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Selasa, 26 April 2011
Love Story
I want to love you with a simple
I looked at the calendar, located on the table in disgust. Saturday, March 30, 2002, the day of our wedding anniversary the third. And for the third time also Aa 'forget. First birthday, Aa 'forget because they have a meeting with directors to solve some financial problems. As finance director, Aa 'are obliged to solve the problem. Okay, I understand. The issue was indeed quite complicated.
Second birthday, Aa 'must be out of town to make presentations. His work made him forget. And after'm sorry, when I declare kekesalanku, he calmly replied, "Brother, after all I've proved my love throughout the year. The day was not celebrated it's okay. Love do not need a ceremony ... "
Now, early in the morning he was saying goodbye to the office because they have to prepare some documents meeting. He excused himself while I was in the bathroom. I deliberately did not remind him about our wedding anniversary. I want to test it, whether he remembers or not this time. In fact? I took a deep breath.
Wonder, what is hard to remember his own wedding anniversary? I grunted annoyed. Aa 'is different with me. He is calm and not expressive, much less romantic. Thus, there was never any interest on the special moments or a poem written on a piece of pink paper as often as I imagined before I got married.
As for me, expressive and romantic. I always give him the prize with sweet words every day of his birthday. I also do not forget to say dozens of times a word I love you every week. Send a message via sms poetry even when he was out of town. Anyway, for me love must be expressed clearly. Since clarity is also part of love.
I knew if I loved Aa ', I must accept it as is. But the cook do not people want to change and learning? Did not I already taught him to be more romantic? Ah, anyway I am annoyed point. And all be unpleasant for me. I'm cranky. Aa 'so it really sucks in my eyes. I start counting the time and attention he gave to me in our marriage three years. Nothing a relaxing weekend. We rarely had time to go out for dinner outside. Leisure time is usually spent sleeping during the day. Be manyun I own almost every day of the week and could only look at him sweetly snoring in bed.
Taste kesalku increasingly become. Moreover, our relationship this week it was not good. We were both tired. The work that piled up in our respective duties to make us meet at the house in a state are equally tired and irritable with one another. Be, some times we fight this week.
Actually, today I've emptied all my activities schedule. I want to be alone with her today and doing various fun things. Properly, this Saturday it off. However, that Aa '. It is very difficult for him to leave his job, even on weekends like this. Maybe, because we do not have a child. So he did not feel the need to spend some time on the weekend like this.
"Hen, you sure you want to receive an application A 'Ridwan?" Diah my friend looked at me strangely. "My brother was baseball romantic, you know. Unlike romantic husband who often do you imagine. He was the type of man whose hobby seriously hard work. Good hell, pious, faithful ... But baseball humorous. Anyway, the same life he was flat. Routine and boring. It contained just work, work and work ... "Diah connecting length. I just smile just at the time. Aa 'did ask my willingness to accept the proposal by Diah.
"You're really so, anyway? Nah love ya if I were brother-in-law? "I asked, frowning. Diah laugh to see me. "Well, that looks like this house will not be served. Most left to go at A 'Ridwan. "Diah giggled. "You do not know my brother, hell!" But, whatever Diah said, I have determined to accept the proposal Aa '. I'm sure we can adjust to each other. After all, he was a good man. That was more than enough for me.
The first weeks after our marriage was not a lot of problems. Like a new bride, Aa 'attempted romantic. And I'm happy. But, all ended when the cutinya ends. He was soon struggling with all its preoccupations, seven days a week. Almost no time left for me. My story enthusiasts often only ditanggapinya with um, oh, so yes ... Even then, while hugging sleepily roll. And, I have many hours waiting for her to tell then lose their appetite for continuing the story.
So ... I'm trying to understand and accept it. But this morning, kekesalanku him really peaked. I consent to the mother's house. I sent sms to him briefly. I waited. An hour later I received a new answer. Sorry, I was in a meeting. Be careful. Hail to Mother. You see. See. In fact he took an hour to reply smsku. Meetings, presentations, financial reports, that rivals that grab the attention of my husband.
I immediately went into my room which is now occupied by former Riri my sister. Kuhempaskan me in disgust. I was just going to close my eyes when I heard my mother faint knock on the door. I got up lazily.
"Why Hen? There was a problem with Ridwan? "Mother opened the conversation without preamble. I nodded. Mother did not ever be fooled. He always managed to guess the telling.
Although initially choked up, finally I told him also to Mother. My eyes filled with tears. I spilled kekesalanku to Mother. Mother smiled at the story. He stroked my hair. "Hen, maybe all of this one Mom and Dad are too pamper you. So you become annoyed with the attitude of your husband. Try it, think carefully Hen. What Ridwan shortage? He was a good husband. Loyal, honest and hardworking. Ridwan was never rude to you, diligent worship. He was also kind and respectful to Mother and Dad. Not all husbands like him, Hen. Many people who dizholimi her husband. Na'udzubillah! "Said Mother.
I was silent. Well, it really does what it says Mom. "But Mom, she was so outrageous. Cook Birthdays own marriage three times forgotten. Besides, he had absolutely no time for me. I'm his wife, bu. Not just part of the household furniture that just needs to be visited once in a while. "I'm still annoyed. Although inside I justify what was said Mother.
Yes, in addition to properties of less romantic, exactly what deficiencies Aa '? Almost none. Actually, he tried his best to membahagiakanku its own way. He always encouraged me to increase knowledge and broaden wawasanku. He also always encouraging to be more diligent in worship and always be kind to other people would have thought. About loyalty? No doubt. Diah an office with him. And he always talked with me how Aa 'attitude towards female colleagues in the office. Aa 'never wait on a call Anita are not too tired of teasing and asked her out. And if you want, with the appearance which is always neat and cool like that, do not make it difficult to attract the attention of the opposite sex.
"Hen, if you feel moody like that, actually not Ridwan problematic. The issue is only one, you lose a sense of gratitude ... "she said quietly.
I looked at Mom. Mom's words really menohokku. Yes, Mom was right. I lost a sense of gratitude. Is not the new two weeks ago I was persuaded Ranti, one of my best friends are stressed because her husband had an affair with another woman and is very rude to him? Did not I who took her to the doctor to treat bruises in several parts of his body because he was beaten by her husband?
Slowly, guilt arises in my heart. If it was I wanted to spend time with her today, why I did not say ahead of time so that he can manage jadualnya? Did not I could remind him nicely that I wanted to leave him alone today. Why I'm not trying to tell him that I wanted him to be more romantic? That I feel left out because of his work? That I was no longer afraid to be loved?
I quickly said goodbye to Mom. I rushed home to clean house and prepare a romantic dinner at home. I did not tell him. I want to make a surprise for him.
Dinner is ready. I prepare food craze Aa 'complete with a series of red roses at the dinner table. At seven nights, Aa 'has not come home. I waited patiently. Nine o'clock tonight, I just received smsnya. Sorry I'm late home. My job is not complete. The food at the table was cold. My eyes are heavy, but I'm still waiting for him in the living room.
I woke with a start. O Allah, I fell asleep. I glanced at the clock, at 11 pm. I got up. Bunch of red roses lay on the table. Beside him, lying on greeting cards and small jewelry box. Aa 'fast asleep on the carpet. He has not opened his tie and socks.
I took it and opened a greeting card. Sebait poetry makes me smile.
I want to love you with a simple
Through the words that were not delivered
Cloud to the water that makes no
I want to love you with a simple
With words that were not spoken
Wood to the fire that makes ash.
I looked at the calendar, located on the table in disgust. Saturday, March 30, 2002, the day of our wedding anniversary the third. And for the third time also Aa 'forget. First birthday, Aa 'forget because they have a meeting with directors to solve some financial problems. As finance director, Aa 'are obliged to solve the problem. Okay, I understand. The issue was indeed quite complicated.
Second birthday, Aa 'must be out of town to make presentations. His work made him forget. And after'm sorry, when I declare kekesalanku, he calmly replied, "Brother, after all I've proved my love throughout the year. The day was not celebrated it's okay. Love do not need a ceremony ... "
Now, early in the morning he was saying goodbye to the office because they have to prepare some documents meeting. He excused himself while I was in the bathroom. I deliberately did not remind him about our wedding anniversary. I want to test it, whether he remembers or not this time. In fact? I took a deep breath.
Wonder, what is hard to remember his own wedding anniversary? I grunted annoyed. Aa 'is different with me. He is calm and not expressive, much less romantic. Thus, there was never any interest on the special moments or a poem written on a piece of pink paper as often as I imagined before I got married.
As for me, expressive and romantic. I always give him the prize with sweet words every day of his birthday. I also do not forget to say dozens of times a word I love you every week. Send a message via sms poetry even when he was out of town. Anyway, for me love must be expressed clearly. Since clarity is also part of love.
I knew if I loved Aa ', I must accept it as is. But the cook do not people want to change and learning? Did not I already taught him to be more romantic? Ah, anyway I am annoyed point. And all be unpleasant for me. I'm cranky. Aa 'so it really sucks in my eyes. I start counting the time and attention he gave to me in our marriage three years. Nothing a relaxing weekend. We rarely had time to go out for dinner outside. Leisure time is usually spent sleeping during the day. Be manyun I own almost every day of the week and could only look at him sweetly snoring in bed.
Taste kesalku increasingly become. Moreover, our relationship this week it was not good. We were both tired. The work that piled up in our respective duties to make us meet at the house in a state are equally tired and irritable with one another. Be, some times we fight this week.
Actually, today I've emptied all my activities schedule. I want to be alone with her today and doing various fun things. Properly, this Saturday it off. However, that Aa '. It is very difficult for him to leave his job, even on weekends like this. Maybe, because we do not have a child. So he did not feel the need to spend some time on the weekend like this.
"Hen, you sure you want to receive an application A 'Ridwan?" Diah my friend looked at me strangely. "My brother was baseball romantic, you know. Unlike romantic husband who often do you imagine. He was the type of man whose hobby seriously hard work. Good hell, pious, faithful ... But baseball humorous. Anyway, the same life he was flat. Routine and boring. It contained just work, work and work ... "Diah connecting length. I just smile just at the time. Aa 'did ask my willingness to accept the proposal by Diah.
"You're really so, anyway? Nah love ya if I were brother-in-law? "I asked, frowning. Diah laugh to see me. "Well, that looks like this house will not be served. Most left to go at A 'Ridwan. "Diah giggled. "You do not know my brother, hell!" But, whatever Diah said, I have determined to accept the proposal Aa '. I'm sure we can adjust to each other. After all, he was a good man. That was more than enough for me.
The first weeks after our marriage was not a lot of problems. Like a new bride, Aa 'attempted romantic. And I'm happy. But, all ended when the cutinya ends. He was soon struggling with all its preoccupations, seven days a week. Almost no time left for me. My story enthusiasts often only ditanggapinya with um, oh, so yes ... Even then, while hugging sleepily roll. And, I have many hours waiting for her to tell then lose their appetite for continuing the story.
So ... I'm trying to understand and accept it. But this morning, kekesalanku him really peaked. I consent to the mother's house. I sent sms to him briefly. I waited. An hour later I received a new answer. Sorry, I was in a meeting. Be careful. Hail to Mother. You see. See. In fact he took an hour to reply smsku. Meetings, presentations, financial reports, that rivals that grab the attention of my husband.
I immediately went into my room which is now occupied by former Riri my sister. Kuhempaskan me in disgust. I was just going to close my eyes when I heard my mother faint knock on the door. I got up lazily.
"Why Hen? There was a problem with Ridwan? "Mother opened the conversation without preamble. I nodded. Mother did not ever be fooled. He always managed to guess the telling.
Although initially choked up, finally I told him also to Mother. My eyes filled with tears. I spilled kekesalanku to Mother. Mother smiled at the story. He stroked my hair. "Hen, maybe all of this one Mom and Dad are too pamper you. So you become annoyed with the attitude of your husband. Try it, think carefully Hen. What Ridwan shortage? He was a good husband. Loyal, honest and hardworking. Ridwan was never rude to you, diligent worship. He was also kind and respectful to Mother and Dad. Not all husbands like him, Hen. Many people who dizholimi her husband. Na'udzubillah! "Said Mother.
I was silent. Well, it really does what it says Mom. "But Mom, she was so outrageous. Cook Birthdays own marriage three times forgotten. Besides, he had absolutely no time for me. I'm his wife, bu. Not just part of the household furniture that just needs to be visited once in a while. "I'm still annoyed. Although inside I justify what was said Mother.
Yes, in addition to properties of less romantic, exactly what deficiencies Aa '? Almost none. Actually, he tried his best to membahagiakanku its own way. He always encouraged me to increase knowledge and broaden wawasanku. He also always encouraging to be more diligent in worship and always be kind to other people would have thought. About loyalty? No doubt. Diah an office with him. And he always talked with me how Aa 'attitude towards female colleagues in the office. Aa 'never wait on a call Anita are not too tired of teasing and asked her out. And if you want, with the appearance which is always neat and cool like that, do not make it difficult to attract the attention of the opposite sex.
"Hen, if you feel moody like that, actually not Ridwan problematic. The issue is only one, you lose a sense of gratitude ... "she said quietly.
I looked at Mom. Mom's words really menohokku. Yes, Mom was right. I lost a sense of gratitude. Is not the new two weeks ago I was persuaded Ranti, one of my best friends are stressed because her husband had an affair with another woman and is very rude to him? Did not I who took her to the doctor to treat bruises in several parts of his body because he was beaten by her husband?
Slowly, guilt arises in my heart. If it was I wanted to spend time with her today, why I did not say ahead of time so that he can manage jadualnya? Did not I could remind him nicely that I wanted to leave him alone today. Why I'm not trying to tell him that I wanted him to be more romantic? That I feel left out because of his work? That I was no longer afraid to be loved?
I quickly said goodbye to Mom. I rushed home to clean house and prepare a romantic dinner at home. I did not tell him. I want to make a surprise for him.
Dinner is ready. I prepare food craze Aa 'complete with a series of red roses at the dinner table. At seven nights, Aa 'has not come home. I waited patiently. Nine o'clock tonight, I just received smsnya. Sorry I'm late home. My job is not complete. The food at the table was cold. My eyes are heavy, but I'm still waiting for him in the living room.
I woke with a start. O Allah, I fell asleep. I glanced at the clock, at 11 pm. I got up. Bunch of red roses lay on the table. Beside him, lying on greeting cards and small jewelry box. Aa 'fast asleep on the carpet. He has not opened his tie and socks.
I took it and opened a greeting card. Sebait poetry makes me smile.
I want to love you with a simple
Through the words that were not delivered
Cloud to the water that makes no
I want to love you with a simple
With words that were not spoken
Wood to the fire that makes ash.
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