My husband is heaven sent - that's what my family and friends say.
He's very polite with my parents and always asking if they are comfortable.
In spite of me being sick, he is always there and always trying to make ends meet.
When I was hospitalized, he would take care of Sya alone at night, send her to the babysitter, go to work, drive all the way from SJ to GH, drive back to Ampang and pick up Sya and do it all over again without a single complaint.
And every single time he visits me, I have never seen or heard even a slightest sigh.
When I was having troubles with my first few days at the call center, he would effortlessly motivate me in the car without fail.
Ever since I came home from confinement, I seldom wake up for night feeds. He does them without fail (even if he has an early morning drive to Singapore or Penang or Lumut the next day).
When we first got married and working very low paying jobs, I have always ask him to sell of things of mine...but every single time he would refuse. He would say "pandailah I cari". He would rather see me eat and himself go hungry.
I have never seen a single worry on his face. EVER. In other words I have never seen him look "susah hati".
Everday I am blessed to have this heaven sent husband. Because I work and its hard being in two places at the same time - working...mothering...
And yet, somewhere in another home, there is this "tak kenal dek untungnye isteri" who has the nerves to disrespect her husband in such a way makes me wanna....ISHK!!