"The Story Of An Hour"-Kate Chopin- The story of US.

The Story Of An Hour By Kate Chopin

Selected Literary Work

K, honestly, cerita pendek ni berjaya

buat aku menangis bila baca.

Kalau ikutkan cite ni 

xdelah sesedih mana pun.

At least x la sedih sgt sbnrnya

sampai aku perlu emo bila baca.

Tp tetap menyentuh hati

sampai bila bljr review short story ni

aku boleh jd depressed dlm kelas td

and buat poem tanpa aku sedari.

Dgn x sengaja air mata ni 

meleleh je ke pipi.

X sgka jgk sbnrnya tu tadi.

Seolah2 jd beku skjp 

dan nadi terhenti.

Anyway, meh cite sikit 

psl short story ni…

Kisah ni adalah tentang seorg isteri yg baru dpt berita suami dia dah xde. Tp die sedih kjp je dan hepi sbb dia bebas drpd hidup bersama dgn suami die yg dlm cerita ni seorg yg ok.tp menggangu emosi die. So at the end die dpt tau suami die hidup lg then die plk mati terkejut or heart attack.

Ape yg cube aku nyatakan..

One, aku ni tersgtla sensitif 

skrg especially cite2 camni

2^nd, aku rse cerita ni 

sgtla cerita kitorg,

3^rd, terlalu byk significance yg sama.

Our marriage was a fine one.

But then, I lost who I really am.

That’s the matter.

I became someone he 

really want me to be.

Someone he EXPECT me to be.

I just be who I should be instead 

of who I want to be.

I am supposed to be 

doing my responsibility

And my heart was tortured 

long enough and suffered.

Sama mcm watak dlm cite ni. 

I became someone else.

Not known as Zarina.

But, …..’s wife

……’s daughter in law

I lost-ed ME.

I will never became who I was 

before this again..

She is not here anymore.

No longer being the strong 

and tough one.

She had collapse in her grief 

and sadness and 

stumble to move on.

Gripping to survive and 

trying very hard to stand up.

Even though I know there are still

Many thing to be happy for,

To be celebrated for,

To be cheerish of in life…

But still a part of me was gone.

Half of me…

Because all of this while,

 He has always been 

the centre of my life.

She always worship him on 

the sake of her duty as a wife.

Anyway, after he let me go,

I thought there are still 

a lot of thing could be happening.

It takes time…

A LOT OF TIME REALLY…

I didn’t say it is going to be easy…

Its hard. I felt loss everyday.

I miss him each day with 

so much misery inside.

But, what all of that are for?

What its worth to feel so,

For someone that being 

so mean to me 

as if I’m the dog.

Teling the truth, 

my heart cries.

I wont deny that 

I am sobbing in front 

of the laptop now.

But he doesn’t worth it.

I admit he was a good 

and responsible one in everything.

But he forgot one thing.

My feelings. 

My heart races for him.

What can I say, when 

he… just…forgot.

That’s the mentally abuse 

or violence in this story.

But, mine is not that 

so much short story.

Still, he does not abuse me, 

he just, forgot.

Forgot how much we 

have been in love with...

once.

Compared to me,

when we were still married

that’s what on my mind mostly.

And to tell the truth,

Sometimes I miss the way

 I’ve been known by 

…’s wife than rather just me.

But, now I know that’s 

the best for me, and him.

Me? It always been oppression

 towards everything.

And, depressed. 

That’s what I am suffering of.

I am sick, yes. Its a disease.

That’s the medical term for it.

And he just, cant handle 

that and accept it.

Ya Allah, help me to be 

the alive one with souls.

Rather than a skeleton 

with nothing to live on.

Amin Ya rabbal Alamin.

Live life to the fullest today,

Coz u might not see 

the bright sunshine tomorrow.

I miss you abang, I really do.

I miss everything we 

used to have together.

I miss you, the OLD you.

The one I know that 

always on my back.

Not the one who let me go.

But I know Allah knows best.

Live your life happily abang,…

May one day I will finally 

get to let you go off my heart.