Two Days To Go

Two days to go insya Allah, and I’m leaving for Jakarta to see my husband, finally!

Rasanya semakin dekat semakin berat. Rindu semakin tidak terkendali. Barusan saya mengirim pesan kepadanya,

“I don’t want to be apart with you for a long period like this anymore, ever again.” and he simply replied, “Okay.”

I can’t do long distance relationship. I might be too weak to survive. I always want to be close with the one I love.

I miss him. I miss him more now, because I stay in his family house in Antang. I have been here for three days. Tomorrow I’ll be back home in Telkomas, packing everything in suitcases and flying to him on Monday afternoon.

Dear Allah,

please make it easier for us, because nothing is easy unless You make it that way.

Thank you


Leaving School

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Today was my last day in BCI School. I got a sweet little surprise farewell from my colleagues. They got in to Toddler class, where I had been waiting, and they sang “Kemesraan”. They gave me presents: a handbag and two photos framed. I was so happy I cried.

Actually it’s so hard for me to leave school. It’s been my comfort zone for the past two years. I go to school at 6.30 in the morning, got home at 4.00 in the afternoon. I teach many classes, I meet my students, talk to the parents, make worksheets, do the administration things, attend the weekly meeting, and the rest is having fun- school has many holidays every year. The salary is pretty good, I can help my family to pay this and that every month. I can eat well, I can buy dresses I want, I can watch movies in cinema, I can hang out with my friends and everything. It’s just so hard for me to leave the habit, the things I do everyday, the things I like.

However, I must leave. I must move from here and live with my husband in Jakarta. I must start my married life together with him. Being with him outweighs any perks of living my single life, outweigh any joyful feeling I get from the “comfort zone”.

I am sure that there will be many big things that might not happen if we only stay in our place and never move out of the comfort zone.

and I hope everything that follows after is good things that could bring me and my husband near to the good places, too, someday.

So, see you again, BCI.