He seemed quite proud to have married me. The proof, he denounced the lack of my love that is in me, let alone praise. He also did not like the joke on me. I realized that I was a woman who has many shortcomings, so I did not deserve to be praised. But my desire, if they do not like rap, they do not like to criticize me.
I do not like the attitude he likes to say in a tone snaps. When he would step over my berjaalan, then he said: "Get out ..!" And when he made me feel a bit salty dishes, he said with a spontaneous kind of mad, "Asin ..." He also never threw a bowl of noodles I made an instant before me, he threw out the window. The reason he did this because he did not like these foods as carrots mixed.
He attitude and attitude of my husband's family makes my heart hurt. Therefore, I would like to close with my family even though M also hurt me. But I still advise she. I want to always give something good for them. Especially I want to devote to my parents. There is one wish that my father had made he stressed. He wanted to have a certificate of title to the house he owned. He did not want to die before it has a certificate.
Since I only had one son, ALB, everytime I would go home to my parents house, I never asked my husband to accompany me, although my situation is very troublesome because I carry a rather heavy stuff. I brought three bags, one bag full of raw bananas, a bag to store clothes again, and a small bag for a place to store equipment and other beauty.
The bananas, a crop that grows in the back of the house where we lived. I am very happy, although only a banana that's cheap, which I gave to them, the most important can be beneficial for them. I always wanted to give what I can give to them, to make me fond of taking food, cake and drinks instant, whatever I have at home. Because I wanted to make them happy.
When I came home my parents, I never once asked my husband to fetch me back home. He picked me up on Saturday after coming home from work at around 1:00 PM As I recall in the month of September 1997, but I forget the date. And at around 4:30 PM, I sat on the floor lap ALB front porch, while I waited for the arrival of he. Until finally he came around at 5:30 PM.
He arrived at my parents' house, went straight up to me, then he came in and sat in the living room waiting for my parents to see he. Briefly, then he sat down beside me, he told me that when he on his way home to her parents' house, he had fallen off his motorbike. Yet there he behind big trucks that are running as far as about 5 feet. It happened in the evening and it was raining.
I am very sorry to hear the story he, till I cried because I was afraid, what if at the time of the incident, God does not protect he. These events may be a warning from God Almighty, because he loves me less. When I was in my parents' house. Sometimes he also returned to her family.
He often can not control himself when angry. One day at about 5:00 PM, we were in the office terrace. My husband assumed YBK. He stood up and spoke to a guard's office. At that time, ALB want to go for a walk. Then he asked, pulling his pants sport worn his father, until his pants slightly decreased. Seab, her father angrily kicked until he fell backwards. I am very sorry for him. Though he was only about two years.
About a month later, my husband got a reply from the Lord. When he was cleaning the ceiling of the mosque by using a long-handled broom fibers, He forgot to remove the knife sticking in the base of the broom handle, after using it to cut up the banana leaves that have withered. Until when he uses his broom to the bottom, then the knife injuring himself on his right leg below the knee, along the depth of 4 cm and 4 cm until blood came out a lot.
I feel very sorry for him to make me very weak. Then he immediately went to the hospital to treat his wound. He riding a motorcycle rider, which is used for public transportation. I cried because I still love him, though he pays little attention to me though. And I did not want anything bad happen to he.
After I had two sons, I became a hassle when I would come home to my parents. I ride public transportation with a lot of stuff while I carry my YBK and FFA's hand so as not to separate. I am bothered when I was about to fall from the vehicle and walked to switch with another vehicle. But I was bothered only briefly, because usually there is a bus conductor who pick up and carry my stuff.
In addition to bother me, I always have nausea and vomiting. But I saangat happy when I would meet my family. But when my husband asked me to come with his parents he came home, I was strangely sudden dizziness and nausea when I was waiting for our bus to be traveling. And when the bus had just walked, about 1 mile, I was throwing up from stress to imagine the family would say sharply to hurt me.
My happiness when hanging out with my parents and brother, made me sometimes so lazy to go back home. Because I do not want to leave them. But on the other hand, I have an obligation to serve my husband. I was so sad when I was on my way home I cried. But I am also happy when I got home and met my husband.
Sometimes my heart was pounding as we imagine going up to do, although he did not miss me. I know because once, he never hurt me. As I recall it happened in August, 1999. On Saturday night, when me and he was sitting on the couch together, I said to he, "What was left by my father ....?" And he replied with a sarcastic tone, "Ordinary ...!" He was a cold shows that he did not miss me.
I think what made my husband a bad attitude? Perhaps he was influenced by the instigation of his brothers where they do not like me. They got my husband to say about my ugliness. My husband and I trust their words. Finally, he hates me and he may regret having married me. However, he did not want to reveal his feelings to me.
They apparently do not like when I visit my family. Because they are not willing, if I give money or anything on my family. For money or things that I give to my family is a gift of money would my husband. They worry if my husband did not quickly help them. For most of them depend on the needs of my husband. Until one day when I was at my in-laws house, my wife's mother said to me, "You would rather go home to your parents instead of here ..."
I do not like the attitude he likes to say in a tone snaps. When he would step over my berjaalan, then he said: "Get out ..!" And when he made me feel a bit salty dishes, he said with a spontaneous kind of mad, "Asin ..." He also never threw a bowl of noodles I made an instant before me, he threw out the window. The reason he did this because he did not like these foods as carrots mixed.
He attitude and attitude of my husband's family makes my heart hurt. Therefore, I would like to close with my family even though M also hurt me. But I still advise she. I want to always give something good for them. Especially I want to devote to my parents. There is one wish that my father had made he stressed. He wanted to have a certificate of title to the house he owned. He did not want to die before it has a certificate.
Since I only had one son, ALB, everytime I would go home to my parents house, I never asked my husband to accompany me, although my situation is very troublesome because I carry a rather heavy stuff. I brought three bags, one bag full of raw bananas, a bag to store clothes again, and a small bag for a place to store equipment and other beauty.
The bananas, a crop that grows in the back of the house where we lived. I am very happy, although only a banana that's cheap, which I gave to them, the most important can be beneficial for them. I always wanted to give what I can give to them, to make me fond of taking food, cake and drinks instant, whatever I have at home. Because I wanted to make them happy.
When I came home my parents, I never once asked my husband to fetch me back home. He picked me up on Saturday after coming home from work at around 1:00 PM As I recall in the month of September 1997, but I forget the date. And at around 4:30 PM, I sat on the floor lap ALB front porch, while I waited for the arrival of he. Until finally he came around at 5:30 PM.
He arrived at my parents' house, went straight up to me, then he came in and sat in the living room waiting for my parents to see he. Briefly, then he sat down beside me, he told me that when he on his way home to her parents' house, he had fallen off his motorbike. Yet there he behind big trucks that are running as far as about 5 feet. It happened in the evening and it was raining.
I am very sorry to hear the story he, till I cried because I was afraid, what if at the time of the incident, God does not protect he. These events may be a warning from God Almighty, because he loves me less. When I was in my parents' house. Sometimes he also returned to her family.
He often can not control himself when angry. One day at about 5:00 PM, we were in the office terrace. My husband assumed YBK. He stood up and spoke to a guard's office. At that time, ALB want to go for a walk. Then he asked, pulling his pants sport worn his father, until his pants slightly decreased. Seab, her father angrily kicked until he fell backwards. I am very sorry for him. Though he was only about two years.
About a month later, my husband got a reply from the Lord. When he was cleaning the ceiling of the mosque by using a long-handled broom fibers, He forgot to remove the knife sticking in the base of the broom handle, after using it to cut up the banana leaves that have withered. Until when he uses his broom to the bottom, then the knife injuring himself on his right leg below the knee, along the depth of 4 cm and 4 cm until blood came out a lot.
I feel very sorry for him to make me very weak. Then he immediately went to the hospital to treat his wound. He riding a motorcycle rider, which is used for public transportation. I cried because I still love him, though he pays little attention to me though. And I did not want anything bad happen to he.
After I had two sons, I became a hassle when I would come home to my parents. I ride public transportation with a lot of stuff while I carry my YBK and FFA's hand so as not to separate. I am bothered when I was about to fall from the vehicle and walked to switch with another vehicle. But I was bothered only briefly, because usually there is a bus conductor who pick up and carry my stuff.
In addition to bother me, I always have nausea and vomiting. But I saangat happy when I would meet my family. But when my husband asked me to come with his parents he came home, I was strangely sudden dizziness and nausea when I was waiting for our bus to be traveling. And when the bus had just walked, about 1 mile, I was throwing up from stress to imagine the family would say sharply to hurt me.
My happiness when hanging out with my parents and brother, made me sometimes so lazy to go back home. Because I do not want to leave them. But on the other hand, I have an obligation to serve my husband. I was so sad when I was on my way home I cried. But I am also happy when I got home and met my husband.
Sometimes my heart was pounding as we imagine going up to do, although he did not miss me. I know because once, he never hurt me. As I recall it happened in August, 1999. On Saturday night, when me and he was sitting on the couch together, I said to he, "What was left by my father ....?" And he replied with a sarcastic tone, "Ordinary ...!" He was a cold shows that he did not miss me.
I think what made my husband a bad attitude? Perhaps he was influenced by the instigation of his brothers where they do not like me. They got my husband to say about my ugliness. My husband and I trust their words. Finally, he hates me and he may regret having married me. However, he did not want to reveal his feelings to me.
They apparently do not like when I visit my family. Because they are not willing, if I give money or anything on my family. For money or things that I give to my family is a gift of money would my husband. They worry if my husband did not quickly help them. For most of them depend on the needs of my husband. Until one day when I was at my in-laws house, my wife's mother said to me, "You would rather go home to your parents instead of here ..."
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