Connected line, asking her to pick the phone up. Three times. No answer. “Your husband, Darling! Wanted to say how much he misses you, dreaming about the moment you both been stayed close each other. Where are you!?”
After five minutes, again. Three times. No answer. “Helloo!?”
Two minutes to go, the last. Still no answer. “He’s in Syria! Remember!? Pick it up!”
“OTW to the front line, my men need me. Wish me luck. Love y’all..,” text message came up.
After breastfeeding, the lady noticed the blinking illuminated sign. Vibration’s broken. Damned! Silent-mode!
Worried. No dial tone back there.
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Sastro, not that Sastro, is a quite lonely person. He has no friends like others, but Waldjinem is the one who cares about him. She often brings him dumplings, the most he likes to eat.
She was taking him to an Annual Dumpling Festival, where many well-known people presented to enjoy luxury atmosphere while they were having dumplings.
They were staring at Angelina Jolie in white silk outfit. Jolie enjoyed having her bright pinky looking dumpling. Waldjinem noticed how Sastro had been involved with the sight.
“Do you want same dumplings as Angie has, Dear?” Waldjinem asked.
“No. I wanna be those dumplings."
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“See, he always takes another girl home whenever his wife’s on duty in another city,” Sastro told Waldinem, not that Waldjinem.
“But I saw his wife took another man home yesterday when her husband was on duty in another city,” Waldjinem said.
“It’s a difficult matter of choices between half-empty and half-full glass. Let’s hire a private detective to find the correct answer as they both are our friends,” they agreed.
The detective got their pictures, one single frame for each couple.
“It’s the matter of broken glass,” the detective said,”Here are your wife with the man and your husband with the lady.”
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A young lady with her six-month pregnancy, laid her back on a bed beside my wife’s. A drunken man had kicked his pregnant wife right on her womb, so the baby was born in time. Small size, cried loudly. Everybody smiled.
Back to my wife, she grabbed, squeezed my hand very hard and tightly. She left scars on my left wrist, pushing our baby harder and harder. No result. I decided to have caesarean on her. No money with that decision, though.
The day those two babies were born will never be forgotten.
I smiled, everybody smiled in that room.
ps. I and my wife were not this couple. Really!
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"What makes football interesting are not only tough fights among players to deliver ball into opponent’s nest, but also admirable skill in defense," the coach said.
"Once a free-kick occurs..," he never finished as the kid in the back-row raised his hand and shouted, "I notice, Coach. When it happens around shooting area, defenders provide a barrier to force shooting space narrower, require higher concentration from the shooter to boost ultimate shot."
"Good. Anyone else?"
The one in the front whispered to his friend, "Instead of breaking shooter’s effort, we'd better to avoid impact between ball to balls. Mandatory, right?"
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