Novel & Cerita Mangatoon My Ustadz My Husband

my friend Jocelyn rushed off her words as she roust me to pry through the numerous numbers of students who left their classes to be here just for one man and that man is my husband. That breathtaking, mouth-watering, virile and dazzling young man who is the idol of every student here today is none other but my cold and arrogant husband. I nearly laugh out loud when Jocelyn coaxes me to come here today with her so that I can get a glimpse of the world's most handsome and talented idol not to talk of how rich he is. To get a glimpse of my husband, a man I see everyday.... that was funny.

I had agreed to accept her as my second wife but yet, I didn't get anything in return despite trying to become a better person for my husband. She moved towards the gas and placed a pot on it. I think she's trying to prepare my husband's favorite. Ibrahim loves Semo and Vegetable soup, even though he's a Fulani man, he loves eating Semo and Vegetable soup always. Andi on the other hand can't even prepare it.

Old man : Why is your status looking like waist bead? Kene: How come you are seeing my status? I thought I blocked you 🙄 Old man : 😂😂 I have my ways : 😂😂 Kene : Whatever old man Old man : How is my wife? Kene : You mean my wife, she's here, in fact she's holding the phone and I'm doing the typing #Couplegoals Old man : Don't forget to shoot the ball well, I know we're good footballer's in our family 💪💪

We were the ones on our honeymoon, but they were the insufferable couple. The next play was somehow worse. I managed to get a decent kick, sending the ball toward the goal, only for Aaron to block it. “Aaron!” I yelled. “Try harder, sis.” He shrugged, smiling, then he shot a powerful kick towards us, but Davy blocked it, passing it to me, and I sent it back to him before he fired another shot, and straight it went into the goalpost. “Gooall!” I yelled, running towards my husband and jumping on him. “You did it, baby.” I exclaimed, kissing him.

Teringat pula dia pada kata-kata penghinaan yang di lontarkan oleh emak si Fayyadh. “Puji melambung awak ni. Saya biasa saja. Kita berpijak pada bumi yang sama. Memandang langit yang sama. Kita semua sama. Kita semua hamba Allah.” Tudiaaaaa…. Macam kata-kata seorang ustaz pula. Calon suami mithali ni. Emak aku kata, kalau dapat orang macam ni, jangan kasi lepas. Hahaha. “Amboi.. Sejak bila ni..? Jangan lupa jemput saya nanti ya. Saya ada bau nasi minyak ni. Macam dekat saja dengan kau orang.” Kata Puan Nora.

Me: He used to like me every day My husband: not so cool My husband: When I return to Jakarta, I want to meet your supervisor Me: but he scolded me because his friend told me to Me: the original is good Me: now his appearance really changed My husband: you mean? My husband: turned into a handsome man? Me: yes, but you are more handsome My husband: is he married? Me: I don’t know ,, I forgot to ask earlier My husband: if we meet again later ask yes Me: I don't think so, I don't see her wearing a wedding ring on her finger My husband: tomorrow you will go to campus, ask to change the new supervisor with Mr. Galih Me: No way! My husband: the husband's orders should not be denied, remember ...

Hmm, I'm sorry for my wife. "Can you teach me to cook?" I suddenly asked. He looked at me and I smiled at him. "Do you remember when you said you wanted me to teach you how to cook Trix? You almost set our kitchen on fire." heheh I'm thrilled with 'natin' as in 'NATIN' hubby, weg kengeng geyn ehehe p*tangina my pabebe! Eww eww I hate pabebe people but if I am papabebe, it's not eww because-- hmm, because as long as I love myself and I don't stress myself, the end.

I inserted the key I was given in the reception to open the door. He was already on his feet with a bright smile on his face. ‘If it is not the famous Aaron Carson’ he said as he walked towards me and pulled me into a hug I hugged back before we disengaged. ‘You look great, my man’ I said, smiling back at him. ‘You don’t look bad yourself, I see the marriage glow working’ he said, and we burst into laughter. Marriage glow? I wished. My marriage isn’t even up to four weeks yet, and I am already stressed as hell.

With a final glare, Katana turned on her heel and stormed out, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the weight of my decisions pressing down on me like a heavy burden. However, just as I was about to drown in my thoughts, the door swung open once again, and my husband entered, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. My lips parted in surprise as he handed it to me and kissed my forehead. "How do you feel now?" "I'm fine. But where have you been? And where's my maid?" I asked, confusion creeping into my voice. "She's not coming here. We'll be returning home right now," he declared firmly.

“And this is my fiancée, Hana Verlice.” “Oh, she’s as pretty as the news says,” the elderly woman said with a bright smile. She had to be close to eighty. “You did well, Elijah. Now I don’t feel so bad you didn’t end up with my granddaughter. But do let me know if it doesn’t work out — the offer still stands.” She laughed at her own words, and her husband gave her a light nudge, silently telling her to stop. The smile on Hana’s lips faltered. Her fingers pressed harder around Elijah’s arm.