We are independent people of an independent country, we will sing our songs
On the night of Basar, I called my wife Tui. I told you to call me you. Never try to get close. Because it was full of coal drums. Her complexion is black. I entered the living room and looked at the bed and saw a black dog sitting with a red veil. Red lipstick on the lips, a dhamma tip on the forehead. Walk thu, what an ugly outfit. What a messy outfit in red and black. As soon as I turned off the light, I realized that I was lying on a bed. The responsibility of sexual intercourse was fulfilled that night. Then I got him out of bed.
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We were against dowry. So the father said that he would bring the daughter of one of his relatives as daughter-in-law without dowry. That's it. Despite thousands of reluctance, I had to marry the black daughter of my father's poor friend. The college selfie boy got a wife who will never be able to take a selfie with his wife again. Friends used to request him to come with his wife. But I wouldn't take him. Shame on you. I would return home late at night. He was still awake. The food would increase. I would not talk. How can I say, seeing a beautiful girl at a bar or disco, do you like those tar at home? I never asked him what he needed. Everyone buys clothes at home, there is food. What else do you want? A few months passed like this.
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That day a friend bought something to give as a gift to his girlfriend. I have to deliver that. Many nights I returned home with a gift box. I saw that he was sleeping on the sofa. I thought you ate? I never saw him eat again until I came. I went to bed. But the mind is churning. I called him and told him to eat and then get well. The next morning I find the gift box and see that it is in the sleeve. He opened it and started using what was inside. I didn't say anything seeing his happy face. Poor thing. Do not wear black? I laughed to myself that day. Then I arranged a new gift and delivered it. Then one day when she vomited I realized she was going to be a mother.
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One winter afternoon my parents went to visit the village. He and I stayed at home. I returned home early that night. Because the house is all alone. Rural girl. It is not possible to say whether the ghost gets scared. Back home I heard it was not cooked. Because when he wanted to know, he said, I thought you would eat with friends. There was some rice for lunch. It will be mine. So, I opened the fridge and saw. A little rice. I said let's get dressed. Khabi at the hotel. He did not want to go. I can't leave home alone. Eventually the two of us got out. The city of the night seemed to be ha. I said hold hands, otherwise I will be lost in the crowd again. He was the first to go out with me that day, he was the first to hold my hand. Not bad. I also held his finger so that he is not lost! You don't tell me at the hotel, you tell me well? He shook his head. But he did not call me once during the meal at the hotel. On the contrary, I said, you will eat more!
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That day I saw Snow cutting the tube and taking out the snow. I said angrily, you can not say the snow is gone? That was the day she first asked me for shampoo. I went to the market with him that day to buy cosmetics. Many friends saw it that day but everyone thought it was enough respect. Everyone was asking him to come to the chat after three days. Three days later I took him on a motorcycle. I was the first long drive and driver of his life. And first with my wife.
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Today, for the first time in my life, I have raised my hand in the court of God. May he be healthy. Because today she will be a mother. I will be a father. I don't know where I was crying so much today. I was running to him in the hospital again and again. Every time he said holding hands, he was very scared, every time I said don't be afraid, I am here. He didn't look for anyone that day, he just looked for me. He repeatedly told me to stay by his side. And I, again and again, saw him through the gaps in the screen. He was taken to Caesar. I had children. But I did not find him. I cried a lot that day holding her body. It was as if his heart was pounding. I still run to his grave. I shouted, "Come back, you, I had one night to talk to you, I had to take a selfie with you." I know I couldn't give him love. But today I understand why the left side of the chest still hurts.
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