Touching story that is so motivating- Here's a story or a sad story
that can motivate you to live the household life. Touching story or a sad story
is about the journey of love a wife who never loved her husband for 10 years of
marriage until her husband died, and finally she realized how much love and
affection that’s given by her husband over the years. she spent the first ten
years to hate him, but after her husband gone, she spent most of the rest of
her life to love her husband.
I hate him, that's what always whisper in my heart for most of our
time together. Though married, I never really give
up my heart to him. Married under compulsion parents, made
me hate myhusbandself.
Although forced marriage, I
never showed hatred attitude. Though
hated him, every day I serve my husband as duties of a wife. I had to do it all because I have no other
handle. Several
times a desire to leave but I do not have the financial capability and support
anyone. Both
my parents were very fond of my husband because according to them, my husband
is a figure of perfect husband for their only daughter.
When married, I became very
spoiled wife. I did
everything as I please. My
husband also indulged in such a way. I never really live my duties
as a wife. I
always rely on it because I think it was supposed to be after what he did to
me. I have
given my life to him so that the his task is having to make me happy is to obey
all my wishes . In our house, I'm the queen. No one dared to fight. If there is a little problem, I always blame my
husband. I do
not like a wet towel placed on the bed, I'm
annoyed look he put the rest of the spoon stirring milk on the table and it
left a sticky, I hate him when he used my computer though just to finish his
job. I'm
angry that he hung his clothes in kapstock my shirt, I was also angry that he
wears without squeezing toothpaste neatly, I was angry when he called me up
many times when I'm having fun with my friends.
At first I chose not to have
children. though
I'm not working, but I do not want to take care of children. Initially he supported, and I and him planning
it with pills. But
apparently he hid his desire so deep that one day I forgot to take pill, and
even though he knew he let it. I also
pregnant and only realized after more than four months, and the doctor refused
to abort.
That's my biggest anger to him. Anger grew when I became pregnant and had a pair
of twins had a difficult birth. I
forced him to perform vasectomies so I'm not pregnant anymore. he dutifully did all my wishes because I
threatened to leave him with our children.
Time passed until children
aged eight years. Like
the previous morning, I woke up at the end. my husband and children were waiting for me at
the dinner table. As
usual, he was who provided breakfast in the morning and take the kids to
school. That
day, he was reminded that day that there was the anniversary of my mother. I just replied with a nod regardless words
reminiscent of the events the previous year, at the time I chose to the mall
and not present in the event the mother. Well, because they feel trapped by marriage, I
also hate my parents.
Prior to the office, usually
my husband only kiss me on the cheek and followed the children. But that day, he also hugged me so the kids
tease him noisily. I
tried to dodge and release his arms.Though finally smiling with the kids. He kissed back up a few times in front of the
door, as if the weight to go.
When they go, I will decide
to go to the salon. Spending
time at the salon is my hobby. I
arrived at the salon my subscription a few hours later. In the salon I met one of my friends at the same
time people do not like. We
chatted with fun activities including exhibiting mutual us. It was time I had to pay the bill of salon, but
how shocked I was when I realized that my wallet left behind at home. Although
reached into my purse to the deepest part of me could not find it in the bag. Trying to remember what happened until I could
not find my wallet I called my husband and asked.
"Sorry dear, yesterday
Farhan asking pocket money and I did’n have little money so I take from your
wallet. I
forgot to put it back into your bag, I think I put it on my desk. "Said
explained gently.
Angrily, I scolded him
harshly. I hung
up the phone without waiting for him to finish talking. Shortly thereafter, my cell phone rang again,
and though still annoyed, I will raise it half snaps. "What else??"
"Honey, I'm home now,
I'm going to grab your wallet and drove it to you. dear, where are you now? "My husband asked
quickly, worried I hung back. I
called my salon name and without waiting for the answer again, I re-hung. I talked to the cashier and say that my husband
will come to pay my bills. The
owner of the salon that my friend actually let me go and said I could pay for
it later when I'm back again. But
shame because the "enemy" also know if I missed wallet,
makes
me ashamed to owe my friend. Rain fell when I look out and hope my
husband's car coming soon. Minutes passed into hours, I can not wait to
start getting the phone call my husband. There was no answer despite many times I called.
Though
usually only two times my phone rings has been answered by him. I started to feel bad and angry.
My phone was lifted after
several attempts. When
sound my snapped is not out yet again, a strange voice answered the phone my
husband. I was
silent for a few moments before the sound of the stranger introduced himself,
"Good day, madam. Are
you the wife of Sir armandi? 'I answer that question soon. The stranger turned out to a police officer, he
told me that my husband had an accident and now he is being taken to the police
hospital. At
that time I was just speechless and just replied thank you. When the phone is closed, I crouched in a daze. My hands clutched the phone in my hands and came
up with alacrity some salon employee asked me what happened to my face became
pale as white as paper.
Somehow I got to the hospital. also somehow suddenly the whole family was there
followed me. I just quietly waiting for my husband in front of the emergency
room. I do
not know what to do as long as it was he who did everything for me. When finally after waiting a few hours,
precisely when the maghrib call to prayer sounded a doctor came out and deliver
the news. My
husband has gone.He went not because of the accident itself, the stroke was the
one who caused his death. Finished
hearing the fact that, instead I was busy strengthening my parents and his
parents are in shock.There was absolutely no drop of tears in my eyes out. I was busy calming the mother and father-in-law. Children who are hit, hug me tightly but their
grief not completely unable to make me cry.
When the body was brought
into the house and I sat in front of him, I was staring his face. I realize this is the first time I really looked
at his face which seemed fast asleep. I approached him and looked at it carefully. That's when my chest becomes congested
remembered what he had given me over the past ten years of our togetherness. I touched his face which has cooled slowly, and I
realized this is the first time I touched his face, which had always decorated
with a warm smile. tears
welling in my eyes, blurring my vision. I gasped trying to wipe the tears that did not
prevent his last look, I want to remember all the parts of his face so that the
sweet memories of my husband did not end just like that. But instead of stopping, the torrential tears
flooded my cheeks. Warning
of a mosque imam's which regulates the funeral procession can not make me stop
crying. I
tried to hold it, but my chest tightness to remember what I did to him last
time we spoke.
I remembered how I never pay
attention to their health. I
hardly ever set his eating. Though
he always manage what I eat. He
noticed vitamins and medications should I consume, especially when
pregnant and after childbirth. He
never missed eating regularly reminded, sometimes even fed me when I'm lazy to
eat. I
never knew what he was eating because I never asked. I do not even know what he likes and dislikes. Almost the whole family knows that my husband is
a fan of instant noodles and strong coffee. My chest tightened hear it, because I know he
may be forced to eat instant noodles because I hardly ever cook for him. I only cook for the kids and myself. I do not care he had eaten or not when go home. He can eat only when residual cooking. And he came home late every day because of the
office is quite far from home. I do
not ever want to respond to his request to move closer to the office for not
far away from where my friends live.
At the funeral, I could not
help myself anymore. I
fainted when I saw his body disappear simultaneously burying the soil pile. I do not know anything until waking up in my big
bed. I woke
up with a sense of regret fulfill my chest cavity. extended family in vain to persuade me because
they never know why I was so hurt to lose him.
I lead the days after his
disappearance was not freedom as long as I wanted but instead I was stuck in
the desire to be with him. In the
early days of her disappearance, I sat stunned staring at an empty plate. Father, mother and mother-in-law talked me into
eating. But
what I remember is when my husband persuaded me to eat when I'm angry. When I forget to bring a towel in the bath, I
called him screaming as usual and when even my mother who came, I squatted down
crying in the bathroom hoping he comes. Habit is called each time I could not do
anything at home, making his friend answered the phone with confusion. Every night I wait for him in the bedroom and
hope tomorrow morning I woke up with a figure of him that was beside.
First I was so upset when
sleep hear his snoring, but now I often woke up longing to hear back. First I was annoyed because he was often a mess
in our bedroom, but now I feel our bedroom feels empty and hollow. First I was so upset when he did the job and
left it on my laptop without shutting down, now I'm staring at the computer,
wipe the keys hoping his fingerprints are still left there. I used most unhappy if she makes coffee without
base plates on the table, want now traces left in his last breakfast did not to
erase. Typical
television remote hidden by him, now I found easily, though I wish I could
replace his loss by losing the remote. All stupidity is what I did because I realized
that he loved me and I was hit by the arrows of his love.
I was also angry at myself, I'm
angry because everything looks normal even though he had no. I'm angry because the clothes are still there to
leave scent that makes me homesick. I'm angry because I can not stop all of my
regrets. I am
angry because there was nothing else to persuade me to calm down, nothing else
to remind me to pray, although now I do it all with sincerity. I pray because I want to apologize, apologize to
God because has squandered the husband
that god has awarded to me, asking for forgiveness for being such a bad
wife to husband that is so perfect. worship the one who is able to remove my grief
piecemeal. God
showed his love to me with so much attention from the family for me and the
kids. My
friends who I behind Stand up for this, almost never showing their nose after
the departure of my husband.
Forty days after his death,
the family reminds me to rise from adversity. There are two children who are waiting for me,
and should I live. Re
feeling confused over me. So far
I know just sorted out and never worked. All done my husband. How much of its revenue during this I never
cared, I only cared about the amount of dollars that he transfers into my
account for me to wear for personal use and every month the money is almost
never left. From
the office where he works, I earned final salary along with bonus compensation. when I saw it ,I was speechless not expect, it
turns out the entire his salary is transferred to my account for this. Though I was never the slightest use for
domestic purposes. I do
not know where he obtained another money to meet household needs because I
never even asked about it. I know now I have to work or my children will not be
able to live because of the amount of final salary and bonus compensation would
not be enough to feed the three of us. But work where? I hardly ever had any experience at all. Everything is always governed by him.
My Confusion missed some time
later. My dad
came with a notary. He
brings a lot of documents. Then
the notary gave a letter. Husband
affidavit that he bequeathed his entire fortune to me and the kids, he
accompanies his mother in the letter but that makes me not able to say anything
is what he wrote to me.
Beloved wife Liliana,
Sorry to leave you first,
dear. sorry
to make you responsible for taking care of everything alone. I'm sorry I can not give you
love and affection again. God
gave me the time is too short for love you and children is the best thing I
ever did for you.
If I could, I would like to accompany dear
forever. But
I do not want you to lose my love for granted. So far I have been saving
little by little for your life later. I do not want love difficult
after I left. There's
not much but I hope love can use it to raise and educate children. Do your best for them, yes
dear.
Do not cry, my dear spoiled. Do a lot of things to make
your life is wasted for this. I give you the freedom to
realize the dreams that you do not have time for this. Forgive me if I troubled you,
and may God give you a better mate than me.
Farah will belong, my beloved
daughter. Forgive
as the father could not be there with you. Be a good wife as mother and Farhan,
my knight protector. Keep
mother and Farah. Do
not be a naughty boy again and always remember wherever you are, dad will see
it there. Okay,
Buddy!
I sobbed reading the letter,
there was a cartoon with glasses are given tongue sticking typical of my
husband if he sent the note.
Notary told that my husband
had been having some insurance and savings deposits from the legacy of her
father. My
husband made some business from the results of the savings deposits and business
was quite successful despite is run by people that he trusted.. I could just moved to tears knowing how great
his love for us, so that when he died, he was still flooded us with love.
I never thought of getting
married again. Many
men who attended did not able to remove her figure is still so alive in my
heart. Day
after day I devoted just to my children. When my parents and my in-laws go one by one
leaving me for ever, none leave sadness as deep as my grief when my husband
left. now, both of my son and daughter are twenty three years old.. In Two more days my daughter married a young man
from across the land.. Our daughter
asked:" Mom, I'm should be how it
later after be the wife, The problem farah can not cook, can not wash, how ya
ma'am?"
I embrace her and said "
Love
dear, love your husband, love your choice of heart, love what he has and you
will get everything. Because
of love, you will learn to please him, will learn to accept his shortcomings,
will learn that for any issues, you'll get it done in the name of love. "
My daughter looked at me,
"like a mother's love for a father? Love is that what makes mother remained faithful
to the father until now? "
I shook my head, "no, my
dear. Love
your husband as father loved mother, like father loved you both. mother always loyal to the father because the
father's love is so great in the mother and you both. "
I might not lucky because do
not have time showing my love for my husband. I spent ten years to hate him, but spent most of
the rest of my life to love him. I was free of him because of death, but I never
could be free from the his love that is so sincere.
