Cerpen This is his story …     Hay guys … Part 1 There is a story about a wife regrets ya .. indri call aja name'' coercion'' He got married because her parents, she never thought to go just leave her husband, but she has not been able to. mnurut because her parents she was perfect for the guy who was the only daughter .. (Name indrinya in place of the word yes .. Let me not complicated wrote it.) 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 made me happy with his duty 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 she put the spoon stirring the rest of the milk on the table and it left a sticky, I hate it when he uses my computer though just to finish the job. I'm angry that he hung his clothes in kapstock my shirt, I was also angry that she 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. While not working, but I do not want to take care of children. Initially he supported, and I with the family planning pills. But apparently he hid his desire so deep that one day I forgot to take birth control pills, and even though he knew he let it. I also pregnant and only realized after more than four months, dokterpun refused menggugurkannya.Itulah greatest anger 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. She dutifully did all my wishes because I threatened to leave with our second child. Time passed until the kids do not feel repetitive to-eight years. Like the previous morning, I woke up at the end. Her husband and children were waiting for me at the dinner table. As usual, it was he 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 only my husband kissed 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 to 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 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 had little money it took from your wallet. I forgot to put it back into your bag, I think it was, I put it on my desk. "Said explained gently. Angrily, I scolded him harshly. I hung up the phone without waiting for finish.     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 my wallet and drove him to you. Unfortunately now no where? "My husband asked quickly, worried I hung back. I called my salon name and without waiting for the answer again, I re-hung. I spoke with was rude and said that my husband would 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 the shame of "the enemy" My wallet also hear behind me proud to owe once. Rain fell when I saw my husband's car out and hope to 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 already lifted my phone rang. I started to feel bad and angry. Lifted my phone after several attempts. When sound bentakanku 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, mother. Is the wife of the father armandi mother? '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 some alacrity salon employee asked me what happened to my face became pale as white as paper. Somehow I ended up in the hospital. Somehow also knew it was there the whole family joined me. I'm just waiting for my husband's silence 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 hit tight hug with their grief but completely unable to make me cry. When the body was brought into the house and I sat in front of him, I was staring face. I realize this is the first time I really looked at her face which seemed fast asleep. I approached her 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 her face, which had always decorated with a warm smile. Spread tears in my eyes, blurring my vision. I gasped trying to wipe the tears that did not prevent her 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 funeral procession set can not make me stop crying. I tried to hold her, but my chest 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 kukonsumsi especially when pregnant and after giving birth. 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 she had eaten or not when I 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 talked me in vain because they never know why I was so hurt to lose him. I lead the days after his disappearance is not freedom as long as it 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 mengambek first. 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 confusion.Every night I wait for him in the bedroom and hope tomorrow morning I woke up with in the next figure. First I was so upset when sleep hear 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 me log out, now I'm staring at the computer, wipe the keys hoping his fingerprints are still left there. At least not like I used it to make coffee without base plates on the counter, now traces left in the morning breakfast terakhirnyapun not want to erase. Typical television remote hidden, now with easy I found, though I wish I could replace the loss by losing the remote. All ignorance 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 mad because everything looks normal even though he was not there. I'm angry because the clothes are still there to leave scent that makes me homesick. I'm angry because they can not stop all of my sorrow. I am angry because there was nothing else to persuade me to calm down, there's nothing more prayer reminds although now I do it with sincerity. I pray because I want to apologize, apologize to God for husbands who squandered awarded to me, asking for forgiveness for being such a good wife to her husband is not so perfect. Sholatlah were able to remove my grief piecemeal. Love God showed to me with so much attention from the family for me and the kids. My friends who have defend this Stand up, 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 wrong and never worked. All done my husband. How much of its revenue during this I never cared, I cared about only 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 gained last salary with bonus compensation. I was speechless when I saw did not expect, it turns out the entire salary is transferred into my account during this. Though I was never the slightest use for domestic purposes. He obtained money from somewhere else to meet household needs because I never asked about itu.Yang though 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? I hardly ever had any experience at all. Everything is always governed by him. Confusion missed some time later. My dad came with a notary. He brings a lot of documents. Then give a letter notarized. 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 she wrote to me.   '' My wife indri dear, I'm sorry I have to leave first. dear, sorry to make you responsible for taking care of everything themselves. I'm sorry I can not give you love and affection again. God gave me the time is too short for love and children is the best thing I ever did for you. I wish 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 to love hard after I left. There's not much but I hope I can give love to 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 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 match than me. Farah will belong, my beloved daughter. Forgive as the father could not be there with you. Be a good wife and mother as Farhan, 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 typical tongue sticking 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 effort from the results of these savings and business deposits was quite successful despite dimanajerin by those beliefs. I could just cry thrilled to recognize 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. The number of men in attendance was able to remove her figure is still so alive in my heart. Day after day just kuabdikan for my children. When my parents and my in-laws go one by one leaving forev-ever, none left a deep sadness grief when my husband left. The second son is now twenty-three-year-old daughter. In two days my daughter married a young man from across the land. Our daughter asked, "Mom, I'm supposed to do next after a wife, Farah because it can not cook, can not nyuci, how ya ma'am? 'I hugged him and said," Love love, 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 issue, 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 the mother remained faithful to the father until now?'' I shook my head, "no, my dear. Love your husband as loving father first mother, like father loved you both. Loyal to the father because the mother's father's love is so great in the mother and the two of you. "Maybe I was lucky because there was no showing my love for my husband. I spent ten years to hate him, but spent most of the rest of my life to love. I was free of him because of death, but I never could be free from the love that is so sincere. ____________the end_________