I Want Love With Simple

I looked at the calendar, located on the table in disgust. Saturday, March 30, 2002, the birthday of our third wedding. And for the third time too Aa 'forget. First birthday, Aa 'forget having a meeting with the directors to resolve some of the company's financial problems. As finance director, Aa 'are obliged to resolve the issue. Okay, I understand. The issue of when it was quite complicated.
Second birthday, Aa 'to leave town to do a presentation. His work made him forget. And having to apologize, when I expressed annoyance, he calmly replied, "Brother, I have yet to prove my love throughout the year. The day was not celebrated it's okay. Do not need a ceremony of love ... "
Now, early in the morning he was saying goodbye to the office because they have set up some meetings document. He left when I was in the bathroom. I deliberately did not remind him about our anniversary. I want to test, whether he remembers or not this time. In fact? I took a deep breath.

Wonder, what is hard to remember his own wedding anniversary? I was annoyed grunt. Aa 'is different with me. He is calm and not expressive, much less romantic. Thus, there was never any interest on the special moments or a poem written on a piece of pink paper as often as I imagined before I got married.
As for me, expressive and romantic. I always give her a gift with a kind word every day of his birthday. I also do not forget to say dozens of times a word I love you every week. Sending a message, via sms poetry even when he was out of town. Anyway, for me love should be expressed clearly. Because clarity is also part of love.
I know, if I loved Aa ', I must accept it as is. However, the cook does not want to change and learn? Did I not teach him to be more romantic? Ah, I'm just annoyed the point. And all became unpleasant for me. I was grumpy. Aa 'so it really sucks in my eyes. I start counting the time and attention he gave to me in three years of our marriage. There is no relaxing weekend. Rarely do we get to go together for a dinner out. Leisure time is usually spent sleeping during the day. Be I manyun own almost every day of the week and could only look at him sweetly snoring in bed.
Sense kesalku increasingly become. Moreover, our relationship this week it was not good. We were both tired. Work that piled up in our respective duties to make us meet in homes in the state are equally tired and irritable with each other. Be, we fought a few times this week.
Actually, today I've emptied all my activities schedule. I want to be alone with him today and do fun things. Properly, this Saturday it off. But, that Aa '. It was hard to leave her job, even on weekends like this. Perhaps, because we do not have children. So he did not feel the need to spend some time on the weekends like this.
"Hen, you sure you want to accept the proposal a 'Ridwan?" Diah my friend looked at me strangely. "My brother's baseball romantic, you know. Unlike the romantic husband often you'd think. He's such a serious man whose hobby is to work hard. Well anyway, pious, faithful ... But baseball humorous. Anyway, life as he was flat. Routine and boring. It contained just work, work and work ... "Diah connect at length. I just smile through time. Aa 'is asking my willingness to accept the proposal by Diah.
"You're really so, anyway? Baseball like it if I were brother-in-law? "I asked, frowning. Diah saw me laugh. "Well, that such a house would not be served. Most left to go the same A 'Ridwan. "Diah laugh. "You do not know my brother, anyway!" But, whatever Diah said, I have determined to accept the proposal Aa '. I'm sure we can adjust to each other. After all he is good man. That was more than enough for me.
The first weeks after our marriage is not a lot of significant problems. Like a new bride, Aa 'trying romantic. And I'm happy. However, all ended when the leave was over. He was soon struggling with her own busy life, seven days a week. Almost no time left for me. My story is often only ditanggapinya enthusiastic with um, oh, really ... And that's a sleepy hug her pillow. And, I have waited for hours to talk and then lose their appetite to continue the story.
That's ... I'm trying to understand and accept it. But this morning, to her annoyance really peaked. I consent to the mother's home. I sent him a short sms. I waited. One hour later I received an answer. Sorry, I'm in a meeting. Be careful. Hail to Mother. There you go. Look. He even took an hour to reply smsku. Meetings, presentations, financial reports, that rivals that grabs the attention of my husband.
I went into my room which is now occupied by the former sister Riri. Kuhempaskan me in disgust. I was about to close my eyes when she heard the faint knock on the door. I got up lazily.
"Why Hen? There is a problem with Ridwan? "Mom to open a conversation without preamble. I nodded. Mother was never fooled. He always managed to guess the telling.
Although initially faltered, I finally talked to my mother too. My eyes filled with tears. I spilled annoyance to my mother. Mother smiled to hear my story. He stroked my hair. "Hen, maybe this one too Mom and Dad are spoiling you. And you were disturbed by the attitude of your husband. Try, think carefully Hen. What Ridwan shortage? He was a good husband. Loyal, honest and hardworking. Ridwan was never rude to you, diligently worship. He was also kind and respectful to my mother and father. Not all husbands like him, Hen. Many people who dizholimi husband. Na'udzubillah! "She said.
I was speechless. Well, it really does what it says Mom. "But Mom, she's so outrageous. Cook your own wedding anniversary three times forgotten. After all, he's had absolutely no time for me. I'm his wife, bu. Not just part of the furniture that just needs to be visited once in a while. "I'm still upset. Although deep down I justify what she said.
Yes, but less romantic nature, what is actually lack of Aa '? Almost nothing. Actually, he tried his best to membahagiakanku in its own way. He always encouraged me to increase knowledge and expand wawasanku. He has always encouraged me to be more diligent in prayer and always be kind to other people thought. About loyalty? There is no doubt. Diah an office with him. And he always talked to me how Aa 'attitude toward female colleagues in the office. Aa 'never wait on a call Anita is not too tired to flirt and ask her out. In fact if you want, with the appearance of always neat and cool as it is not difficult for him attract the opposite sex.
"Hen, if you feel like it's grumpy, which Ridwan is not really a problem. The issue is only one, you lose the sense of gratitude ... "she said calmly.
I looked at Mom. Mother words really menohokku. Yes, Mom was right. I lost my sense of gratitude. Is not that just two weeks ago I was persuaded Ranti, one of my friends who are stressed because her husband had an affair with another woman and is very rude to him? Did not I take her to a doctor to treat bruises in several parts of his body at the hands of her husband?
Slowly, a sense of guilt arises in my heart. If it was I wanted to spend time with her today, why I did not say ahead of time so that he can set jadualnya? Did not I could remind him nicely that I wanted to go alone with him today. Why I'm not trying to tell him that I wanted it to be more romantic? That I feel left out because of his work? That I was no longer afraid to be loved?
I quickly said goodbye to my mother. I rushed home to clean house and prepare a romantic dinner at home. I did not tell him. I want to make a surprise for him.
Dinner is ready. I prepare food craze Aa 'complete with a series of red roses on the dining table. Seven in the evening, Aa 'has not come home. I waited patiently. Nine at night, I just received sms. Sorry I'm late home. My job is not finished. Food on the table is cold. My eyes are heavy, but I'm still waiting in the living room.
I awoke with a start. Oh God, I fell asleep. I glanced at the clock, 11 hours a night. I got up. Bunch of red roses on the table. Beside him, lying greeting cards and small jewelry box. Aa 'fell asleep on the carpet. He has not opened his tie and socks.
I took it and opened a greeting card. Poem made me smile.
I want to love you with a simple
Through the words that did not get delivered
Cloud the water that makes no
I want to love you with a simple
With the words I had spoken
Wood to the fire that made ashes. *