Novel & Cerita My Husband Has Become A Grumpy Old Man

" I'm in love with a married woman. Who deserves the world and more but she keeps on going back to her first love and I'll be fighting a losing battle, she needs to find a way to let go of Maximilian Blackwell." " For your own selfish needs . Stop moping around and enjoy Amy." "Oh she's coming to the party too . I need to go pick her up at the hotel. " "I will do it . You go wake up your brother and get him ready. " " Just so you know you can't have sex with your husband for the next week . " " Why is he that grumpy?" "I found out what's causing his back ache." " Really ? " "Yes." " Why? "

she says with a smile. “My granddaughter can’t even have the ceremony she deserves because of a bunch of ingrates,” mutters my grandpa angrily, my grandma holds his hand to calm him, and he does immediately, giving her a loving smile. “Don’t mind me, Cupcake, I’m just a grumpy old man,” he says to me. I shake my head and kiss his cheek. “You’re neither grumpy nor old, you just love me,” I tell him with a reassuring smile. “Darn right I do,” he says proudly beaming back at me.

Time flies rather so quickly and as the years go by, I'm grateful that I was gifted the chance to experience true happiness with my husband. It's amazing how much my husband has changed within the past few years. He shows more emotions and when I see him laugh, smile or even cry tears of joy, there's an overwhelming rush of ecstasy that washes over me. Sometimes, his emotions gets shuttered, but that only happens in rare occasions.

He doesn't know How hard I struggle, to get pregnant, gave birth. "You invite, like telling me to making toast. It's not that easy, boy." "Looks like you forgot, my name is Gerald. Geez, my wife is old. Already senile, her child is already 4." I pinched at once, Gerald's stomach. How can he say that his own wife is senile and old. You perverted brain husband! "You're the one who makes me old like this." "You forget, if you are really old." Shit! my face immediately frowned listening to Gerald's narrative. Why did he have the heart to say to me like that?

Even in the dim light I can see the annoyance on his face, but honestly, I’m not surprised. “Were you hoping I was worse off?” He asks as I pull up a seat beside him. “Is that the reason you did something so ridiculous?” For a moment, I don’t respond as I take my grandfather in, noting how his usually well-combed hair is a mess, and how his face looks too pale, but aside from that, he seems fine. “How is marriage ridiculous?” I ask. “Haven’t you been harping about my needing to get married since I was already in my thirties?”

Something that had my hands on her every night, no matter how much I told myself I didn’t need to touch her. I let a cool smile curve my mouth, one I couldn’t quite hide. “We’re married now. What else can I do?” The corner of his mouth lifted, that rare, almost boyish spark breaking through. “You could give me plenty of great-grandchildren.” My smile deepened. “What do you think made me late earlier?” Grandpa chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s rude to keep an old man waiting… but in this case, I’ll allow it.” His tone was elegant, but threaded with humor that didn’t quite hide his satisfaction.

“There’s a significant age gap between you two.” “Yes.” I narrow my eyes at him. “How old are you exactly?” “Forty-Three.” “At least you’re younger than me,” I grumble and I hate that in another life that didn’t involve him defiling my daughter, we could have been friends because he’s actually pretty likable. I do, however, take some comfort that he has more gray hair than I do. He leans forward over the counter and gives me what I think is a sincere look. “I know I’m significantly older than her, but I can assure you that I love her more than anything and will do everything I can to be the best husband I can be.”

Even the woman who continued to stand beside the old man, who seemed reluctant to refute a single word of the old man, made him believe that the old man's position anywhere had never succeeded in making his interlocutor reject a single word. In her small heart, she finally understood the reason for her husband's reluctance every time he received a call from his grandfather. In rough terms, and in easy-to-understand language, the man was pain in the ass. He caught his breath, trying to calm himself from the annoyance mixed with a little irritation at the old man's pushy attitude, purely as a way of honoring the old man who was walking with childlike strides down the corridor.

~Raina~ A week ago I had the feeling, that my husband could possibly have feelings for me. But oh boy, how wrong I was. My husband is still the Doctor grumpy Murad who doesn't give a shit about what I do. He didn't even tell me to make him breakfast again because I didn't make him for the first day. Back at home, I have never even turned on the gas how could I make something here? I don't know about household work.

“SHE'S MARRIED.” “Oh, I see… Well, that’s quite unfortunate.” The old man's face fell, his eyes giving way to a subtle cloud of disappointment, “Your husband is one lucky man.” “He is.” Clayton couldn't agree more.