Pada hari pernikahanku, aku membopong istriku. Mobil pengantin berhenti di depan flat kami yg cuma berkamar satu. Sahabat2ku menyuruhku untuk membopongnya begitu keluar dari mobil. Jadi kubopong ia memasuki rumah kami. Ia kelihatan malu2. Aku adalah seorang pengantin pria yg sangat bahagia. Ini adalah kejadian 10 tahun yg lalu.
Hari2 selanjutnya berlalu demikian simpel seperti secangkir air bening. Kami mempunyai seorang anak, saya terjun ke dunia usaha dan berusaha untuk menghasilkan banyak uang. Begitu kemakmuran meningkat, jalinan kasih diantara kami pun semakin surut. Ia adalah pegawai sipil. setiap pagi kami berangkat kerja bersama2 dan sampai di rumah juga pada waktu yg bersamaan. Anak kami sedang belajar di luar negeri. Perkawinan kami kelihatan bahagia.
Tapi ketenangan hidup berubah dipengaruhi oleh perubahan yg tidak kusangka2. Dew hadir dalam kehidupanku.
Waktu itu adalah hari yg cerah. Aku berdiri di balkon. dengan Dew yg sedang merangkulku. Hatiku sekali lagi terbenam dalam aliran cintanya. ini adalah apartment yg kubelikan untuknya.
Dew berkata , "kamu adalah jenis pria terbaik yg menarik para gadis."
Kata2nya tiba-tiba mengingatkanku pada istriku. Ketika kami baru menikah, istriku pernah berkata, "Pria sepertimu, begitu sukses, akan menjadi sangat menarik bagi para gadis."
Berpikir tentang ini, Aku menjadi ragu2. Aku tahu kalo aku telah menghianati istriku. Tapi aku tidak sanggup menghentikannya.
Aku melepaskan tangan Dew dan berkata, "kamu harus pergi membeli beberapa perabot, O.K.?. Aku ada sedikit urusan di kantor"
Kelihatan ia jadi tidak senang karena aku telah berjanji menemaninya.
Pada saat tersebut, ide perceraian menjadi semakin jelas di pikiranku walaupun kelihatan tidak mungkin.
Bagaimanapun, aku merasa sangat sulit untuk membicarakan hal ini pada istriku. Walau bagaimanapun kujelaskan, ia pasti akan sangat terluka. Sejujurnya, ia adalah seorang istri yg baik. Setiap malam ia sibuk menyiapkan makan malam. Aku duduk santai di depan TV. Makan malam segera tersedia. Lalu kami akan menonton TV sama2. Atau, Aku akan menghidupkan komputer, membayangkan tubuh Dew. Ini adalah hiburan bagiku.
Suatu hari aku berbicara dalam guyon, "seandainya kita bercerai, apa yg akan kau lakukan? "
Ia menatap padaku selama beberapa detik tanpa bersuara. Kenyataannya ia percaya bahwa perceraian adalah sesuatu yg sangat jauh dari dia. Aku tidak bisa membayangkan bagaimana ia akan menghadapi kenyataan jika tahu bahwa aku serius.
Ketika istriku mengunjungi kantorku, Dew baru saja keluar dari ruanganku. Hampir seluruh staff menatap istriku dengan mata penuh simpati dan berusaha untuk menyembunyikan segala sesuatu selama berbicara dengan ia.. Ia kelihatan sedikit curiga. Ia berusaha tersenyum pada bawahan2ku. Tapi aku membaca ada kelukaan di matanya.
Sekali lagi, Dew berkata padaku," He Ning, ceraikan ia, O.K.? Lalu kita akan hidup bersama."
Aku mengangguk. Aku tahu aku tidak boleh ragu2 lagi.
Ketika malam itu istriku menyiapkan makan malam, kupegang tangannya,"Ada sesuatu yg harus kukatakan"
Ia duduk diam dan makan tanpa bersuara. Sekali lagi aku melihat ada luka di matanya. Tiba2 aku tidak tahu harus berkata apa. Tapi ia tahu kalo aku terus berpikir. "aku ingin bercerai", kuungkapkan topik ini dengan serius tapi tenang.
Ia seperti tidak terpengaruh oleh kata2ku, tapi ia bertanya secara lembut, "kenapa?"
"Aku serius." Aku menghindari pertanyaannya.
Jawaban ini membuat ia sangat marah. Ia melemparkan sumpit dan berteriak kepadaku, "Kamu bukan laki2!"
Pada malam itu, kami sekali saling membisu. Ia sedang menangis. Aku tahu kalau ia ingin tahu apa yg telah terjadi dengan perkawinan kami. Tapi aku tidak bisa memberikan jawaban yg memuaskan sebab hatiku telah dibawa pergi oleh Dew.
Dengan perasaan yg amat bersalah, Aku menuliskan surat perceraian dimana istriku memperoleh rumah, mobil dan 30% saham dari perusahaanku. Ia memandangnya sekilas dan mengoyaknya jadi beberapa bagian. Aku merasakan sakit dalam hati. Wanita yg telah 10 tahun hidup bersamaku sekarang menjadi seorang yg asing dalam hidupku. Tapi aku tidak bisa mengembalikan apa yg telah kuucapkan. Akhirnya ia menangis dengan keras di depanku, di mana hal tersebut tidak pernah kulihat sebelumnya.
Bagiku, tangisannya merupakan suatu pembebasan untukku. Ide perceraian telah menghantuiku dalam beberapa minggu ini dan sekarang sungguh2 telah terjadi ..
Pada larut malam, aku kembali ke rumah setelah menemui klienku. Aku melihat ia sedang menulis sesuatu. Karena capek aku segera ketiduran. Ketika aku terbangun tengah malam, aku melihat ia masih menulis. Aku tertidur kembali.
Ia menuliskan syarat2 dari perceraiannya : ia tidak menginginkan apapun dariku,tapi aku harus memberikan waktu sebulan sebelum menceraikannya, dan dalam waktu sebulan itu kami harus hidup bersama seperti biasanya.
Alasannya sangat sederhana: Anak kami akan segera menyelesaikan pendidikannya dan liburannya adalah sebulan lagi dan ia tidak ingin anak kami melihat kehancuran rumah tangga kami.
Ia menyerahkan persyaratan tersebut dan bertanya, " He Ning, apakah kamu masih ingat bagaimana aku memasuki rumah kita ketika pada hari pernikahan kita? "
Pertanyaan ini tiba2 mengembalikan beberapa kenangan indah kepadaku. Aku mengangguk dan mengiyakan.
"Kamu membopongku di lenganmu", katanya, "jadi aku punya sebuah permintaan, yaitu kamu akan tetap membopongkuku pada waktu perceraian kita. Dari sekarang sampai akhir bulan ini, setiap pagi kamu harus membopongku keluar dari kamar tidur ke pintu."
Aku menerima dengan senyum. Aku tahu ia merindukan beberapa kenangan indah yg telah berlalu dan berharap perkawinannya diakhiri dengan suasana romantis.
Aku memberitahukan Dew soal syarat2 perceraian dari istriku. Ia tertawa keras dan berpikir itu tidak ada gunanya.
"Bagaimanapun trik yg ia lakukan,ia harus menghadapi hasil dari perceraian ini," ia mencemooh. Kata2nya membuatku merasa tidak enak.
Istriku dan aku tidak mengadakan kontak badan lagi sejak kukatakan perceraian itu. kami saling menganggap orang asing. Jadi ketika aku membopongnya di hari pertama, kami kelihatan salah tingkah.
Anak kami menepuk punggung kami, "wah, papa membopong mama, mesra sekali". Kata2nya membuatku merasa sakit..
Dari kamar tidur ke ruang duduk, lalu ke pintu, aku berjalan 10 meter dengan ia dalam lenganku. Ia memejamkan mata dan berkata dengan lembut, "mari kita mulai hari ini, jangan memberitahukan pada anak kita."
Aku mengangguk, merasa sedikit bimbang. Aku melepaskan ia di pintu. Ia pergi menunggu bus, dan aku pergi ke kantor.
Pada hari kedua, bagi kami terasa lebih mudah. Ia merebah di dadaku, Kami begitu dekat sampai2 aku bisa mencium wangi di bajunya. Aku menyadari bahwa aku telah sangat lama tidak melihat dengan mesra wanita ini. Aku melihat bahwa ia tidak muda lagi. beberapa kerut tampak di wajahnya.
Pada hari ketiga, ia berbisik padaku, "kebun diluar sedang dibongkar, hati2 kalau kamu lewat sana."
Hari keempat, ketika aku membangunkannya, aku merasa kalau kami masih mesra seperti sepasang suami istri dan aku masih membopong kekasihku di lenganku.
Bayangan Dew menjadi samar.
Pada hari kelima dan enam, ia masih mengingatkan aku beberapa hal, seperti, dimana ia telah menyimpan baju2ku yg telah ia setrika, aku harus hati2 saat memasak, dll. Aku mengangguk. Perasaan kedekatan terasa semakin erat.
Aku tidak memberitahu Dew tentang ini.
Aku merasa begitu ringan membopongnya. Berharap setiap hari pergi ke kantor bisa membuatku semakin kuat. Aku berkata padanya,"kelihatannya tidaklah sulit membopongmu sekarang"
Ia sedang mencoba pakaiannya, aku sedang menunggu untuk membopongnya keluar. Ia berusaha mencoba beberapa tapi tidak bisa menemukan yg cocok. Lalu ia melihat,"semua pakaianku kebesaran".
Aku tersenyum. Tapi tiba2 aku menyadarinya sebab ia semakin kurus itu sebabnya aku bisa membopongnya dengan ringan bukan disebabkan aku semakin kuat. Aku tahu ia mengubur semua kesedihannya dalam hati.
Sekali lagi , aku merasakan perasaan sakit. Tanpa sadar kusentuh kepalanya.
Anak kami masuk pada saat tersebut, "Pa,sudah waktunya membopong mama keluar"
Baginya, melihat papanya sedang membopong mamanya keluar menjadi bagian yg penting .
Ia memberikan isyarat agar anak kami mendekatinya dan merangkulnya dengan erat. Aku membalikkan wajah sebab aku takut aku akan berubah pikiran pada detik terakhir. Aku menyanggah ia di lenganku, berjalan dari kamar tidur, melewati ruang duduk ke teras. Tangannya memegangku secara lembut dan alami.
aku menyanggah badannya dengan kuat seperti kami kembali ke hari pernikahan kami. Tapi ia kelihatan agak pucat dan kurus, membuatku sedih.
Pada hari terakhir, ketika aku membopongnya di lenganku, aku melangkah dengan berat. Anak kami telah kembali ke sekolah. ia berkata, "sesungguhnya aku berharap kamu akan membopongku sampai kita tua"
Aku memeluknya dengan kuat dan berkata, "antara kita saling tidak menyadari bahwa kehidupan kita begitu mesra".
Aku melompat turun dari mobil tanpa sempat menguncinya. Aku takut keterlambatan akan membuat pikiranku berubah. Aku menaiki tangga.
Dew membuka pintu. Aku berkata padanya, "Maaf Dew, Aku tidak ingin bercerai. Aku serius".
Ia melihat kepadaku, kaget. Ia menyentuh dahiku."Kamu tidak demam".
Kutepiskan tangannya dari dahiku, "maaf, Dew, Aku cuma bisa bilang maaf padamu, Aku tidak ingin bercerai. Kehidupan rumah tanggaku membosankan disebabkan ia dan aku tidak bisa merasakan nilai2 dari kehidupan, bukan disebabkan kami tidak saling mencintai lagi. Sekarang aku mengerti sejak aku membopongnya masuk ke rumahku, ia telah melahirkan anakku. Aku akan menjaganya sampai tua. Jadi aku minta maaf padamu".
Dew tiba2 seperti tersadar. Ia memberikan tamparan keras kepadaku dan menutup pintu dgn kencang dan tangisannya meledak.
Aku menuruni tangga dan pergi ke kantor. Dalam perjalanan aku melewati sebuah toko bunga, ku pesan sebuah buket bunga kesayangan istriku.
Penjual bertanya apa yg mesti ia tulis dalam kartu ucapan?
Aku tersenyum, dan menulis "Aku akan membopongmu setiap pagi sampai kita tua.."
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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! 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; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
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. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. 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 obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy 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; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then 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; it was just like 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. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until deaths do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears.
I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. 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 been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she 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. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! 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; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
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. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. 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 obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy 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; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then 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; it was just like 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. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until deaths do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears.
I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. 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 been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she 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. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
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