The Hilarious Husband Novels & Stories

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 ...

Few with an annoyed scowl, few shaking their head in disappointment and few chuckling at my stupidity. I realized what was going on when I heard suppressed laughter from my right. That goddamned blue-eyed son of a fridge who also happened to be my husband was laughing like a chained maniac after scaring and embarrassing me in front of a whole crowd. I angrily emptied the popcorn tub on him and hit him with it mercilessly but his laughter didn't stop. I was embarrassed to even look up at the screen. I ducked my head down and I felt the empty popcorn tub plopped on my head. Angrily, I removed the tub off my head and glared at Adrien who was still laughing. I threw it on his face and without a

I say, and she laughs "That's not my husband, I actually have no idea who that man is." She says laughing even harder. "Are you for real?" I ask, surprised and confused. "Yeah. You should see the look on your face." She says with a snort. Her laugh is so contagious, I start laughing too. "You're crazy, you know that right?" I say, laughing. "You believed me way too easily." She says, calming down. "Honestly, if my husband was up there trying to make me jealous, we would not be having this conversation." She says and I laugh.

“Why are you making this difficult? You know what I mean. You never corrected him when he referred to me as your wife, and you just had to laugh at his jokes about marriage, as if you can relate.” He looked amused and that only got me more infuriated. “What's funny about my question?” I snapped. “Nothing,” he said, but let out a laugh as if he couldn't control himself. “Why are you laughing?” I was raising my voice now because this man just knew how to push me to my limits. “Okay, okay,” he stilled his laughter. “You’re complaining I didn't try to correct him when he called you my wife, but then you didn't try to correct him when he called me your husband either.”

“Thank you, “ Conor speaks up so that everyone can hear him. He looks drunk, but not too drunk. Max walks towards Dominic but now it’s too late to stop Conor. He is already speaking. “Thank you all for being here, “ Conor says and points at Grandfather Richard, who is sitting in the corner, Violet is next to him. “Especially to my dearest Grandfather. As you all know, Violet and I got married a few years ago. “ Oh, no… I keep chanting when I realize what he is going to do. Violet looks terrified as Conor goes on. “But we are no longer together. “ Conor says and everyone exclaims. “Yes, we are divorced now. I signed the papers recently. “ The murmurs are coming from everywhere. Even the staf

I said over my chortle. “That was definitely fun. This is the best one yet.” He said, claiming his calm. “Yes. My idea.” I boasted and he ignored me. “And it’s already so funny when they haven’t even shown up with the switch yet!” I said with a really huge smile. I was really enjoying myself. “Yes. And I can’t wait.” My husband matched my smile. “I might just start laughing once they start showing up,” I said, doubting myself already. I knew it would be too amusing to hold my laugh back so I had to warn him.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

"Get ready, your husband will be here to pick you up soon." I paused, staring at him like he had grown an extra horn. Mindlessly, I burst out into laughter, wondering when my father started comedy. "I never knew you were interested in comedy." "I am serious," he yelled. "Tomorrow or the day after, your husband will be coming to get you, so get your ass off my couch and go and prepare!" "How can I have a husband when I am not married..." "You are," he interjected. This time, there was nothing funny about it, yet I couldn't twist out even a smile from myself.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

If anything, he stood even firmer by me. Logan gave a short, cold laugh. "Fine. Keep mouthing off. When you're on your knees at my door, begging to be taken in, it'll be too late." Then, looking at my son, he sneered. "Sharp tongue, poor looks. Didn't inherit a bit of my good genes." The moment he left, a driver in the same model car pulled up. My husband's messages came through. [Honey, I'll have the driver take you and Caleb to the restaurant. I'll be late. Have a work meeting. You must be tired after shopping today. Next time, I'm skipping any business dinners that don't involve you. I miss you.]