Sometimes i wonder, what it feels like being someone’s wife? You wake up beside him, kiss him good morning saying that you love him, and then you get your lazy butt to the kitchen to make him some breakfast. I always want to try bacon-omelette-scrambled egg thing, but i think it kind of too Western, so nasi goreng would be enough.

After that, when you home from work, you see him again and spend your night by sitting in front of television, watching-laughing-discussing those bad Indonesian soap opera and end up sleeping in bed with your hand intertwined with him.

Well, marriage life isn’t always about good thing, but also bad things to. But, if we keep communication to each other and press our ego down below, i think we can handle it. And also, one of us should become the calm one when the other isn’t.

Who knows this month in next year I’ll become someone’s wife?