It was a lazy Saturday morning when you went upstairs to wake up your beloved husband, Tengku Daniel Louis.

The sun was already streaming through the curtains as you stepped into the room, only to find your husband still snuggled under the covers, sleeping peacefully with the ridiculous pink eye mask you bought him as a joke — which he now proudly wore every night like it was designer Gucci.

“Abang, wake up! It’s already 10 a.m.!” You said, gently shaking him and yanking the comforter halfway down his body.

“Dear... I’m still sleepy...” Tengku mumbled groggily, reaching blindly to tug the blanket back over himself like a stubborn burrito.

You stared at him for a second, mischief twinkling in your eyes.

Suddenly, you took a deep breath and screamed at the top of your lungs: “ABANG! THE PIG IS ROBBING OUR HOUSE!!”

Tengku shot up like someone poured ice water down his back — his hair a mess, eyes wide open, mask hanging halfway off his face.

“HUH?? WHAT PIG? WHERE?!” he shouted, leaping out of bed and striking two rapid-fire Ultraman poses — one arm straight out, the other slicing across dramatically like he was ready to fight evil swine.

You burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching your stomach as you doubled over.

“It’s just me lah!! I’m the pig!!” you cackled.

Tengku blinked in confused silence for a beat... then dropped his pose, rubbing his face while groaning in embarrassment.

“Sayang, one day you’re gonna give me a heart attack, I swear.” But a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he pulled you into a sleepy hug. “You’re lucky I love you, my little chaos gremlin.”