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MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD READ THIS ...

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

Remember love is the richest of all treasures. Without it there is nothing; and with it there is everything. Love never perishes , even if the bones of a lover are ground fine like powder. Just as the perfume of sandalwood does not leave it, even if it is completely ground up, similarly the basis of love is the soul, and it is indestructible and therefore eternal. Beauty can be destroyed , but not love.

Si IBU yang BODOH...

Hari itu, Cikgu Yong, guru mata pelajaran Kajian Tempatan meminta murid - murid kelas 4 Tun Razak berkongsikan pekerjaan ibu bapa mereka dengan rakan - rakan sekelas. Tiba giliran Naqiyudin, dia berasa sedikit gementar untuk ke hadapan dan bercakap dengan semua mata tertumpu kepadanya. Almaklumlah, pertama kali diminta berbuat sedemikian. Sebelum itu, sudah ada tujuh orang murid yang lain yang telah pon berkongsikan pekerjaan ibu bapa masing - masing. Ada yang si bapa bekerja sebagai doktor. Ada yang si ibu bekerja sebagai pensyarah. Ada yang jurutera. Ada yang saintis. Ada yang peguam. Macam - macam lah! Semuanya pon hebat - hebat belaka! 

"Assalamualakum kawan-kawan. Err.. Err.. Hari ni, saya nak kongsi dengan kawan-kawan... Pekerjaan ibu saya je kot. Bapa saya dah takde. Dia meninggal masa saya darjah 1 lagi." 

Pendedahan Naqiyudin itu disambut dengan 'Oooohh' dan 'Aaahhh' oleh rakan - rakannya yang lain, terutamanya yang perempuan. Naqiyudin menjadi semakin tidak keruan. Dia cuba menenangkan dirinya dengan menggentel - gentel jarinya. 

"Tapi dulu... Tapi dulu ayah saya kerja sebagai cikgu, macam Cikgu Yong jugak!"

Cikgu Yong tersenyum mendengar kata-kata Naqiyudin itu. 

"Ibu saya... Uhm... Masa ayah ada dulu, dia jadi suri rumah sepenuh masa. Sekarang ni... Dia ambil upah menjahit. Kadang - kadang dia buat kuih..." 

Kedengaran ada beberapa orang yang tertawa mendengarkan perkongsian Naqiyudin itu. 

"Sharifudin Ali! Kenapa kamu gelak? Cuba hormat sikit Naqiyudin di hadapan tu!" 

Cikgu Yong dengan tegas menegur anak - anak muridnya yang tertawa sebentar tadi. 

"Takde apa cikgu. Maaf cikgu." 

Namun pada wajah Sharifudin Ali, terukir sekuntum senyuman sinis yang menjengkelkan. Telinga Naqiyudin tiba - tiba menjadi panas. Kepalanya tidak semena-mena berpeluh dan gatal. Dia mengetap giginya menahan sabar. 

"Cikgu, izinkan saya bertanya kepada Sharifudin Ali kenapa dia tertawa sebentar tadi?"

Cikgu Yong mengangguk. 

"Sharif, kenapa kau gelak tadi? Ada apa - apa masalah ke, mak aku jahit baju dan jual kuih?" 

Sharifudin Ali bangun dengan gaya yang penuh angkuh, berpeluk tubuh dan dengan selambanya mengejek Naqiyudin. 

"Bukan apa. Mak orang lain semua kerja terer terer. Doktor. Pensyarah. Pembaca berita. Semua belajar tinggi - tinggi. Mak aku pon, bukan nak kata ah, tapi seorang usahawanita yang sukses. Sampai mak kau... Heh." 

Terbeliak mata Cikgu Yong mendengar kata - kata Sharifudin Ali yang penuh selamba itu. Sharifudin Ali baharu sahaja melanggar garisan sempadannya. Naqiyudin menggenggam tangannya, penuh kemarahan dan ketidakpercayaan. Baharu sahaja Cikgu Yong mahu mengatakan sesuatu, Naqiyudin sudah menyerang balas dahulu. 

"Oh ye..? Mari sini, aku nak beritahu kau sesuatu. Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi setiap pagi dia akan kejutkan aku untuk solat Subuh dan kemudian bersiap - siap untuk pergi sekolah. Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi setiap hari baju sekolah aku sudah tersedia bergosok. Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi setiap pagi dia akan sediakan bekalan sarapan untuk aku. Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi setiap hari dia akan teman aku pergi sekolah. Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi sebelum berpisah dengan aku, dia akan peluk aku dan hadiahkan aku ciuman di pipi dan dahi. Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi setiap hari, lepas loceng sekolah berbunyi, dia sudah tersedia menanti di luar pagar. Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi aku dapat jalan balik dari sekolah dengan mak aku sambil makan aiskrim. Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi setiap hari, lepas balik dari sekolah, makanan tengah hari sudah tersedia di dapur. Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi setiap hari dia pasti akan temankan aku buat buat kerja sekolah dan dia akan pastikan aku siapkan kerja sekolah aku. Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi aku ada 7 orang adik - beradik dan semuanya dia boleh jaga dengan baik! Ye, mak aku belajar tak tinggi, tapi makan kami cukup, pakaian kami cukup dan kami adik - beradik saling membantu untuk cukupkan mana yang perlu. Kami bahagia! Kau ada...??" 

Tergamam Cikgu Yong. Terkesima seluruh kelas. Pucat muka Sharifudin Ali. Pipinya basah dengan air mata.

 *** wahai sahabat sekalian....

Seorang ibu itu 'bodoh' kerana sanggup tidak tidur malam hanya kerana mahu menidurkan anaknya.

Seorang ibu itu 'bodoh' kerana sanggup berbelanja besar untuk anak-anaknya, sedangkan untuk diri sendiri dia bersederhana.

Seorang ibu itu 'bodoh' kerana sanggup berpenat-lelah, ke hulu dan ke hilir semata-mata menuruti kehendak si anak. 

Seorang ibu itu 'bodoh' kerana sanggup berlapar asalkan anaknya sendawa kekenyangan. 

Seorang ibu itu 'bodoh' kerana sanggup ditertawakan oleh sekeliling, berpakaian selekeh dan selebet asalkan si anak cantik bergaya. 

Seorang ibu itu 'bodoh' kerana sanggup berpuasa sebulan hanya kerana mahu membelikan kasut baru buat si anak. 

Seorang ibu itu 'bodoh' tidak dapat melelapkan matanya hanya kerana risaukan si anak yang tidak reti nak balik rumah, pulang lewat malam. 

Seorang ibu itu 'bodoh' sanggup membiarkan diri jatuh sakit hanya kerana memikirkan perangai si anak yang dah macam jembalang gunung. 

Seorang ibu itu 'bodoh' kerana seharian dengan linangan air mata sentiasa mendoakan kebahagiaan dan kejayaan anak-anaknya, meski si anak tidak pernah memaknai erti doa seorang ibu. 

Dan seorang ibu itu 'bodoh' kerana sanggup 'mati' hanya kerana mahu melihat anaknya terus 'hidup.' 

Meskipon si ibu itu tampak 'bodoh' pada pandangan mata manusia, 'bodoh' pada penilaian dunia, ketahuilah, syurga itu tetap berada di bawah telapak kakinya! 

perkongsian dari sahabat kepada sahabat ;)

jodoh pasti bertemu...

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Selalu menjadikanmu isi dalam doaku
Ku tahu tak mudah menjadi yang kau pinta
Ku pasrahkan hatiku, takdir kan menjawabnya

Jika aku bukan jalanmu
Ku berhenti mengharapkanmu
Jika aku memang tercipta untukmu
Ku kan memilikimu, jodoh pasti bertemu

Andai engkau tahu betapa ku mencinta
Selalu menjadikanmu isi dalam doaku
Ku tahu tak mudah menjadi yang kau pinta
Ku pasrahkan hatiku, takdir kan menjawabnya

Jika aku bukan jalanmu
Ku berhenti mengharapkanmu
Jika aku memang tercipta untukmu
Ku kan memilikimu, jodoh pasti bertemu

Jika aku (jika aku) bukan jalanmu
Ku berhenti mengharapkanmu
Jika aku memang tercipta untukmu
Ku kan memilikimu

(jika aku bukan jalanmu)
Ku berhenti mengharapkanmu
Jika aku memang tercipta untukmu
Ku kan memilikimu, jodoh pasti bertemu

setelah kau tiada...

Tak sempat ku mengerti
Kau tunjukan arah saat ku tersesat
Beri cahaya saat ku sendiri dalam gelap
Namun waktu tak pernah rela menunggu
Hingga akhirnya kau pun pergi

Terlambat ku sadari kau teramat berarti
Terlambat tuk kembali dan tuk menanti
Kesempatan kedua yang tak kan mungkin pernah ada
Baru ku teringat kau hembuskan angin
Saat ku bernafas siramkan air saat aku dalam kekeringan
Namun tak pernah aku hiraukan semuanya
Hingga kini pun kau tiada

Terlambat ku sadari kau teramat berarti
Terlambat tuk kembali dan tuk menanti
Kesempatan kedua yang tak kan mungkin pernah ada
Biarkan ku hidup dalam penyesalan ini
Sampai nanti kau akan kembali
Terlambat ku sadari kau teramat berarti
Terlambat tuk kembali dan tuk menanti
Kesempatan kedua yang tak kan mungkin pernah ada

Terlambat ku sadari kau teramat berarti
Terlambat tuk kembali......
Dan tuk menanti
Kesempatan kedua yang tak kan mungkin pernah ada
Yang tak kan mungkin pernah ada