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Questions before the Forever

  What is your purpose in life? What is your 3 most priority in your life? How would you picture yourself having a family? What kind of family do you want? How many children do you want? What if i can't have a child? Do you want a child? What if i don't want a child? What do you think about adopting and have you consider doing it one day? Do you think you can look and be beside me when i'm pushing out the baby? Have you ever heard of vasectomy? If it for the benefit of us, would you do a vasectomy? What do you think is a husband stitch? What kind of a father figure you want to be? What will you prioritize in educating your children first? (Ethics, Islamic, or Academics?) In what school our children will go to? and why do you choose that school? Do you think Pesantren is a good place to put our children there? Are you the type of father that will be mad if the kids failed at their test or have C in their report card? In Islamic aspect, what do you think a good husband should
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