My head, it hurts so bad today. I had to go home early. Sorry bos, can't help it. Rase cam migrain dah. Balik2 umah teros tido. Urgh.
Anyway, pardon my boredom. I always come up with random stuffs, don't I? Cheesy pulak tu hahahhaaaa.
p/s: After reading this, I kinda blame the wife for being such a crybaby but thank God she has such a great and understanding husband. Cam pelik jugak la the wife request benda bukan2 macam tu. But hey, this is a fairy tale story. Jarang ade lagi sekarang. Kan? :p
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Two years into marriage, I would have
to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him
before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a
relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a
little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his
lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments
into our marriage has disheartened me about love
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for
everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night,
seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My
feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even
express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he
asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”
Somebody said
it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I
have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly
answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my
heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the
face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower
will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give
you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his
response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw
a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk
glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I
would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the
reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I
continued reading.
“When you use the computer you always mess
up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to
save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always
leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to
open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a
new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have
the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to
save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by
infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories
to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do
nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow
old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying
white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the
beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you
the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young
face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves
you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ”
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting…
and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my
answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am
standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk… I rush to
pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his
hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…
That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of
excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies
in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms,
even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could
be the most dull and boring form... flowers, and romantic moments are
only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this,
the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words
win arguments…
Kenapa kita selalu nak salahkan orang lain sedangkan Allah bagi akal untuk berfikir?
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