Posted in Langit Senja, Life happens, Maternité, Thoughts

DLD AWARENESS DAY 2022

On today’s #dldawarenessday.

DLD was her first diagnosis. Given by the board at her school which explained this condition thoroughly.

Years of longing to understand so many questions finally answered in one October morning.

Every single trait matched.

Have you ever felt a big relief and utterly heartbroken at the same time?

That was exactly how it felt when I was standing long and quiet in front of that board. The trembling hands reached the phone, snapped all the information on board, sent it to her dad and became the longest conversation of that day.

Days after would never be the same anymore.

In spite of the mixed feeling, still, an answer means a closing, which was truly what I needed.
It also means more new doors to be opened, more reasons to learn and know more about this.

Registered as the first DLD Ambassador from Indonesia, registered to NAPLIC conference and listened to more people with the same conditions, read and bought available books and articles about this.

Along the way, more different diagnoses came for the past three years. It felt big and hard at the beginning, but, it shrank as time went by. Always.

But, DLD will always be a defining moment. DLD is lifelong condition that the person will grow with it forever. But, it doesn’t matter.

Through DLD I understood a diagnosis was important to understand someone better, but, never to define what she can’t or can do.

DLD is my ultimate reminder, you can do everything, give your best, and there are still so many things outside your control. Blame yourself a little bit and move on.

What makes the difference is how you respond to whatever shit life throws at your face. You have that enough power on that.

After so many exposures and continous reading about DLD and many other neurodevelopmental conditions, I began to understand that they don’t lack in anything but, just simply different.

That’s it.

Many times this is seen as a problem because people are not comfortable about differences, let alone accept it.

That’s why what should be done first is raising the awareness.

Just like everyone, with or without DLD, to function well, what we need is support.

That’s it.

Posted in Life happens

Signed The Papers

Today, we did another akad after one done ten years ago.

Put our signature on those papers and submitted ourselves to another huge and long commitment for more years to come.

Previously, we planned to do it within 5-8 years after the London days, but here we are. Less than two years, suddenly all roads lead to this most important adulting stuff.

It was so much faster than we thought, but definitely no easier than expected.

For every single paper with both our signatures on it, too many Bismillah spelled, hoping it would be the right decision to do.

Then, saying it once again won’t hurt :

Bismillah.

235 215217820 1 81521195!

Posted in Life happens, Thoughts

August (never) Slipped Away

August never slipped away.

It has always been loud, tough, painful and make sure its presence got full attention and whole energy to deal with until the very end of it.

But, August too shall pass.
Some ended with flying colors,
Some stayed insanely cruel.

The last day of August yesterday was maybe one of the highest after three months dealing with many kind of hurdles at work. Closed the month with the highest sales ever for the past five years. But, that was not the ultimate thing that made me feel happy.

It was the feeling of knowing that I didn’t retreat from the battlefield when things went hard and dealt with every single thing that was being thrown to my face, no matter how painful and emotionally draining they were, that was truly fulfilling.

A page that truly resonates well with me after finishing all the responsibilities in August.

Although it’s far from professional, This August showed that I am obviously more than an amateur and don’t let any weather stopping me from showing up and working on something that is important to me.

Looking back to this post, glad the answer (so far) is I did it.

When things get hard later, which is likely to be, I’ll return to this August to remind myself once again.

Posted in Life happens, Thoughts

Jittery June-July Part 2

Although it was the same vibe, but it is not related to the part 1.

I wish I could record every circumstance in a writing right when it happened.

This June and July have been like a roller coaster ride where every morning felt like facing a battle with time bomb, which was quite uncertain when it would explode.

The moment of those sleepless nights, the highly anxious daytime, the confusion whether to go forward or just stay in a status quo, stayed in a relationship that kept sinking, turned a blind eye to all the mistakes that already felt too much to be tolerated.

The moment of making the effort to have that hard yet important conversations, to finally, breaking the (bad) news, bravely cut the ties, for whatever price. Deep down inside, the heart knew it was the only right thing to do and should have been done much earlier than that night.

A survival mode was on.

‘One day at a time’ had been spelled continously to reduce the loud noise inside the head and severe overthinking of so many things that could have happened.

There were on or two moments of relief in between. As if something heavy lifted from the chest, yet new things were waiting. New problems to solve and they were no easier than breaking the bad news.

The consequences of cutting the tie was fully understood, yet nothing prepared me for the actual situation. There were times spent questioning whether all the decision made was the right thing to do, because days after that felt like a complete mess.

The usual life pattern has always been like this : things will get worse and go to the worst then slowly get better.

Cutting the tie with someone who had been staying for years was hard enough. Then, days later, another one informed his resignation.

For the second one, I knew it would happen, since he already said it at the beginning of the year, but totally couldn’t imagine it would happen during the time when his presence was irreplacable and extremely critical.

‘Bad’ things never have good timing indeed.

It felt like returning to the starting line five years ago.

Running with completely new crews on the fifth year surviving this jungle totally makes the heart and mind work harder than the last four years.

I thought I already know a lot. Turned out, I felt like being pushed to take a totally different route and should figure out where it will go. Quit is an option of course. Been considering that option a lot, until this very second.

Planned to release this when things go back to its old balance, but after weeks, something new always come up and it seems there’s no way it could go back to the old days and still have no idea how much more on the menu and how long this period would last.

Guess it’s okay to push the publish button now, hoping there will be time when I look back to these periods and say,

I did it.

Or not.

Posted in Langit Senja, Life happens, Thoughts

Result

Expectation met.

Boleh pilih makan apa aja di Blok S.

Survived her first year in 100% Bahasa Indonesia school, despite many many things that could be used as an excuse, with, I shall say, pretty much flying colors.

Comparing two semesters with two different situations : online vs offline.
Two Tens on the report card came from rigorous ten training.

Being super kind with the expectation but totally unkind for the action. Not easy (at all).

It’s not about proving anything to anyone. But, I am one with high amount of curiosity. I want to know if we do this what we would get. If we try this, how things will improve. If we cut this, what could be added.

I don’t want any disorder and diagnosis on paper or any excuses define what she could and couldn’t do.

Today, we got the small result of highly disciplined daily life combined with supports available from many people which proved that my daughter is much more capable beyond her label.

Posted in Life happens, Thoughts

This Week Small Wins

A school week with three odd days has been considered a stressful one.

Few months ago, chose to drive during odd license number although it took much longer route with crazy traffic. Then, after several trips for few weeks, decided that something should be done to stay sane. Switched to online ride for school drop and went straight home with the same car.
It turned out better for sanity although the taxi fare was not that agreable.

This week, finally found a much better way to improve the situation.

It began with a chaos Monday. The big fault was when I overestimated everything. Did all usual routine (breakfast, subuh, Quran, piano, Numbots, Rockstar, Piano trainer, shower and dhuha) with too much leisure until it was time to leave yet no single online ride accept the order. Started to get anxious and decided to walk to the bus stop hoping to get a vacant one. No result.

Crossed the pedestrian bridge. Still waited for a vacant online ride while keep ordering through two apps. No result.

School started within 10 minutes, a test started at 8.05 am and we were still standing 6 km away without solution. Texted the school asking for an online test. They said no more online test. She should come in person.

Dealt with crying girl at the bus stop while waiting for a miracle.

A driver finally accepted the request, but he was still 5 minutes away and had to make another stop. The longest five minutes.

Arrived at school 3 minutes before the test started.

Went back home with taxi fare cost 1,5x higher and energy level 1,5x lower than usual.

We learned better on Wednesday. Woke up 10 minutes earlier made all the difference. All routines done peacefully.

Again, no taxi accepted the request so we walked again to the bus stop across the apartement. Got a vacant one in an instant. Dropped at school safely then asked the driver to drop me at the nearest bus stop and proceeded to have museum trip.

Today was even better. All routine done even earlier. Maybe since it is long weekend, easily find a ride through the app while it was early. I aksed the driver to stop at the nearest bus stop and continued back home with another bus ride and morning walk.

This practice turned out to be the most beneficial.
Taxi fare reduced significantly. Morning walk under morning ☀️ fixed the mood greatly.

This week small wins : cost and energy efficiency, (finally) a nice craft work to be displayed!

My least fav subject to help during online school : art and craft. I love offline school for this.
Posted in Life happens, Thoughts

Ramadan and Life Milestone

The past few days have been the weirdest period in this year Ramadan. Everything happened so quickly and so hard to believe it’s really happening.

It felt so similar with same thing happened during Ramadan six years ago, with much bigger scale. It gave me goosebumps and brought me to many disbelief, confused mind, and constantly asking how could it happen so quickly?

It felt surreal a simple visit to a place could change a life trajectory for the next years above. The past four days have been the days when I woke up with certain specific thing in mind and continous pleading for anything that could tell us if it wasn’t the right (to do). But, just like what happened four years ago, there were none.

Despite the doubts that scattered everywhere, things escalated quickly in a good way, (too quickly if I may say). We slept it out and kept looking intensely, revisiting few times, instead of the feeling wanted to withdraw, it pulled us to the other side. It brought us closer to it until at certain point, we decided that this might be the time.

With countless bismillah, finally sealed the deal last night.

It is frightening, honestly.

Since we return from London, this is something that we thought might be happening within four to five years later. We had the plan, have been religiously doing the works to get there, but no slightest idea to execute such life changing decision, like now.

It felt surreal how life could bring something that you know it is on the way but fully certain and understand it is still quite far away. It’s pretty shocking when it is suddenly show up in front of your door, knocking so hard, screaming so loud, asking to be let in.

It feels like experiencing the famous The Alchemist quote in reality. The past four days have been the period of having countless universe conspirations that made us closer to the thing we’re too afraid of dream having right now, yet it is really here.

I am still in another period of countless self-talking “Is it real? Is it really okay?”. The last previous similar situation also happened three years ago.

I have been experiencing many little joy that Ramadan brings. It has always been the most wonderful time of the year. But, to experience and receive such enormous ‘present’ in front of our door, Although it comes with long term consequences, yet I couldn’t help asking, how could this be?

Last night was just a tiny step among many thousands more to come that we should face in the future.

Buckle up and,

Bismillah.

Dark living room, 02.53 AM, 26 Ramadan 1443 H

Posted in Life happens, Places, Thoughts

Farewell to London

My own farewell with this city is nothing about grand things.

It is about farewell to small meaningful things personally.

A farewell to enjoyable slow everyday life in this city. Like thinking hard in front of pastry sections during groceries, running out of breath catching the morning school bus, swearing to the cold piercing weather, cleaning the kitchen mess, opening the window every morning and say hi to the view out there. Watching beautiful sunrise and sunset as much as I can.

Farewell to the time I take care myself best for the last few years. Having proper time to do what I love doing like reading more than 80 books, writing more, doing daily exercise with no zero days.

Farewell to the time spent enjoying the city in my own pace. To the reliable and comfortable public transportation. Picking random bus/tube, visiting small independent book stores, museums, landmarks, garden and parks, watching people, exercising my overthinking talent, and taking a lot of pictures. Doing exactly things whats inside my head that made me crazily saving in certain currency during my 20s.

Farewell to the place I choose to learn something new. Like volunteering in one of social organizations who supports mothers and children in need and found joy in that. Tired but happy.

Above all, to be healthy, happy, and safe for the whole time being here, during this unprecedented time. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah.

The whole time I spent in London, I live by this definition of rich.

London has been beyond kind. He invited me three times so far.

First time, for 3 days in 1994 which I couldnt enjoy at all. Hot summer full of people and just recovered from chiken pox.

Second time for 1 week in 2017 which was quite high tension due to many reasons.

Maybe he knows I need to visit him again to really see what I have missed and invited me once again for the whole 15 months. It’s beyond human calculations thinking how very much on time I was invited back here.

Right when everything in previous duties finished well.

Right when I (and we) need it and ready to accept this.

Thank you for everything, London.

Who knows, I’ll see you again for another better reason and circumstances😉.

Posted in Favorite things, Life happens, Places, Thoughts

(W)One(derful) Year in London

Today, a year ago was the beginning of an adventure that I never imagined would be (really and finally) given in my cards.

Among all my three big 20s dreams, master degree abroad was my number one for the sake of living abroad, in Europe to be exact. Not really have to be a master degree. Whatever that could make it, but master degree seemed to be the most reasonable one. The memory of living in Manchester back in 1994 for two months was too strong until it became my fuel for the next twenty years, even until now.

Master degree abroad was fulfilled, although it wasn’t exactly as the heart wanted. Since more than ten years ago, reading all those women’s living abroad blogs always make me excited. Reading and looking at those pictures while dealing with the situation during the first years of marriage and motherhood made me buried (half of) the wishful thinking about having such dream.

Let alone to live abroad, even visiting Paris seemed to be so impossible.

During those years, it felt even harder when watching the very closest relatives got and lived my dream so ‘easily’. Few times wondered, how could they get it and I was still stuck here after years of trying, praying and daydreaming until it became my constant stomachache? The heart was wrenching when the two brothers went off to this country for master degree. Happy for them and a big sigh for me.

When Paris was unlocked in 2016, that was when the doors started opening for many adventures to come. Seven days of autumn in Paris was exactly the childhood dream that had been longing for a long time. It was unbelievable that my turn finally came after so many years.

After Paris, the ball seemed rolling faster than I could ever think of. It feels like receiving continous pleasant surprises from life, although they always come together with twists and more twists. London, Tokyo, Seoul, and many more places were totally unthinkable to almost impossible for our situation at that time. When it finally came true, all those times really made the long wait worth every second of it.

Spending a week in a new city once a year started giving so much strength and became new fuel to work hard for the whole year.

Traveling as tourists is already big for us. But, nothing prepared me to receive another huge surprise from life as big as London for the third time. This time, it was exactly as I had been longing.

London was never in the first option for the doctor’s study destinations. Inquiries sent randomly to many places, without satisfying answer.

An email in the spam folder suddenly came and changed the whole game in just one night. An email that we could just miss. But we didn’t. After all the rejections, in one night everything suddenly worked. Just like that.

I remembered having sleepless night after talked for an hour with the doctor once he finished his online interview and received the offical offer letter within an hour after the interview. We didnt even have to wait for a single day.

I couldnt help keep asking at that time: is this even real?

It scares me sometimes about the way our prayers granted. It’s beyond what we ask and often feel too good to be true.

A graphic from @visualizevalue described this well

This one year in London was the answer of many prayers sent for years. Many in quantites and qualities. The prayers of the doctor to pursue some trainings abroad, the desperate prayers of a mother who kept asking about her daughter conditions (and her forgotten dream of living in Europe), and maybe deep down inside, the desire of the little girl who was craving for a place where she could feel accepted.

This one year in London feels like receiving compound interest of the saving from three people. We couldn’t get here on our own and without each other’s ‘savings and investment’.

That became clear why I would never made it during my 20s.

I couldn’t be more grateful to live the dream than any other time but now. Allah knows but He waits is the truest phrase. He let me enjoyed living the dream more than what I had asked. I often imagined the conversation inside my head :

“I really want to go (and live) there,”.

“Be patient. You’ll be there even before you realize it. Just keep going,”.

And yes, years from there, here I am.

All those prayers were safely stored until the right time came. Allah saved it for the time when I and we needed this most. He knows I wouldnt survive living here as a student, instead He sent me here as a partner and a mother. It came to my mind that He prepared me first through many years in between until He knew I was ready. Just like every single thing that happened in my life. When it happens, then He knows I am ready.

Ready living the dream with all the bonuses. Something that is truly beyond my calculations.

He sent me here when I could use my time freely, enjoying day to day life without worry about money (unlike the master degree abroad days nine years ago), exploring the city, visiting many places in my bucket list, learning about things that I want to learn.

He sent us together once the doctor finished all his duties, from five years of PPDS to another year of WKDS. He sent us when the time this pandemic started. He sent us right when the things related to little girl’s situation was getting so frustrating.

I left my 15 years job, my comfort zone, the company of friends and family, I should do many things that previously done through others’ help by myself, taking care things that normally being outsourced to other people, dealing with the weather that sometimes unbearable, conversing in language that I often couldn’t even understand (It is so true), it’s far from easy, yet I never felt as sufficient as before.

I love the fresh air, wide green spaces everywhere, proper playgrounds are easily accessible, good public transportation, range of products in grocery shopping, the smell of fresh baked pastries with great price in supermarket, free attractions to visit, the weekend markets all over the city, a library with great collections, and so many more.

I love our flat, the neighbourhood by the Thames river. I enjoy spending most time at home. Reading, cleaning, doing things in kitchen, like found a new love for baking, being a teacher to the little girl for many things, something that made me realize how much it takes and needed to raise a child (without helps). No wonder I felt more tired previously because combining works outside and child raising truly sucked the energy.

I don’t have to wait for weekend nor avoid Monday, I set my daily routine to stay sane and so far it works well. I really have proper time to do things that are important for me, I have time to entertain my curiosity in particular subject, to get lost in the city by trying new bus routes in between school time, to join a volunteer of my interest and meet lovely people there, or even just as simple as reading book samples in my google play.

After years of long hours daily work, even on the weekend, we know there’s a situation in some place where work-life balance does exist. Generous leaves allow us to travel on weekdays, had a date in the middle of the week, spent few days every two weeks to prepare the food for the following week, how I love having stay at home father and husband.

The list is long and I can keep going until tomorrow.

In short, here, in London, I am living this definition of rich below. The kind of rich that is beyond money.

From a chapter of Psychology of Money book from @alexandbooks page

Like I wrote previously, sometimes, it feels scary to receive so many. But it would be scarier to forget that we have receieved so much more than our plea.

Hopefully not and never.

This one year in London is truly a big plate of sweet dessert at the end of one tough decade.

And I will be forever grateful for this.

Posted in Life happens, Places, Travel

(Ngga) Enaknya Pindah ke London Bagian II

Sehari setelah sampe London, kami langsung ambil BRP di kantor pos yang sudah ditentukan. BRP ini seperti kartu identitas sementara. Jadi, paspor aja ngga cukup buat yang akan tinggal lebih dari 30 hari seperti buat belajar atau kerja. Maksimal 10 hr dari tanggal kedatangan di UK, sudah harus ambil BRP.

Sampe kantor pos di Great Portland street, punya saya dan Pak dokter bisa diambil tanpa masalah tapi tidak dengan punya Langit. Alesannya karena di paspor utama ngga disebutin nama Langit sebagai anak, yang mana dia ngga bisa ambil sendiri dan harus ada wali karena dia masih di bawah 18 tahun. Jadi kami harus kirim email lagi ke Home Office UK supaya bisa ambil BRP Langit.

Hal yang bikin elus dada, beberapa hari setelahnya, kami baru liat dengan jelas, kalo yang nunjukin Langit adalah anak dari paspor utama itu adanya di Paspor Langit, bukan paspor papanya. Bahkan di paspor saya pun ada tertulis kalo saya dependant paspor utama. Sedangkan, waktu di kantor pos itu, yang sibuk dicek adalah paspor Pak Dokter.

See, bener kan, adaaa aja.

Akhirnya email dibales dan BRP Langit bisa diambil di tanggal yang ditentukan.

Lebih lucunya lagi, waktu ambil BRP Langit yang kedua setelah kami terima surat dari Home Office, petugas yang melayani kami bilang kalo kita ngga perlu surat kaya gitu. Nama papanya pasti jelas ada di paspor yang tertanggung. Petugasnya (yang sebelumnya) harusnya udah tau.

Emang kayanya prinsip hidup kami kalo bisa susah, kenapa harus mudah.

Hal kedua yang mendesak adalah rumah. Hari kami sampe, langsung hubungin puluhan rumah yang sudah disimpen di aplikasi Zoopla dan Rightmove buat bikin janji viewing. Ngga seperti kalo liburan tinggal pesen airbnb atau hotel, sewa rumah kita harus viewing. Bisa diwakilkan. Tapi karena kita ngga ada siapa2, jadi dikerjain sendiri.

Dibayangan saya karena segitu banyaknya rumah yang kami tandain dan hubungin, paling ngga akan lihat beberapa pilihan rumah. Ternyata saya salah. Dari sekian banyak, yang nghubungin balik itu, bukan cuma sedikit. Tapi hampir ngga ada, kalo dibandingin sama banyaknya rekues yang dikirim.

Saya hanya pesan airbnb buat 7 hari karena pikir akan pindah rumah sesegera mungkin. Tujuh hari aja udah mahal bener kan.

Kami akhirnya dapet janji viewing di satu rumah yang pada kenyataannya sangat ngga nyaman. Dari semua hal. Agak lesu sebenernya. Dari segi jarak ke rs dan transport cukup oke. Tapi rumahnya ngga oke.

Rekues viewing terus dikirim dan besoknya ada 2 janji dibuat yang mana jaraknya dari ujung ke ujung. Airbnb kami di utata, viewing jam 4 di selatan, yang mana perlu 4x ganti transport umum. Viewing jam 5 di north lagi tapi yang lebih jauh.

Viewing rumah yang di South cukup oke. Kondisi rumahnya bagus, lengkap, lingkungan bagus, kurangnya di lantai 3 tanpa lift. Ngebayangin akan gotong koper ke lantai 3 udah lesu duluan.

Saya selalu nerapin dua filter utama selain harga tentunya, kalo cari airbnb : entire place dan elevator. Makanya airbnb yang saya pilih kebanyakan ngga di pusat kota. Karena udahlah mau murah, trus mau yang ada lift. Itu jarang banget. Jadi, waktu pesen airbnb yang kami sewa sekarang ini, cuma ada 1 pilihan rumah dengan filter yang saya cari. Harga masih 60 dolaran semalem dan punya lift, akses bis dan tube ada dengan jarak yang memadai, ngga masalah ke pusat kota agak lama.

Selesai viewing, langsung buru-buru buat ke tempat viewing kedua. Tiba-tiba plot twist menyerang lagi. Di kereta saya baca lagi dengan seksama deskripsi rumahnya, dan ternyata itu ditawarkan unfurnished.

Langsung melorot jantungnya.

Janji ngga mungkin dibatalin. Jadi kita tetep datengin biarpun ya kaya liat harepan kosong aja.

Jadi, sebenernya yang tersisa adalah cuma 1 pilihan yang mana seperti ngga ada pilihan. Terpaksa pilih yang itu.

Agen satu rumah itu juga langsung hubungin kami dan minta data buat diajuin ke yang punya rumah. Jadi, di sini bukan kaya waktu kami sewa apartemen di Jakarta yang liat, suka, bisa langsung bayar sewa via agen. Di sini pemiliknya juga harus setuju dulu dengan profil kita. Jadi biarpun kita udah suka, pemiliknya ngga setuju ya ngga jadi.

Alhamdulillah ngga nunggu lama pemiliknya juga setuju. Saya pikir udah kan, alhamdulillah bisa pindah sebelum sewa airbnb selesai.

Hoho, seperti biasa, tidak semudah itu.

Jalan masih panjang. Jadi, setelah kedua belah pihak setuju, akan ada proses seperti validasi kontrak yang mana kita perlu memberikan data lengkap, pekerjaan, surat kontrak kerja, dan dokumen-dokumen pendukung lain. Sementara ini diproses, kami sudah harus bayar guarantee fee sebesar harga sewa 1 minggu. Dengan dibayarnya fee ini, iklannya ditarik dari peredaran.

Satu hal yang harus diterima dengan lapang dada adalah kami terpaksa harus extend airbnb karena jadwal kepindahan itu paling cepet dua hari setelah sewa airbnb kami selesai. Jadi, saya kirim pesan ke host dan minta perpanjangan dua hari. Perpanjangan sewa artinya makin banyak (uang) yang harus dikeluarkan.

Mungkin kata ini saya udah tulis berulang-ulang, tapi sekali lagi, Alhamdulillah sekali ditunjukin tempat ini buat sewa airbnb. Setelah kami, dia ngga punya penyewa baru sampe beberapa bulan ke depan. Ngga kebayang kalo di hari kita cek out, udah ada yang baru. Musti cari tempat baru dengan semua bawaan koper ini.

Kami hanya extend 2 hari di Airbnb karena dari agent bilang secepet-cepetnya kami bisa pindah hari Kamis. Di hari Selasa, masih kesana kemari untuk registrasi dan buka akun bank.

Sulitnya, untuk registrasi penuh di tempat kerja dan finalisasi kontrak rumah, perlu akun bank, sedangkan untuk akun bank pun perlu dua lainnya. Buka akun bank ngga bisa langsung buka kaya di Indonesia. Harus dengan perjanjian. Jadi kita dateng ke cabang yang di Euston tapi perjanjiannya yang di High Holborn. Tercepat yang ada slotnya.

Setelah urusan bank selesai, balik lagi ke kantor rekrutmen. Buat registrasi penuh, hanya tinggal serahin surat pembukaan bank. Pak Dokter naik sendiri ke atas sementara saya nunggu di bawah. Ngga berapa lama turun lagi dan bilang kalo suratnya ditolak.

Istighfar ngga berenti saking frustasinya.

Petugas rekrutmennya bilang mereka perlu surat yang ada account statement atau balance. Agak absurd juga mengingat orang juga baru bener-bener buka. What balance? Tapi mereka tetep ga mau terima. Waktu itu udah jam 3, langsung lari lagi ke cabang terdekat, minta tolong print apa yang diminta.

Orang banknya agak bingung karena biasanya surat yang kita punya pun udah cukup banget. Sampe kita telpon langsung petugas rekrutmennya supaya bicara jelas sama petugas bank apa yang mereka perlu.

Alhamdulillah 15 menit selesai semua dan langsung naik bis balik ke kantor rekrutmen buat kejar sebelum mereka tutup jam 4.

Waktu di bis, ada dua email masuk. Satu dari Dr Wilson yang wawancara dari awal nanya apa ada kesulitan dalam prosesnya karena mungkin dapet laporan dari koordinator jadwalnya kalo Pak Dokter belum bisa mulai shift juga.

Email kedua dari agen rumah yang lagi-lagi bikin jantungan. Dia bilang bahwa surat kontrak kerja yang kita submit kurang dari setahun, ngga sesuai sama ketentuan sewa rumah. Jadi memang seharusnya mulai kerja awal Agustus, tapi karena masalah surat sponsor dan pengurusan visa, jadi mundur. Baru bisa mulai September. Agen rumahnya minta bisa ngga ada surat baru yang cantumin periode setahun di dalam waktu sewa rumah.

Bener kan motto hidup yang di atas. Adaa aja.

Tapi, motto hidup yang di atas itu ada frase lanjutan. Memang kalo bisa susah, kenapa mudah. Tapi, selalu juga dikasih jalan keluarnya. Pas banget agen rumah email ketika Dr Wilson email. Padahal sebelumnya sama sekali ngga pernah lagi.

Waktu itu langsung bales email Dr Wilson nanya mungkin ngga dia buatin surat yang diminta sebelum jadwal hari kita pindah. Tanpa lama, suratnya langsung dibikinin dan dikirim hari itu juga.

Fiuh.

Hari Rabu dihabiskan dengan beberapa keperluan sambil nunggu kabar dari agen rumah. Setelah surat yang diminta kita submit, masih harus nunggu kabar dari lembaga sew rumah buat finalisasi surat kontrak. Sampe jam 3 sore belom ada kabar. Betul-betul ngga sehat buat jantung. Serba salah mau apa. Beres-beres belum jelas. Mau extend airbnb juga bikin lemes.

Karena tetep ngga ada telpon atau email masuk, kita telpon agen rumahnya jam 16.30. Ternyata kontraknya baru selesai dan dia baru akan email. Alhamdulillah akhirnya jelas juga kalo bisa pindah besok.

Kami pindah menggunakan jasa removal karena biarpun ngga ada furniture, tapi koper-koper raksasa dan berat ini ngga mungkin dibawa pake uber. Setelah nyari beberapa dan dapet harga yang agak kurang masuk akal, Alhamdulillah dapet satu removal servis pribadi yang harganya masih masuk akal dan masuk dompet.

Satu hal lagi yang buat bersyukur milih Airbnb ini, kita bisa cek out sesuai yang kita bisa karena ngga ada tamu lain sesudahnya. Jadi kita leluasa beres-beres dan sempet pergi dulu paginya lalu cek out jam 2.30.

Semua saya pastikan rapi dan pamit ke yang punya dan orang yang bantu cek-in. Alhamdulillah ga ada masalah selama kita tinggal. Di akhir WA, Mina bales WA saya bilang : “thank you for leaving everything tidy”.

Jam 2.15 proses nurunin koper dimulai dan jam 2.30 van berangkat sedangkan kami naik uber. Sampe rumah PR lain sudah menunggu karena rumah yang sekarang ada di lantai 3 tanpa lift.

Dengan dibantu orang dari removal servis, Pak Dokter berhasil naikin semua koper dengan selamat. Saya waktu itu berurusan sama orang dari Key Inventory. Tapi, tugas saya juga ngga kalah berat meskipun ngga pake keringetan : bongkar semua koper dan taro semua isinya di tempat masing-masing. Udah cukup (lelah) liat koper bertebaran.

Setelah 10 hari dalam mode turis tanpa itinerary ke atraksi wisata, Akhirnya kami pulang juga ke ‘rumah’.

Alhamdulillah.