the podcast, “is like building a home with someone who truly sees you. Not a house that looks perfect to the world, but one that feels warm when you step inside, where laughter fills the corners and sunlight streams through every window. It’s not about never facing storms—it’s about choosing, day after day, to stay there together, holding each other through everything.” I wrapped my hands around the warm mug and sat on the kitchen stool, staring into the steam rising from the tea.

Gran smiled gently and placed a wrinkled hand on my arm. “You know, my dear. A home isn’t just about the place. It’s about the people you share it with and the love that fills its walls.” Her words struck a chord with me. She was right. The house itself was just bricks and mortar just like any other house, but the memories and the love we had shared within its walls were what truly mattered. By finding Jenna, my one true mate, I had found a new family for myself as well, and already in a way, we had started building our own life together. I looked around the room, now filled with boxes and memories as something clicked for me. It shouldn’t matter where I would live in the future, as long as

said Amar to his daughter. "Mutiara hopes that someday Mutiara's husband can love Mutiara like Papa loves Mama. Because Mutiara wants Mutiara's husband to be, to have unlimited love for Mutiara. His love is increasing day by day. Like papa's love to Mama. Which day after day is getting more and more love." said Mutiara, full of admiration to her parents. Those who love each other until now.

I remember my Amma used to say “Woman has the power to build a beautiful family and also, she has the power to break the family into pieces. A woman holds that power. So, if we use it wisely then our married life will be happier” My mom is my good adviser. Because of her, I love this culture. I don’t know if my decision is right or wrong. But, I have decided to give a chance to this marriage. Now that I am married to him, I should do something to give value to my marriage. “I will make you fall for me, Zale” I smile at my thought. She doesn’t know that her Fate has other plans in her life. Not everything will go as we think.

The mansion sat right on the water, glass and pale stone, half-finished but already good enough to make the young couple in the entryway look faintly out of place in their own future home. "We just don't want it to feel cold," the wife said. Teresa crouched by the model on the table instead of repeating herself. "Cold doesn't come from empty space. It comes from a house that doesn't know its own family." She tapped the wall between the kitchen and the living room. "This comes down. Now you can watch your son learn to walk while you're stirring dinner three feet away." The husband glanced at his wife. His wife looked at the model like it had just answered something she hadn't said out loud.

Adelle and Reyhan, as parents who already understand how the household story works, provide advice and suggestions for Keysha and Xavier, who are just getting into the household ark. "This is marriage; it's sacred; don't make it into a toy, let alone have thoughts of ending marriage, because even though divorce is permissible, divorce is also hated by God. Avoid it as much as possible. Besides, why can you get married if Daddy is very sure you are already fated to be together?" Reyhan said, giving advice. "Yes, whatever the problem, talk about it with a cool head, give your partner time to explain, and also give your partner time to calm down. Make a decision when emotions are not good, and

Running her fingers through Clara’s soft hairs, she cooed, “Don’t worry so much Clara. Remember, Daddy may be angry but he can never hate you! Mommy loves you too and soon everything will be fine.” Pulling back she cupped her face and said, “It is important for you to understand that many things can be bought with money; almost everything! But not true love! Love your husband and be happy. After marriage, your own household and family is all that matters the most! Focus on that!” “I will Mommy.” Clara nodded. Isabelle kissed her forehead and cheeks and hugged her once last before ushering her to go with Ramona. ---