Cinta Gak Sih?!

Cinta… Cinta… Cinta… DUH! 3 kata itu sangat powerful, hingga bisa bikin orang sulit bedain mana kotoran kuda dan mana coklat import dari Perancis atau yang ekstrim malah mati bunuh diri karena cinta . Cinta tuh complicated, cinta tuh soal rasa yang bisa beda cara mengekspresikannya. Di otak saya, kalo cinta tuh harus rajin kirimi bunga bank mawar merah, harus ingat semua nama boneka saya, harus A, harus B, harus C, dan masih banyak “harus” lagi. Tapi… kalau menurut suami saya, cinta itu X, Y, Z. Bleh!

Saya: A, B, C dan Misua: X, Y, Z. Cinta kami sering tidak berada dalam orbit yang sama nampaknya

Hari ini saya membaca blog suami saya yang hidup segan mati tak mau karena jarang banget di update dan saya (kembali) termehek-mehek membaca curhatnya. Saya bagi disini, tanpa dikurangi atau dtambahi biar yang lain ikut termehek-mehek sebagai pengingat bahwa kami ini dua individu yang berbeda dengan cara pandang yang berbeda pula. Minjem kata-katanya simbok. Saya dari Venus and misua dari Mars sanah . Kuncinya komunikasi dan saling pengertian (basi banget! But that’s true). This is the post:

On Christmas day, 25^th December 2009, wifey asked me a simple question. How do I love her? In the normal days it wouldn’t be a problem for me to answer it. But that question strike me as lately she asked me quite frequent. Like what I have said wasn’t enough, like what I have done wasn’t sufficient to convince her of how I love her. Feels like she doubts my commitment. I have no idea how I would inform her. All I know is that I love her with my own way.

• I love her by get rid of the trash without she ever ask after she cooks our meal.
• By eating her cooks though sometimes it was burn out.
• By taking public transportation in consequence me being late to the office so she could use the car for her comfort and safety.
• By keeping the kitchen and bathroom free from cockroach, worm or even mice (she’s always freak out whenever she sees those animals). I clean the bathroom with my own hands to reassure the cleanliness is on her standard.
• By letting her shop whatever she wants. Let me work harder so I can be sure she gets what she desires.
• By always picking her up even midnight after she shed over a coffee with friends. And I do try to mingle with her friends.
• By search out our neighborhood just to get her favorite drink -es cendol- in the hot noon day (which I actually prefer to sleep). Not just a usual es cendol, it has to be es cendol made from rice not flavor with jack fruit sauce.



• By giving her permission eating durian, salak, jack fruit and all those strong smell food in the house though actually I almost get fainted every time she has them at home.
• By comforting her every time she gets nightmare and start talking on her sleep.
• By listening to her stories about what she has just through on that day nevertheless I am as tired as a flat tire after working.
• By helping her with all the things above cupboard. She’s so petite; she can’t reach out high shelves without help.
• By letting her play with that stupid pet game which take some of our quality time. Even bought her private internet connection so she doesn’t need to go to the internet café.
• By giving her “me time” with her blog and novels.
• And so many other bys…

I might not love her with red roses as her favorite flower; it’s just not my style. But I know I do love her that’s why I marry her.

*Finally I post something not related to my hobbies.

Saya termangu cukup lama tadi pagi. Ah, betapa saya ingin dicintai dengan cara begini, dengan cara begitu… (intinya dengan cara yang saya mau). Hingga lupa bahwa suami saya punya cara unik sendiri untuk menunjukkan cintanya pada saya. Hemm how come saya gak melihat hal-hal kecil yang dilakukannya dengan penuh cinta yah. Caranya mencintai saya sangat sederhana. Gak ribet. Gak ngawang-ngawang. Aiiih, saya lagi high. Lagi mabuk cinta #lebaybiarin#

Selamat hari Kejepit ya kawans! 

* Atas permintaan hubby, Maaf link blognya tidak ditampilkan.