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Huyu kweli alikuwa ni wife material inasikitisha sana hebu isome.

Discussion in 'Mahusiano, mapenzi, urafiki' started by Zeddicus, Sep 28, 2012.

  1. Zeddicus

    Zeddicus JF-Expert Member

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    On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms.
    The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat.
    My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in
    my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was
    then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy
    bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure
    water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to
    make more money. When the assets were steadily
    increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb.
    She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home
    together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage
    life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life
    was more likely to be affected by unpredictable
    changes. Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I
    stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again
    was immersed in her stream of love. This was the
    apartment I bought for her. Dew said, You are the
    kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her
    words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we
    just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of
    this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had
    betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands
    aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.?
    Ive got something to do in the company.
    Obviously she was unhappy, because I had
    promised her to go and see with her. At the moment,
    the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
    However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife
    about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her,
    she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good
    wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was
    sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon.
    Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging
    before the computer, visualizing Dews body. This
    was the means of my entertainment. One day I said
    to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what
    will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds
    without a word. Apparently she believed that
    divorce was something too far away from her. I
    couldn't imagine how she would react once she got
    to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just
    stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife
    with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something
    while talking with her. She seemed to have got some
    hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read
    some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her,
    O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could
    not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last
    dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I
    said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed
    the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was
    thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic
    calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my
    words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm
    serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned
    her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and
    shouted at me, you are not a man! At that night, we
    didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew
    she wanted to find out what had happened to our
    marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a
    deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement
    which stated that she could own our house, our car,
    and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and
    then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me
    would become a stranger one day. But I could not
    take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in
    front of me, which was what I had expected to see.
    To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea
    of divorce which had stressed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. A late night, I came back home after entertaining my
    clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell
    asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still
    there. I turned over and was asleep again. She
    brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want
    anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's
    time we must live as normal life as possible. Her
    reason was simple: our son would finish his summer
    vacation a month later and she didn't want him to
    see our marriage was broken. She passed me the
    agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room
    on the wedding day? This question suddenly
    brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I
    nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I
    have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your
    arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the
    end of this month, you must carry me out from the
    bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with
    a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form. I
    told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She
    laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter
    what tricks she does, she has to face the result of
    divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less
    made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my
    divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even
    treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried
    her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy.
    Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding
    mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then
    to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my
    arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start
    from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, feeling
    somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door.
    She went to wait for bus, I drove to office. On the second day, both of us acted much more
    easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that
    I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized
    that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully
    for a long time. I found she was not young any
    more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside
    garden is being demolished. Be careful when you
    pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I
    seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple
    and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The
    visualization of Dew became vaguer. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me
    something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts,
    I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The
    sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew
    about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps
    the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was
    picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out.
    She tried and tried a few but could not find a suitable
    one.
    Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter. I
    smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily,
    not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried
    all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of
    pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch
    her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's
    time to carry mum out, he said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential
    part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer
    and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would
    change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my
    arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting
    room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck
    softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we
    came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
    her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son
    had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will
    hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn't
    notice that our life was lacking of such intimacy. I
    jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
    door. I was afraid any delay would make me change
    my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the
    door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I'm serious. She looked at me, astonished. Then she
    touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I
    moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
    can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she
    and I didn't value the details of life, not because we
    didn't love each other any more. Now I understand
    that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth
    to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old.
    So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and
    then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked
    downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed
    the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for
    my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked
    me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, " I'll carry you out every morning until we
    are old... " That evening I arrived home,flowers in my hands, a
    smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife
    in the bed - dead. My wife had beenfighting CANCER
    for months and I was so busy with DEW
    to even notice. She knew thatshe would die soon
    and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push
    through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of
    our son—- I’m a loving husband…. The small details of your lives are what really matter
    in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car,
    property, the money in the bank. Thesecreate an
    environment conducive for happiness but cannot
    give happiness in themselves.
     
  2. Kongosho

    Kongosho JF-Expert Member

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    kizungu? Ntarudi. . .
     
  3. Mtoto halali na hela

    Mtoto halali na hela JF-Expert Member

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    Here with my dictationary I'll be back!
     
  4. mwaJ

    mwaJ Tanzanite Member

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    Kwani una kizunguzungu?
     
  5. Zeddicus

    Zeddicus JF-Expert Member

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    Tabu ya kukimbia umande hii
     
  6. bornagain

    bornagain JF-Expert Member

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    Weka kwenye paragraph ili ueleweke ndugu yangu
     
  7. Zogwale

    Zogwale JF-Expert Member

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    Hii inazunguka sana katika mitandao na JF inaweza kuwa ni mara ya 10 inaletwa hapa. Ila tu ni fundisho tosha kwa wanaume wote. Unaanza maisha from the floor when it rises to mountain unaona mkeo hafai. Ila tu hakuna laana mbaya kama ya mke kusononeka na kulia machozi kwa sababu ya mateso ya mume ambayo mke hana hatia. Laana yake kama ulikuwa na utajiri utaporomoka wote, ni balaa na visirani mfulilizo. Usimwache mke wa ujana wako bila sababu ya msingi, ni laana mbaya.
     
  8. Kaunga

    Kaunga JF-Expert Member

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    I have read this zaidi ya mara tano, na siachi kutokwa na machozi.
     
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    bagi JF-Expert Member

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    habr ndefu utafkr history
     
  10. BADILI TABIA

    BADILI TABIA JF-Expert Member

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    aaaiiiii wengine tukishaonaga viingereza tu tunahamisha channel
     
  11. Kongosho

    Kongosho JF-Expert Member

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    he he, Kaunga una mkwara mzito.
    Yaani katumia inglish ya oxford na umeelewa?

    Umenikumbusha story ya zamani kidogo, mtu nilimwona anasoma daily News kaligeuza kichwa chini miguu afu anacheka hadi machozi.

     
  12. Kongosho

    Kongosho JF-Expert Member

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    nimezunguruka sijui hata pa kuanzia.

     
  13. Kongosho

    Kongosho JF-Expert Member

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    issshi, hivi unaweza zalisha/zalishwa bila kugusa umande??

    Hakuna umande mkuu kuliko huo, umande mwingine makelele tu.

     
  14. mwaJ

    mwaJ Tanzanite Member

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    Khaaaa! Hivi Kongosho wewe huwa una sanduku la majibu? Lol!
     
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  15. King Kong III

    King Kong III JF-Expert Member

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    Translate kwenye gugo wengine kina maimuna humu.
     
  16. Kongosho

    Kongosho JF-Expert Member

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    basi tu, kukulia Tandale sio kazi rahisi.
    Hasa ukiangalia na maswali haya.

     
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