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Mood Swing

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Pengen nulis pake bahasa Indonesia lagi.

Bulan ini piano udah cuti jadi tinggal sekolah. Minggu ini masuk minggu 36 insya Allah. Semakin deket,semakin deg2an dan.. bosan. Dan itu kayanya buat sumbu makin pendek. Dasarnya emang galak, makin kesini makin galak ternyata. Beberapa hari terakhir kesel terus dan emang ada aja yang ngebuat kesel. Pembenaran? Emang.

Kalo udah agak tenang biasanya browsing lagi. Selama hamil ini, semua keluhan yang dirasain PASTI langsung search di internet. Dan semua ada. Literally semua. Dari yang fisik sampe psikologis, yang artinya ibu-ibu hamil di luar sana juga ngalamin hal yang sama.

Pagi ini abis baca satu posting di blog ibu2 yang nulis betapa beratnya jadi ibu itu. Anaknya dua. Sebenernya banyak baca ada untung ruginya. Di satu sisi bisa belajar mungkin dari orang dan mungkin jadi lebih siap2 lagi atau di sisi lain malah jadi makin parno.

Kaya belakangan ini karena udah sebagian besar di rumah, rajin baca-baca tanda-tanda persalinan, cerita melahirkan orang-orang,dan yang sejenisnya. Selalu meringis tiap baca atau denger cerita orang tentang sakitnya melahirkan. Terus terang sampai hari ini belum bisa men-set pikiran yang bisa sedikit ngurangin rasa takut. Jadi, sementara cuma berdoa tiap solat semoga dikasih kemudahan,kelancaran, kelapangan, dan kesehatan kalo waktunya dateng. Berdoa sih bukan cuma kali ya.

Hal lain adalah sering elus-elus perut sambil ajak ngomong si baby,
” sehat terus ya, kepala udah di bawah aja, biar ibu lebih mudah keluarinnya, ibu sehat, papa sehat, semoga nanti dikasih kuat dan sabar yang banyak untuk nahan sakitnya”

Terus terang, dibanding minta ga sakit, lebih milih minta dikasih kuat dan sabar untuk nghadepin itu. Kayanya lebih realistis aja.

Melahirkan itu satu hal, hari-hari setelahnya itu lain lagi. Udah coba kerjain dan siapin apa yang bisa dikerjain sekarang. Berusaha ngerjain sebisanya dengan sumber daya yang dipunya since I don’t have the luxuries like my mum had 30 years ago.

Luxuries disini maksudnya support system dan bala bantuan. Dulu ibu punya nenek, tante susan, semua om-om, papa, tetangga yang sama2 punya anak kecil dan.bisa diandelin, dan lain lain.

Sekarang, ibu ngga ada, mamanya bintang pun jauh, tante susan jauh, tetangga deket pun bisa dibilang ngga ada yang bisa diminta tolong, uang ada dan cukup meskipun dibilang leluasa pun ngga karena pak dokter sekolah dan sekarang udah cuti di piano yang artinya berkurang pemasukan sementara pengeluaran bertambah.

Ini ngeluh apa bukan sih maksudnya? Ya apapun itu deh namanya, cuma perlu cerita aja. Biar nanti-nanti kalo dibaca lagi kapan-kapan bisa inget semua yang udah dilaluin.

Jadi, siap-siap ya buat petualangan selanjutnya. Semoga dimudahkan, dilancarkan dan selalu sehat. Amin!

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November Rain

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Not a song title. But it is literally rain a lot in this month. This also the month when my mum left 2 years ago.

Have been gloomy these days. Either it is pregnancy hormonal or others, I become quite teary. Lack of sleep might cause this too. Some days, it really frustrates me for not being able to sleep, while still have to wake up early and prepare everything.

My mum, she often said long time ago that everything will be much harder when it is my turn to live my life. She meant a real life. And it turns out to be true. It is truly a hard work and tough. I wont bragging about things that I should be grateful for. I want to point out that it is truly not easy.

When your life is not only about you. When you have to put others’ needs above yours, when you have to take care almost everything while at the same time you have your work too. It has been not easy at all, especially to make everyone is happy.

My life after my mum left so far has been spent to take care others’ stuff. Sometimes it is so tiring and ngeselin. While everyone in the house can just do their own bussiness outside, go home, have some rest and repeat the same thing everyday.

I miss my selfish years..

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8 bulan

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Perasaan semakin campur aduk di 8 bulan ini. Seneng, takut, khawatir, gelisah, bingung. Banyak hal yang kepikiran. Banyak hal yang mau dikerjain. Tapi, mobilitas udah terbatas banget. Mau kemana2 atau mau apa musti nunggu orang. Taksi ada,tapi ya bangkrut juga kl musti naik taksi terus. Kadang-kadang agak  frustasi juga biasanya ngurus apa2 sendiri,bisa kesana kemari,sekarang jadi bergantung banget sama jadwal orang lain.

Belum lagi cuaca yang sampe hari ini masih tetep panas plus perut makin besar. Keringetan ngga berenti padahal di rumah. Bahkan tidur pun keringetan:-(

Malem yang pas bulan-bulan awal jadi saat yang ditunggu,sekarang jadi saat yang pengen cepet dilewatin. Ngga bisa tidur. Kombinasi kegerahan, posisi yang serba salah, dan lain2 bikin malem terasa panjang banget. Bolak balik hadap kanan kiri, duduk, keluar kamar, pipis, subhanallah, berat ya emang jadi ibu itu:'(

Tapi…

Dibalik semua hal yang disebutin di atas, masih banyaaaaaakkkkk sekali hal yang musti disyukuri. Alhamdulillah sampai hari ini semua sehat. Masih bisa ngurusin kerjaan dalem rumah kaya nyiapin sarapan pagi2,makan malem
Alhamdulillah masih bisa ngajar dengan baik.
Alhamdulillah biarpun iya mahal, masih ada rejeki buat naik taksi pulang pergi.
Alhamdulillah bisa tetep makan dengan enak tanpa ngerasa mual dan muntah.
Alhamdulillah sampai 8 bulan ini selalu ada jalan dan rezeki untuk semua hal yang dihadapin.

Di atas semuanya, Alhamdulillah Allah sudah kasih kepercayaan untuk hamil sekarang. Setidaknya, kegerahan, pegel-pegel, ngga bisa tidur, masih jauh lebih bearable dibanding orang lain yang musti berjuang lebih keras untuk bisa hamil.

Beberapa minggu lagi insya Allah perjalanan baru dimulai. Semoga Allah selalu kasih kesehatan, kekuatan, dan kelapangan dalam segala hal yang ada di depan.

Amin.

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A Farewell Note

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The last day of my 20’s.
I am having a new number insya Allah in few hours. How does it feel?

To be honest,

It is scary.
It has been great along these 10 years. People say that 30’s will be more exciting. I hope mine will be too. But, I will start the new phase by having the most important role as a human. A mother. That what scares me most, I think.

Not to say I am not happy or grateful. Maybe I think about this too seriously. But then, who is not?

Having a child is like a lifetime job that you are never be able to resign. Since the due date is getting closer (I am currently in my 32 weeks), I have more doubts and anxieties about this. There are too many and I can’t even elaborate.

I just have my faith in me that helps me a lot to carry on. The faith and my belief that I will never be alone to go through everything.
No matter how rough the road ahead, there will be one thing that always be near with me. One that is the help of all affairs.

Laa haula wa la quwwata illa billah.

I recite this one sentence very often along these months..

Well, welcome aboard, three-O:)

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Morning reminiscing : On travelling

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I am constantly missing something these days. Traveling. Never been anywhere,literally, for almost 2 years. I miss airports, packed-luggages, stamped-passport and everything about it.

Recently, little brother-in law has just departed to Manchester, pursuing his master degree in UoM. Went with his pregnant wife to the very same city I had been exactly 20 years ago where my father pursued his master degree.

Since it is impossible to go anywhere right now and maybe still (quite) impossible in the next few years, maybe reminiscing some of my traveling experiences done with my family in past years will do :

1. June 1994, Manchester,UK

Have written about this completely in the previous post. My very first flying experience abroad by Emirates. It was beyond awesome.
Visited several other cities too such London,Sheffield, Harrogate, Buxton, Bath, Blackburn, and Stockport.
It brought more than a mere experience of living abroad or vacation for me. It had greater impact which benefits me in so many things in my life in upcoming years.
It was 20 years ago, yet, those days still vividly pictured in my mind like it was just a week ago.

2. October 2003, Saudi Arabia

It took 9 years until our second big trip together. It was right after my birthday that we were leaving for Mecca and Medina to do our first Umra.
Since we flew with Gulf Air, we stopped by and stayed for a night in Manama,Bahrain also. Two nights actually, depart and return. It was quite a bonus.
Couldn’t helped crying while seeing Ka’bah for the first time. Live. I felt so small. Not forget to mention, it was not an ordinary Umra. It was a-Ramadhan-Umra. Having experienced Ramadhan Umra was something special. It was double bonuses.

We enjoyed break-fasting together in the mosque. Came only with a glass of tea and few dates but returned to hotel with youghurt,bread,and any other food given from others. Tarawih prayer was done in 23 raka’at and I was not able to keep up with that. Exhausting:-(

Strangely, we had more energy to walk around the shopping malls after tarawih for hours:-))
All the market and shopping malls were closed during the day in Ramadhan. Instead, they started opening after Asar till sahur.

I decided to wear jilbab after returned. Another thing that proved traveling brought more than merely going to some places. It went far beyond that.

3. May 2008, Batam-Singapore

After returned Umra, I started having a long-term traveling plans. I started saving for Hajj and visiting other countries. Not long after I returned from Umra, I got my first permanent job as a piano teacher. So, it helped a lot. I saved religiously and buying US Dollars once the balance reach 10 millions rupiahs. Yes, thinking about that right now, it was quite unbelievable that I had almost USD 6000 few years ago:))

Singapore was the first country I went with others without any of my family members. I went with my dad collegues, staying in a budget hotel, wandering on the Orchard Road by myself, visiting Borders ( a-most-fascinating book store i had ever seen), Takashimaya, Isetan, the famous Merlion statue, and stopped by Sentosa Island using cable car.

I remember a quote from Ibnu Batuta, if I am not mistaken, saying, “Traveling, it makes you speechless then turn you into a story teller”. Something like that.

It is definitely true. When I came home, I couldn’t stop telling everyone at home about my first ‘solo’ trip until they had it more than enough:))

4. November 2008, KL,Malaysia

Just 6 months after my Singapore trip, I had another chance of going on ‘solo’ trip. It was the most impulsive trip that I have ever had. It came suddenly out of nothing.

Started when me and my family plan to visit my grandma after a wedding reception. It was just an usual visit on Sunday. Then, one of my aunt was there too at grandma’s house. I didn’t know how it began, suddenly there was a convo that my aunt would leave for KL on Tuesday for a confrence. Nothing special with that.

What stunned me at that time was she suddenly asked me to join her. Told me that I just needed to buy the tickets and I could stay in a-5-stars hotel where the confrence took place with her. She said that I just needed to prepare for the tickets and some pocket money for 4 days.

My heart was racing hearing all those offers. But, the problem was I had my job and it was too sudden. How could I obtain a permission from my principal in one day notice? It was Sunday and she planned to leave on Tuesday.

It even seemed more impossible at that time where my partner was currently in Australia for student exchange, so I was alone in-charge for the class. If I left too, then no teacher in charge for the class for several days. And, I just started working there only about 4 months. So many impossibilities laid over head.

I spent the rest of Sunday thinking over and over about that. It was a very rare chance, but yet, how I could conquer all those impossibilities. What reason to be explained to gain the permission. It was really an experience;))

I went to school on Monday with a very heavy heart. Mentally prepared to talk with my principal. She was ok actually and I was pretty close too, but she could be very strict. I had prepare my reason and truthfully, I had said yes to my aunt on Sunday night. Should remember that I could be that insane in the past years:))

I talked to my principal slowly, telling her that I had to go for immediate and urgent family matters for three days and apologized for this sudden notice since the bussiness also came suddenly and could not be delayed at all. It was very important for me to go.

At first, she was very surprised. Leaving the class for three days, when my partner was not there too, maybe she thought I didn’t have my consciousness. But since I have started everything so I had to go all the way. Then she started to slowly accepted it by asking me if i could shorten it for two days or even one day. I told her that it was quite impossible since the ticket had been issued and etc.

I think it was very true that everything that should be yours will really go to you no matter how,when, and where. This trip taught me that. I left my principal office with her permission and simple order that I had to prepare everything while I was absent. I entered the room as if carried a big rock in my heart and left with my as-light-as feather heart:D

I flew with Malaysian Airlines this time. When I remembered again, I think it was not an economy class since the price was quite expensive and it was very spacious. So different with one I went few next years when I went there to study.

Arrived at KLIA at 11 pm and had a taxi to the hotel. My aunt had her, i dont know how it called, but a malaysian young man that once stayed at her house for a months before, so this man had escorted me and my aunt during our staying, not always, but most of the time.

Thanks to him, I went to many interesting places. He took me to Istana Negara, eating a delicuous rojak nearby, bought me a ticket to go up the famous Petronas Twin Towers, yes I went up there to the 42nd floor, tried sate Kajang, went to Putrajaya at night, and many other places. It was the very first time too I rode on two-doors BMW, with a guy that I just known in few days,alone:))

I also had my literally solo trip there. I went to Melaka with a tour group by bus. I went alone while my aunt had her confrence. It was a one-day trip. Oh, I was also recently broke up with le husband that time. Our worst one. So, during the trip, I had a very good time to think about everything happened. It was a great escape.

What funny was, 4 years later, around the same month, I went to Melaka for the second time with that one I broke-up with,while he was visiting me when I studied my master degree. Sometimes, life is truly beyond belief:).

Melaka was like a historical city. I went to the famous chirstchurch, and eformosa ( not sure about the spelling), the deserted castle-like from Portuguese colonial.

I also had unexpected lunch date with a Turkish man from the tour since only both of us were moslem while the tour leader chose a non halal chinese restaurant for lunch. So, we had our lunch in Secret Recipe together and had small talks which made us almost missed and being left by the bus back to KL:))

I had to go home earlier than scheduled when my mum called from Jakarta that I had passed the test on Bappenas and had to have the next test on Saturday morning. So, I had to change my flight to Friday evening so I could attend the test the following day.

Since I arrived at KL so late at night, I had not have a chance to look around the airport. But, blessing in disguise, thanks to the flight change, I could wander around KLIA by my self before take-off. I bought small gift from Harrods, went to other terminal by the train inside the airport, it was really exciting.

I really hope I can be as good as my parents to my kids later for them not to miss such experiences and opportunities in their life later. I really hope I could give them better than I had.

5. June 2010, Istanbul,Turkey and Second Umra

I had a chance to visit the Holy cities for the second time on 2010 and this time it was plus Istanbul. It was so exciting. We flew with Turkish Airlines.

Stayed for 3 days at Istanbul, visiting Grand Bazaar, Hagia Sophia, Blue Mosque, Topkapi Palace, and cruising Bosphorus strait. It was crossing the border between Asia and Europe.

We proceeded to Medina from Istanbul and stayed for 3 days then continued the journey to Holy Mecca to perform Umra.

I didn’t have so many memorable moments on this trip. It was fun but it felt a bit different. Dunno what.

It might be only 5 trips, but the benefits stay for tens years ahead..

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Pre-motherhood journey,so far..

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People say that being a mother can turn your world ups and downs. For these (almost) 30 years of my life, there are certain things that I have never experienced before, but on this journey, I finally have.

I have never been hospitalized during these 30 years. Not even once. Alhamdulillah. Last Friday was the very first time I had been admitted to the hospital. It was when I found fresh blood on the tissue I used after took a pee. It was after teaching on my school’s bathroom.

I have been experiencing few moments that could make my heart stop beating. But, last Friday, it was the very first time I felt my heart and my brain stopped working at the same time when I saw those bloody tissue in my hand. For some time, I think I was going insane.

I couldn’t help calling le husband in an instant. It made me crazier when he didn’t pick it up at first. When he finally made it, I told him abruptly. He told me to go to hospital in an instant.

I didn’t go,instead, I sat for some times in my car. Trying to figure out what really happened. Still not clear. Then when I finally made up my mind, I left the car in school and took a cab to hospital.

Along the way, I couldn’t think of any single thing. Even when I arrived at the hospital,walking by myself,telling the nurse what my problem was, I felt surreal.

When the doctor finished with his examination and told me that it was ok. But,we couldn’t take this lightly and he was strongly recommended that I had to be hospitalized right here right now. Then I realized how big it was, i felt so scare.

The thought that I might do something that harm this little creature inside my womb was very scary. I insisted not to be hospitalized at first, since it scared me to death also. I hate hospital,yet I married to a doctor.

But, I finally gave it up. I ended up not only being hospitalized for the first time in my life, but also other several things beyond my imagination. Having my hand with ‘infus’, being given a medecine from my buttocks, not enough, I had had to pee on the bed using ‘pispot’ and having the nurses to cleaned up that bottom part and my pee. I even had my whole body cleaned by others on the bed.

So far, motherhood has been quite tough. But, in spite of all those things I have been through and will be going through, I think it worths all the sacrifices in the world.

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A Lazy Sunday Morning Random Thought

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I really love sunny Sunday Morning, especially when I have nothing to be done later. My mind wander here and there, think about many things. It’s quite enjoyable.

This morning I decided writing after having some conversations with little brother about pursuing a degree abroad.

I talked quite much since I had been there. Doing all the process about that for more than a year. That was one of my most-alive moments in my life. The times when you felt so excited everytime you woke up in the morning knowing that you had something to do. It was a journey to make your dream came true.

I did all the research thoroughly. From choosing universities, practising IELTS, searching for scholarships,etc. I spent hours in front of that old computer before went to work or after, and sometimes until late at night.

My 6,5-IELTS-score was the most proud real result of those hard work that I have been doing during that time. I couldn’t afford to take a preparation class due to time and yeah,money constraint. I actually could ask my father to lend me some, but I chose not to. I thought that I could save the money for other purposes and better made some time to practice it alone since the resources were available on the internet.

So I sat every morning,literally every morning,after subuh working on almost every IELTS preparation tests available online for an hour. At first, it seemed so difficult and made me think and re-think that I was not be able to do this unless someone taught me. But, still, I kept working on it every morning and the score started progressing.

In spite of all those efforts, until just few days before the test, my score was still quite lower than 6,5. I became a little bit anxious. Wondering whether I had really tried my best. Questioned my self often, what a-3-million-rupiahs meant for taking a preparation class if it worked better to make your dream realized than suffered for days doing it alone, altough I didn’t have to spend any money. I could earn some money again later, but the time would not return.

For me, having a-6,5-IELTS-score was extremely important and urgent at that time. It couldn’t wait any longer. The clock was ticking. If I failed, than I might have had to give it up until I didn’t know when.

At the same time as I was studying hard for it,since the test quite costly too, (it was about USD 180 or around 2 million rupiahs), I was working from Monday to Sunday. Yes kids, from Monday to Sunday, you read it right. In three different places : Elementary school, music school, and teaching private piano to an expat on Sunday. Didn’t I feel tired? If the question was asked now, I wouldn’t even dream about working that crazily. But back then, it was nothing about feeling tired. I was enjoying all of that since I knew I had a bigger purpose of doing it more than merely just the money.

The test were taken on a Saturday morning. I made special time to do it since saturday was actually my teaching day at music school. So I had replaced it on another day before.

I remembered when I arrived at the test venue, it was quite nerve-wracking. I didn’t know it would be that crowded. The queue was very long for registration and they were very strict that we couldn’t be late.
Thankfully, the registration was quite smooth. Then, the second anxiety came. I saw people reading book everywhere while I wasn’t bring any at all. I never study when it is the day of the exam. It makes me more nervous.

It was even worse when I heard some people next to me talking that it was their second or third time retaking the test after attending the preparation class. How could I not feel so agitated hearing those things? If they were failing after taking class and so on, then what about me?:|

Not for long, they started calling names to enter the room. Then, the things started to fall nicely in its place.

When they called my name, I was appointed to a small room, not a big hall, which the less people the better, so you could be more focus.

Next best thing was they had also prepared for the seat. We could not choose by ourself where we wanted to sit. Mine? I got a front-row middle seat with both audio speakers next to me. One in my left and another one on my right. It was truly Allah’s helping hand worked there.

The luck didn’t stop there. I nailed the listening and structure section since I could hear everything clearly. When I opened the reading section, 4 out of 5 reading texts were about classical music, education, and an interesting psychological article which was quite easy to understand. It was soo different with any other IELTS texts that I had been practising before which were very long and hard to understand. My smile were getting wider and wider.

It was a total Allah’s help on that day. Even the writing and speaking, I got the topics that I was really well-comprehended. Finished taking all the sections that day, I felt no regrets at all for whatever the result would be.

I received my IELTS score result exactly on my birthday. It was Friday of 23rd October.

I fetched the result during my school break time. Had the anxiety since morning. It was the day that would tell me whether I could continue or had to stop. The result would decide where my life would be in the following year. It made all the difference.

I arrived at the venue around 12 pm. It was very hot sunny day. While walking towards the venue, I kept soothing my self when the result was not as I expected. Keep talking that I had tried all my best with all the resources I had. Then, if it was not now, maybe Allah saved another better time later in the future. But, deep down inside, I knew it would be pretty heart-breaking if I failed. I surely would be 1000%.

I took a very long and deep breath when I received the result on my hand before opening it. When I opened the envelope, and saw that 6,5 score and other scores were all 6,0 and some section above that, I couldn’t help crying. I couldn’t believe that I really make it. As if you were freed from a heavy burden after few weeks. It was beyond words to express how it felt.

I returned to school with so much lighter heart, knowing that the hope was really there and it was getting real and near. Could not help stop smiling for the rest of the day. That day, I had given my self the best birthday gift I could receive during 25 years of my life.

I finally made it to go abroad on December 2010. A year after the test. It wasn’t europe as I longed for, but it was even a better place that was chosen for me.

So kids, always remember this :

If it is really your dream, you won’t be making any excuses to make it happened. You will really try to find any possible way to make it.
Work hard and patience will never fail you. It will always be paid.

Do your best of the best, Allah will SURELY takes care all the rest.

End of a lesson today.

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How I Met The Doctor VIII : “Him and Them part II”

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The writing mood is here. Keep going!

My first Umra was on October 2003. It was the time when I finally decided to wear jilbab. It had some impacts on few things, including this problem.

I did not know how it worked, but right after I returned, I started receiving few unknown texts from I didn’t know who, some guys asked to be introduced to me from my roommates, and so on. But, there was a distinguish newcomer on my second semester.

Having written these, I don’t intend to remember those men but more to explain where I and the doctor were during these college years and what happened to us. So, after telling about them, I will continue about him.

2nd semester
This man was from other major but often had same class with my major. During first and second semester we had about more than 2 same classes in a week. I did not notice him at all till my roommate which happened to be his classmate, told me there was someone who had been asking her about me.

I didn’t really remember how we finally get introduced. What I remembered most that he was very straight forward.  After the doctor, he was the next one who slipped out a marriage idea to me. It was even weirder for me since he didn’t even know me, at all. Just few months after we knew each other, he suddenly talked about the marriage which I found it quite annoying.

Facing this person, I had been even more to the point. Told him I didn’t have any interest to have close relationship till I finished my study, so he could not expect more.

I refused this one for the same reason like I had with my senior. I was pretty sure, I would never return the feeling to him. There were quite lots of things that I didn’t really keen of him. I disliked some his ways in persuading me. It was pushy. Not good at all. I remembered quarelling with him over some matters. Like one day he insisted to accompany me to fetch the textbooks for my teaching class in other faculty. I refused it and spent almost half an hour to argue with him. I wouldn’t give up since I knew that once I said yes to him, he would ask for another thing. And I won the fought;))

He was there all the time during college, and still tried enough even after we graduated. Had been continously trying to change my answer for 4-5 years, but, I just could not.

Him
We were still fine in early of second semester, but I really didn’t know what happened after that. I believed it must had been something big since I stopped writing on my diary for 5 months. I really can’t tell what was going on since I didn’t write anything. But, I believed it was not good. Maybe that was our biggest first cold war:(

If I was not mistaken, it was April 2004 when I stopped writing and we just resumed our usual conversation near Ramadhan on November. Pretty much,right?

Eventough I didn’t really know what happened back then, I clearly remembered how uneasy it was to be in that state with him.

A bit depressing and frustrating..

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Heyho,Baby! “Third Meeting”

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So we finally met again last Wednesday. And you know what, the doctor said it is probably a girl!:D

I have thought for these months that you are a boy,eventough there’s a tiny little part of me that want it to be a girl. I think every woman wants herself a tiny little version of her and so is a man.

The doctor said that you are healthy there, and hopefully happy too;) but, I had an injection since my d dimer result was not so good. Hopefully it will be ok by now. Amin.

Please keep being healthy,good,and happy yaa,little one:*

Btw, we,me and dad have agreed on a name for you. It took a very looonggg discussion and debate until we finally agreed. I really hope you will like it and the name brings you all the good in life. Amin.

I’ll see you later:*

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Heyho,baby!

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I have been wondering what kind of mother I would be later. I haven’t been talk about you a lot during these months while other moms must have been writing almost every thing about their baby once they knew their pregnancy.

But, it doesn’t mean that I am less happier than those moms. I am beyond happy that you are here. Especially last few months, I have sensed your presence well since you have been kicking here and there for couple of times. It has been funny, you know;))

You have been verrryyy good to me. You allow me to work well enough, do the houseworks, did my sunnah and Ramadhan fasting, even you help with Syawal fasting. I really hope we can continue to work together nicely like this:D

Me and dad have not been meeting you since last June, and I am really looking forward to meeting you hopefully next week insya Allah. I have done the blood test since the doctor said that I have to do that before meeting him again. You know I am extremely afraid of doctor,hospital,and all the things related to it. Oh, your father is a doctor I know, but to me, he is nothing about a doctor. He is my husband,hehe.
But,since I really want to know how you are doing there, I did the blood test yesterday. Hope everything is fine. Amin.

So, please keep healthy,be good, and see you soon:*♥