Ten Things I Hate About You

I hate when you drive your motorcycle… with no map, with no direction. It just makes me feel that I am losing time. Losing time for a terrible trips, but that aren’t trip anyway… those are adventures.

I hate when you buy me something… and buy yourself a-mini-version-of-something or even worse… a-no-thing. It just makes me feel greed… greed for your kindness and defeatism.

I hate when you talk… about unlucky peoples and you’ll start to sad for them. I hate when you push me to give some money to old green-grocery sitting in front of minimarket. I hate it cause it just makes me cry… for how generous you are.

I hate when you come to my family’s house. I hate when you understand them better than me. I hate when mom cooks for you and not for me. I hate it because it just keeps me for realizing that married is not just about you and me… it’s also about our family, and I hate that you’ve suit my family while I’m afraid I haven’t suit yours.

I hate when you can solve my problem. I hate when you help me with my final project. I hate when you always there every time I need a hand. I hate all those things because those things just make me sad for never been the same way for you.

I hate when you call me with epithet… “ndut”, “mon”, “mbrot”…. I hate it even I consider it’s reasonable for you to call me that way. I hate it because no one ever calls me so. I hate it because I know that the sobriquet is just the way you loving-kindness.

I hate it when you hit me. However, I know you only hit me when I’m about tickling you, and it also without your awareness of hitting me. Therefore, seeing you laugh aloud when I’m tickling you makes me forget that you ever hit me because of it.

I hate when you say “mau tau aja”… and try to surprise me every time you have a chance. It just makes me asking fussily. Anyhow, your coming into my life has become a big surprise for me. Since the very beginning, you’ve done many amazement things and now I’m curious for more stagger things you’ll do to startle me until our very end.

I hate when I have to write this for your birthday. It just makes me sad for knowing I have nothing to give you. I have nothing but to assure you that I’ll try my best for always stand beside you… to know you better… to accept more thing about you that I may hate.

I hate you for being my husband. I hate all the things you’ve done to me. I hate it because I conscious of how ungrateful I am for what He has granted me… you.

February 17, 2010 | Categories: moment | 15 Comments »