For a long time I went through life when I took off all my idealism. New indeed, but I will keep trying to follow the general certainty. That day in my contract room I was pensive. The television blazes without ignoring it. The fizzy water I just bought might not be as fresh as the first one.
Foods of peas and banana chips are eagerly waiting for the master to mate them. I was aghast in my thoughts. I waved my love memories with some women. I sometimes gape at my own without paying attention to anything around me. I myself in the contract.
"I hate her, she who is too materialistic, she who too follow the willingness of her parent, my love is not strong crashing heart rust," I thought vaguely.
I gradually began to hate love. She who I really wanted and loved to be my lover, accompanying my life can not finish love with me. I am opposed by my ego, she is against her ego. Say "good bye".
From that moment on I tried to divert all kinds of love that had been pierced by its unassailable desires. I was swept away in a wave of love that threw a bounce away on a lonely and unlit island. I'm quiet. It turns out that loneliness will be missed ???? Question four above, will be answered. Yes it will be answered.
My heart is now quiet, but I'm happy. I'm happy to do anything. I'm happy in loneliness, alone with the single nights that accompany me. The old story will be the answer of my heart.
I'm married, not with her. But with the one office girl I like the rest of it. I did not pursue her at all. I was just trying to follow the tradition of marrying people, and she, the one I love will remain forever. Please help me erase the memories.
Can,!!! But not everything can be deleted well. Without me looking forward, I must remember. And I risked myself to forget it. Disappointed, who is not disappointed with lovers who had been loved was only half submissive to prospective head of her family. Not her but behind her who incites.
It was a festive occasion, full of jokes and laughter. The neighbors whispered and many assumptions about the story of a newly completed childhood home.It was different and even my friend whispered, "survived a new life, a new episode of real life start from here."
I do not know what it means. I just think that married is nice united, undergoing customs. It must be them-they pray for the good.However the assurance of many households are also not synchronized.
I started a new episode of my life without her, the one I love. Let me feel the honey you just put poison and hopefully I do not intend to drink it. Newlyweds, can be two completely different sides. I know housekeeping if it goes on it will get boring more and more.
Not like my bachelor days. If I told you to answer, choose where the single period or pre marriage? I chose the first one. I choose because the load is at my disposal, the size of a large or small load I set. But both, especially with people we do not love right, make headache, make hot body cold. Let grass and rocks adhere to every wedding prayer.
My wry heart when I meet my partner's attitudes is not worth it. Worth the contents of my head. I chose to fix the household, she chose to disrupt the household. I thought about looking for a replacement.
My freedom was shackled by her jealousy along with my money coffers she kept glancing at. I always monitored the camera of a wife who did not care about other people, what is important is that she likes that she wants, if she is not happy and dissatisfied me who so lunatic. "Oh, is that the so-called love gratitude that the famous singer often dubbed." I thought softly and compassionately.
I was looking for the meaning of love, but did not find it. I'm not looking for myself yet. I want without her. Back singlet as before. I want to be like a flying bird and go home with a full stomach. It was my wish after the event, the indigenous entertainment and the flowers and the crocodile bread to be silent witness of my closeness to a figure that is not really.
The wedding is absurd. Even worse if we are eager to do good but what we get against our partner is not as perfect as there is dibenak us, we are sick. Sincerity apparently began to be tested.
I keep looking for my values. I craved the painful walls with patience ink and found the meaning of myself. I am a servant of God.
I pray for the people I love. Until sometime ...
I want to have a child. Perhaps God has arranged everything for me to see. I begged and kept trying to get results from my marriage. I am married to capital, I want to get the result of the marriage, the child. My successor later.
I want a boy, God receives my prayer, The rest I face people who do not understand me. My own partner. "Thank you love."
"Is marriage is delicious at the time of making love alone, the rest of the weather requires these and so forth."
"The hawapun say, lho men want to do delicious do not want this love-it to his wife who had willingly they slept every night when they want."
The tragedy of marriage is like accusing each other. I'm unusual.
Gradually I see life as a game.
Many of the short messages I received when I was a newlywed;
"You are older, there must be a lot of his country." Bena said that already had two children.
"If you can not wait for the household to disperse," said Pak Peno, a street vendor, where I drink coffee.
"The difference is reasonable Smith." Iwan said that the household is in turmoil.
"If it's only two years of marriage, household wah is busy tuh by cross each other's opinions." From the internet article that I get. "Especially if you already have children must be troublesome." Said the neighboring mothers.
many more phrases are expressed.
I was silent, feeling tragedy after tragedy.
Even I myself think that marriage is a restraint, not really me ...
The day went by, the sunset drowned. The afternoon continued to change the night, I was silent in a momentary reverie.
What attitude should I take. I was much deceived by the female figure, even I assumed if the woman was a trickster. Is she smarter than thieves? Wah-wah up to it. Sorry…
And even Adam himself has been tempted by the desire of Siti Eve to eat the fruit of the khuldi ... history proves how unsaved women are by satan and men by women. And I keep thinking. One day, two days, three days and keep looking ...
I find that no need to be too serious in housekeeping, easy going even all have been set ... Women are to coexist with men. God's decree it's true.
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