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Razak ni panggil fatimah ni sebagai 'imah' je (nak kasi nampak manje le tuh). imah ni lak panggil razak ni 'abang' je cos diorang ni dah close, lagi pun razak ni lagi tua drpd imah 4 tahun. Entah macam mana, diorang ni kena berpisah dlm jangka masa 3 tahun. Razak tu kena gi UK . lama gak tuh... Imah ni kesepian le kat malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since dah pisah lama gak.. then imah boring dok umah sorang ...Ada lak mamat yg bernama kamarul dtg jumpa imah. mula2 imah dgn kamarul ni kawan je, kamarul ajak gi shopping, gi makan satay kajang, gi bowling. Entah macam mana, hati imah ni dah terpaut lak kat kamarul nih... maka hilang la bayang2 razak drpd hati imah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah genap 3 tahun.. razak pun pulang ke mesia. Beria2 le mamat nih nak jumpa imah. belum sempat nak call imah, razak ternampak imah dgn kamarul tengah date kat tengah2 town. Maka berderai le jiwa raga razak.. sedih je mamat tuh... tak lalu makan. at the same time.. imah dok jalan2... sembang le dgn kawan2 dia.. ntah camna dia dpt tahu kamarul&lt;br /&gt;tu laki org. imah pun peras..cuba nak kembali kepada razak. Masa tu dia lom tau lagi razak ni dah balik malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razak pun memberanikan diri dia... jumpa imah. dia gi le rumah imah. muka razak masam je.. imah tanya le apasal masam. razak cakap.."susah lah.. aku dah tau apa yang ko buat masa sepeninggalanku" imah terperanjat... "err bila masa lak nih.. aku setia apa..." kata imah razak berkata... tersedu2.. " Aku sudah tau perhubunganmu dgn dgn kamarul&lt;br /&gt;..." imah terdiam... "tamat lah hubungan kita disini sahaja ..." tambah razak. Razak amik gitar kapuk yg dibeli drpd UK tu...seraya berkata " dengarlah lagu ini..., khas untuk mu..." razak start nyanyi sambil menatap wajah sedih imah yg sedang menangis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That you've probably been crying forever&lt;br /&gt;And the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;They're a mirror&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;How you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;If I stay here just a little bit longer&lt;br /&gt;If I stay here won't you listen&lt;br /&gt;To my heart, ohhh, my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imah terdiam... masih menangis....razak sambung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stand all alone&lt;br /&gt;Will the shadows hide the colours of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Blue for the fears&lt;br /&gt;Black for the night's fears&lt;br /&gt;The stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;They're a mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;How you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;If I stay here just a little bit longer&lt;br /&gt;If I stay here won't you listen&lt;br /&gt;To my heart, ohhh, my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"suara razak terus mendayu2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My heart, oh my heart, this old heart........."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna to talk about it, how you broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But if I stay here just a little bit longer,&lt;br /&gt;if I stay here, won't you listen&lt;br /&gt;to my heart, oh, my heart? My heart, oh, my heart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razak ulangi phrase yg sama....imah terdiam...walaupun air mata masih mengalir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My heart, oh my heart, this old heart........."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna to talk about it, how you broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But if I stay here just a little bit longer,&lt;br /&gt;if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, oh, my heart?&lt;br /&gt;My heart, oh, my heart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah tamat lagu yang dinyanyikan oleh razak untuk imah itu... tiba2 mulut imah berkata ... " abang, imah nak beritahu abang sesuatu" "katakan lah duhai imah" jawap razak dengan suara perlahan... " err... err..." kata imah dlm keadaan bersalah..."katakan lah .. katakan lah imah.. abang sanggup terima..." tambah razak...perlahan2.. imah berkata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"abang..."&lt;br /&gt;"sebenarnya... imah tak paham bahasa Omputeh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honkkkkkkkkkkkkk.. honkkk.. honkkk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695110420641992719-2682057186282247353?l=lawax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby : When there is a problem, no matter how impossible, I look at your picture and the problem disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: You see, how miraculous and powerful I am for you?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Yes, I see your picture and say to myself, "What other problem can there be greater than this one?"&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: When we get married, I want to share all your worries, troubles and lighten your burden.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: It's very kind of you, darling, But I don't have any worries or troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Well that's because we aren't married yet.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: Mom, when I was on the bus with Dad this morning, he told me to give up my seat to a lady.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well, you have done the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Son: But mum, I was sitting on daddy's lap.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife to husband: " What's your excuse for coming home at this time of the night?"&lt;br /&gt;Husband to wife: " Golfing with friends, my dear."&lt;br /&gt;Wife to husband: " What ? At 2 am ? "&lt;br /&gt;Husband to wife: " Yes, We used night clubs."&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newly married man asked his wife, "Would you have married me if my father hadn't left me a fortune?"&lt;br /&gt;"Honey," the woman replied sweetly, "I'd have married you NO MATTER WHO LEFT YOU A FORTUNE"&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father to son after exam: " Let me see your report card."&lt;br /&gt;Son: "My friend just borrowed it. He wants to scare his parents."&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How was your blind date ? " a college student asked her roommate.&lt;br /&gt;" Terrible ! " the roommate answered. " He showed up in his 1932 Rolls Royce".&lt;br /&gt;" Wow! That's a very expensive car. What 's so bad about that ? "&lt;br /&gt;"He was the original owner."&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer to Millionaire: To whom do you owe your success as a millionaire? "&lt;br /&gt;Millionaire: " I owe everything to my wife."&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: " Wow, she must be some woman. What were you before you married her ? "&lt;br /&gt;Millionaire: "A Billionaire"&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl to her boyfriend: One kiss and I'll be yours forever.&lt;br /&gt;The guy replies: Thanks for the warning.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband was asked: "Do you talk to your wife after sex?"&lt;br /&gt;He replied: "Depends, if I can find a phone."&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man to wife on wedding night: "Are you sure I'm the first man you are sleeping with ? "&lt;br /&gt;Wife replied: " Of course honey, I stayed awake with all the others !"&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did they stop printing PAMELA ANDERSON stamps in the U.S.?"&lt;br /&gt;Answer: "Because people started licking the wrong side."&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever .. 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife asked her husband: "What do you like most in me - my pretty face or my sexy body?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her from head to toe and replied, "I like your sense of humor."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695110420641992719-7615305632422942756?l=lawax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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