he is a tough guy. i tough husband. he was the breadwinner of the family. he is a typical javanese man, old school type. he needed to be served left and right. got his clothes laid out each morning by his wife, his breakfast ready on the table, his morning coffee and everything.
she is the personification of the perfect housewife. she took care of the house, took care of the children, she looked ever so beautiful for every occasion...
until that time, that he cheated on her. after all her devotion, he cheated on her...
but she forgave him. she did not forget, but she forgave him. she lives with his mistakes, she swallowed everything whole. she stood by him.
he had a stroke, and now he's half paralyzed. she has to tend to his every needs. she has to be there for him 24-7.
but looking at her, she is tired, but she still joked around with him. giving him kiss, and he's still smiles at her approvingly once in a while.
that is love people. i want to be as strong as her. she can brushed off the past, and being the perfect wife. i want to be the perfect wife too....
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