I slept at 2 a.m. and woke up at 8, not because my body was ready, but because my best friend Detha was already in the apartment lobby. She had told me several days before that she might come by. Might, in best-friend language, usually means definitely. The plan was wholesome and optimistic. A morning walk around the botanical garden, chasing sweat and pretending we’re disciplined adults. Reality had other plans. Rain. Endless rain. The kind of rain that makes your bed whisper, come back, don’t be a hero. Honestly, rainy mornings like that are made for sleeping in, not cardio. So since the entire household was still asleep, I went down alone and we talked in the lobby instead. Life updates flowed easily. Surgery stories, health check-ins, holiday plans, and then heavier things, like the bullying her teenager has been facing at school. The kind of conversation that reminds you how friendship isn’t about constant laughter, but about being able to say hard things without rehearsing. At 10...
After two days of forced rest because of a stubborn headache, today I was officially back on track. Or at least trying to be. The calendar was full and life clearly did not get the memo that I had just been sick. First agenda started early. At 9.30 we headed to Depok to drop my mom at my sister’s house. She was going to accompany my youngest nephew who would otherwise be home alone while his mom was on a work trip to Surabaya. When we arrived, he was not alone at all. My younger sibling, her husband, and their child had arrived thirty minutes earlier. We had another reason to meet there. I had ordered ready to cook marinated food to support my sibling’s brand new business. After years of encouragement, mild pressure, and enthusiastic pep talks, she finally started. My husband and I were ridiculously excited. Supporting family's business feels extra personal. We stayed until around 12.30, talking, advising, and imagining this small business growing bigger and braver. Agenda number ...