[[-pieces of my heart-]]

Daddy and Mummy

Danish 3rd Birthday

Faris 1st Birthday

Friday, June 13, 2008

4| | |pindah rumah...| | |3

skrg nih tgh dlm process nak renovate n pindah ~~umah~~.. errr..blog layout baru...kui kui kui..credit to abang yang bakal tolong yer...muaasshhh love you honey..neway blog lama nih byk sesgt sentimental value nyer...hadiah dari abang utk aku... so aku sangat lah sayang blog template aku yang pepel nih...it is so me... tapi kekadang hidup nih perlu perubahan..dan aku pon perlukan perubahan..so setelah dua tiga kali belah bagi nak tukar takmo tukar ...last2 aku pon amik keputusan utk tukar gak lah..since abang pon dah nak tolong...hehehe..sebelum dia naik geram ngan aku better make up decision cecepat...

utk sape2 yang nak usha2 umah baru aku nih... ini link nyer.. http://yanie.bumicyber.org/

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

4| | |A wake up story...| | |3

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 a lovely girl called Dew. 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 Dew 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 did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. 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 months time and she did'nt 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 everyday 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 Dew 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 mummy 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 realised 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 Dew 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 mum 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. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, 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 any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew 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.

The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property , the money in the bank, etc. 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,
but if you do, you just might save a marriage.

p/s: credit to kak nora....it does means a lot to me..thanks....

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

4| | |2 years ago...| | |3

2 years ago...at this very same ti me... i was in great pain of labour...having contractions after contractions..but i still feeling excited about you coming to the world...

2 years ago...as they wheeled me to the labour room..i still managed to put on lip gloss and a little bit of mascara so that i can look good the first time you see me...

2 years ago... with the painful
process and the suffering that i have to bear..for days..and today finally you decide to come out of my tummy
after all...

2 years ago... as you went out from my tummy...the pain just vanished as i saw you..i thought you are the most beautiful little thing i have ever seen in my life...

happy birthday my little darling danish..

mummy wish you all the joy and happiness around you...mummy pray for your health..longivity..prosperity...and also mummy pray that you grown up to be a good person inside and outside...a good servant to Allah...and mummy hope you have all you dream of... mummy always love danish all my life... you always be the gem of my life...

p/s: cepatnyer masa dah berlalu...huk.....

Kasih Suci

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Ku di sini memerhati tanpa rasa sangsi
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Ku di sini mendampingi agar kau mengerti

Berlarilah kau berlari
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Dalam suka dalam duka
Kau tetap cahaya

Ku bersyukur pada Yang Esa
Punya segala-galanya
Sederhana tapi oh sempurna

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