Novel & Cerita Mangatoon My Ustadz My Husband

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.

Or is it Steven you're actually upset about? Irene tore at my wound without a care. I sat there, staring at her for a long while, then let the tension drain out of me. I leaned back and spoke in a voice that sounded calm even to my own ears. "When I was a kid, my mom had an affair and brought the man she was seeing into our home. That man gave me a mango. Back then, mangoes weren't common. I thought it was something special, so I sat on the couch and started eating it.

“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.

Ah, at least that guy can learn to love me after marriage. "Everything will be easy later." My legs have become jelly because I do not get her support. It's no use talking to mom. Aunt Dalton must have bribed her with a lot of money. Err ... . . CONTINUED

“What are you doing with your father’s inheritance?” “Didn’t you leave already?” I fought to remain calm as I put the envelope back into the safe. He walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed, holding my face with both hands and eyes full of concern. “Something feels off with you today. Are you unwell?” His brown eyes were utterly devoted. If I had not seen his marriage records myself, I would have believed that he was still the man who held the umbrella for me on those rainy nights. “I don’t want to take in those two kids. Let’s raise our own baby instead, can we?”

Madaling-madali kasi kanina, e. Agad na akong kumuha ng pagkain. Ang kinuha ko lang ay Spaghetti at Pandan. Paborito ko ito, ang sarap kasi at ang tamis pa. Parang pagmamahalan nila Nanay at Tatay, isang malaking sana all talaga. Joke, ayaw ko pa mag-asawa. Boyfriend nga bawal na, asawa pa kaya? "Dito ka, 'nak!" Yaya sa akin ni Nanay sa tabi niya, habang tinatapik. Kaya agad na akong lumapit dito at naupo.

The Other Woman, clutching the husband’s arm, looks back sneering. Wife: Hoy! Wala na ngang makain ang mga anak natin, ikaw pa ang may lakas ng loob na mambabae?! Husband: Hindi mo ako naiintindihan! Wag kang mag-eskandalo dito. (Husband and the Kabet leaves. Wife cries on her palms. Addict stumbles in to the left of Maria and Emilio, sweating, clutching his chest.) Addict: (hysterical) Ayoko na! Kahit anong gawin ko, tingin niyo sa’kin adik! Gusto ko lang ng trabaho! Pero walang programa, walang tulong!

He had work again on Monday. "Can you put this over there?" Mama handed me the cake she was holding. She finished cooking so fast—she's really amazing. I was busy cooking spaghetti, of course, because it's my husband's favorite. Just like how Mama made pancit because it's Papa's favorite. They like different things, so we ended up with so much food, as if more than four people were going to eat. Tooot tooot I looked for my phone when I heard a text message come in.

I was just thankful that before I could cry completely, Manang Setta grabbed my attention again. "Oh, he! Come on, son, hurry up already and your husband is very angry!" he reminded me frantically again. I laughed at him. It's like he's not used to that man yet. Steven Oxford, the very impatient husband of mine. "I'll be next, Manang. It's just a moment. Please just check on Zellor, he might be late for school."