MAKE A WISH 2012

hari ini tanggal 1 january 2012, gue harap ditahun ini gakayak ditahun kemaren diaman gue banyak ngelakuin kesalahn, maka dari itu, make a wish gue di TAHUN 2012:

1. makin PINTER
2. nurut sama orang tua
3. LULUS UJIAN DENGAN NILAI YANG TERBAIK
4. bisa diterima di SMAN 1 PONTIANAK
5. makin sholeh, makin alim.
6. makin cantik
7. dapet pacar sesuai dengan kriteria gue+langgeng *ahai
8. bisa ngeraih nilai tinggi tanpa menyontek
9. belajar bisa konsentrasi selalu
10. gasering kelai sama adek
11. makin banyak kawan
12. dapat rezeki yang lebih banyak daripada di tahun kemaren
13. gasering dimarahin guru
14. gasering dimarahin ortu
15. bisa mendapatkan semua apa yang gue inginkan
16. gamales belajar lagi
17. gamales sholat lagi
18. tetap baik hati, membantu dan tidak sombong
19. timbangan turun sesuai dengan keinginan gue
20. gampang kurus & gagampang gendut
21. doa gue selalu dikabulkan dengan Allah S.W.T
22. dll

munkin itu dulu make a wish gue ditahun baru ini 2012, semoga apa yang gue inginkan diatas tadi bisa terkabul,     AMIIIINNNNNN :')

Read This (˘.˘ƪ )

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 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 every 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 thru with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

Via Runi Fuadillah

 

I'AM NOT PERFECT (¬_¬)

gue sekarang kelas 9 dan pastinya anak yang seumuran dengan gue akan mengalami hal yang sama dengan gue yaitu UJIAN ya UJIAN NASIONAL. gue tau kalau gue emang benar-benar harus belajar extra buat bisa ngeraih nilai yang tinggi, apalagi gue pengen banget bisa masuk SMA 1 PONTIANAK. nah disitu saingan buat gue masuk ke sekolah itu banyak bangeeettttt. mending saingannya yang setengah-setengah kayak gue, lah disana anak-anaknya pintar banget. selain itu orang tua gue juga ngotot banget supaya gue bisa masuk situ katanya kalau gue gabisa masuk disitu gue disuruh masuk SMA 3 PONTIANAK. diasana anak-anaknya juga pintar-pintar banget. dari sekarang orang tua gue nyuruh gue untuk belajar extra, tapi tau gak sih, dengan cara ini gue gaenak banget, gue ngerase gue terkurung banget dirumah. gue udah gaboleh main dirumah temen gue lagi dan gue juga gabole hang out bareng temen-temen gue lagi. gue hanya boleh keluar rumah kalau gue ke SEKOLAH sama LES doang. kerumah temen aja gue bolehnya kalau ada kerja kelompok aja, kalau buat main doang, hhhuuuuhhhh minta ijin aja gue males, karna gue juga udah tau kalau jawabannya NGGAK ! pengen banget seiap minggu gue bisa GOWES lagi bareng same temen gue, setiapa ada film bagus di XXI gue nontong bareng sama temen gue. temen - temen gue aja orang tunya gasegitunya kok, kenapa malah gue yang harus bernasib kayak gini ? gue pengen orang tua gue kayak orang tua lainnya, gak bersikeras keanaknya kayak gini. (╥﹏╥) apalagi bokap gue, di kelas 9 ini dia gaakan pernah lagi nganterin gue belajar kelompok dimah temen. sejauh apapun rumahnya tetep aja dia gamau. kalau aja gue bisa nyetir motor dengan benar sama bisa nyetir mobil, pasti guenya udah lari duluan. gatahan cuy kayak gini terus. gue gak seperfect yang lo mau.  (✖╭╮✖) orang tua gue bilang mereka gamaksa gue buat belajar, tapi dengan cara mereka kayak gini kan keliatang banget kalau mereka maksain gue buat belajar lebih tepatnye maksain gue buat pintar. kalau dari awal gue kayak gini, gimana pas ujiannya ? otak gue bisa capek duluan. gue pengen gue tuh belajarnya santai aja bisa refreshing kalau gue bener-bener mumet. tapi kenyaataanya malah kayak gini. yaudahlah maudiapain lagi coba ? semoga aja tahun ini sekolah gue LULUS 100% dan gue juga bisa LULUS DENGAN NILAI YANG TEBAIK, dan semoga juga gue bisa masuk SMA 1 PONTIANAK, AMIN ! AMIN YA RABBAL ALAMIN (˘⌣˘) (˘.˘ƪ )

KEJUJURAN (˘_˘'!|)

Kejujuran itu seperti es krim
Kalau tidak dilahap bakalan cepat meleleh, hilang ditelan hawa panas
Bisep ditangan itukan otot fisik
Nah, KEJUJURAN itu otot mental
dan otot harus dilatih terus, biar kuat
untuk hari ini latihan KEJUJURAN gue
JUJUR pada diri sendiri
Gue takut,
takut kalau inti isi hati gue mengenai banyak hal selama ini SALAH
Gue takut,
takut kalau gue bangunbeso matahari gamancul ditimur
atau...
gimana, kalau gue bangun besok
Gue baru tau, kalau HATI BISA SALAH ??? (˘_˘'!|)

LIE (✖╭╮✖)

Top Lies Of Boys :
 ~ I won't leave you, I promise
 ~ I'm with my friends
 ~ You're the only one
 ~ She's just my friends
 ~ You and Me forever

Top. 1 Lie Of  Girls :
 ~ I believe you

#TUMBLR

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