THE SAD JOURNEY OF LOVE
THE SADDEST LOVE

I hated it, which is what I whispered in my heart for most of our time together. Despite marrying her, I never really gave my heart to her. Getting married because of parental coercion, made me hate my own husband. Although I was forced to marry, I never showed my hate. Despite my hatred, I serve him every day as my wife does. I had to do everything because I had no other grip. Several times the desire to leave him but I have no financial ability and support anyone. My parents loved my husband very much because they thought my husband was the perfect husband for their only daughter. When I got married, I became a very spoiled wife. I do everything as I please. My husband also spoils me in such a way. I never really did my job as a wife. I always depended on him because I thought it was supposed to be after what he did to me. I have given my life to her so that it is her duty to make me happy by obeying all my wishes. In our home, I am the queen. No one dared to fight. If there is a slight problem, I always blame my husband. I didn't like the wet towel that was placed on the bed, I was annoyed to see him put the leftover spoon stirring the milk on the table and leaving a sticky mark, he said, I hate it when he uses my computer just to finish his job. I was angry that he hung his shirt on my shirt, I was also angry that he was wearing toothpaste without squeezing it neatly, I get angry when he calls me so many times when I'm having fun with my friends. I chose not to have children. Although it doesn't work, but I don't want to take care of the kids. At first he was supportive and I also had KB with pills. But apparently he hid his desire so deeply that one day I forgot to take the Pill and even though he knew he let it go. I became pregnant and only realized after more than four months, the doctor refused to abort her. That's my biggest anger at him. The anger grew when I conceived a pair of twins and had to have a difficult birth. I forced her to have a vasectomy so I wouldn't get pregnant again. He obediently did everything I wanted because I threatened to leave him with our two children. Time passed until the children did not feel the eighth birthday. As early as the morning before, I woke up last. My husband and children are waiting for me at the dinner table. As usual, he was the one who provided breakfast and took the children to school. That day, he reminded me that it was my mother's birthday. I just replied with a nod without caring for her words reminiscent of the events of the previous year, back then I chose to go to the mall and was not present at the mother's event. Well, because I feel trapped in my marriage, I also hate my parents. Before going to the office, my husband usually kisses me on the cheek and is followed by children. But that day, he also hugged me so that the children tempted his father noisily. I tried to dodge and let go of her embrace. I ended up smiling with the kids. He kissed a few times at the door, as if it was hard to leave. When they left, I decided to go to the salon. Spending time at the salon is my hobby. I arrived at my salon a few hours later. In the salon I met one of my friends and a person I didn't like. We chatted with fun including showing off our activities. It was time to pay my salon bills, but I was shocked to realize that my wallet was left at home. Despite reaching into my bag to the deepest part I did not find it in the bag. While trying to remember what happened so that my wallet I could not find I called my husband and asked.

"Sorry baby, yesterday Farhan asked for pocket money and I have no small money then I took it from your wallet. I forgot to put it back in your bag, if I'm not mistaken I put it on my desk." He said gently explaining.

Angrily, I nagged him rudely. I hung up the phone without waiting for him to finish talking. Shortly after, my phone rang again and although still upset, I also lifted it with half a yell.

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"Otherwise??"

"Darling, I'm going home now, I'm going to grab your wallet and drive it to you. Where is this darling now?" I asked my husband quickly, worried that I would hang up. I mentioned the name of my salon and without waiting for the answer again, I hung up again. I spoke to the cashier and said that my husband would come to pay my bills. The owner of the Salon that my best friend had actually let me go and said I could pay for it later if I came back. But the shame of my "enemy" also heard me missing my wallet made me feel guilty for going into debt first. It was raining when I looked out and hoped my husband's car would arrive soon. Minutes passed into the hour, I grew impatient so I started calling my husband's phone. There was no answer even though I called many times. Though usually only twice my phone rings have been picked up. I started to feel bad and angry. My phone was picked up after a few attempts. When my snapping voice had not yet come out, a foreign voice answered my husband's phone. I was silent for a moment before the voice of the foreign man introduced himself,

"good day, mom. Is the mother the wife of father armandi?" I'll answer that question immediately.

"Mom, I have to how later after becoming a wife, because Farah can't cook, can't be purified, how is mom?"

I embrace it and say, "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 her, you will learn to accept her flaws, you will learn that no matter how big the problem, you will solve it in the name of love."

My daughter looked at me, "like mother's love for father? Is it love that has kept you loyal to you until now?" I shook my head, though,

"no, sweetheart. Love your husband like I loved you, like I loved you both. I'm loyal to you because I love you so much for mom and you both."

I may be unlucky not to show my love for my husband. I spent ten years hating him, but spent most of the rest of my life loving him. I was free from her by death, but I could never be free from her sincere love. What do you think of "The Saddest Love Story" or the most moving story above ? I think you started snotting with a little red eye netesin tears. Really right ? Please share to the friends on facebook dong or like this saddest story