The Diary of a CEO's Wife

A soulful lunch at Sepiring Rendang Minang turns into a story of friendship, gratitude, and delicious rendang.

You know that just yesterday I got ghosted . By a   potential tenant . Yes, I know, that sentence alone sounds ridiculous. Ghosting belongs in dating stories, not property transactions. But here we are. He had said he’d come to sign the contract. I waited. No show. No text. No sorry-I-can’t-make-it message. Just   silence . Fine, I thought, maybe he changed his mind. I moved on and carried on with life. Then today, plot twist. He showed up at my in-laws’ house, ready to   sign the contract . Okay. That’s new. Since I lived 50 km away, so my father in law handled him. And then he called, said that he could only pay for three months instead of eight. Okay, I can understand flexibility. But then came the kicker: he wanted to move in   tomorrow   (yes, TOMORROW), even though he’d only be able to pay on   November 16 which is 10 days AFTER that.  Like, seriously? I might be an INFJ , but even my empathy has limits. How do you even process a request like tha...

An INFJ reflects on mental load, a short answer for her kid, a hilarious reunion with a 2002 friend, and being stood up by a property buyer.

A full day at IdeaFest 2025 with Agak Laen, Purbaya, Ben Soebiakto and Bilal Faranov. Laughter, insight, and creativity everywhere.

From theater performance to birthday dinner, one November day unfolds with friends and family.

A supposedly quick Tesla tire change turns into a six-hour tiring wait with naps, followed by rain and DATE.

A school cultural festival that celebrates diversity, tradition, and the joy of learning together.

Reflections from Simbiosis Bisnis 2025; on true collaboration, comfort zones, and finding mutual growth in business and life.

A long, thoughtful Tuesday filled with work, motherhood, and a car conversation about the difference between dreams and expectations.

A reflection on how a simple Monday routine can quietly shape peace, discipline, and gratitude.

A reflection on excellence, love, and transformation. How the year’s trials became lessons in divine refinement.

A reflection on a family-filled Saturday. From driving lessons to hockey games, and finding quiet meaning in the rhythm of ordinary life.

When the minister didn’t show up, wisdom did. A day of unexpected lessons and inspiration. "Disappointment has a funny way of turning into wisdom, if you stay long enough to listen."   —   Nuniek Tirta Sari So, I woke up early today. Like,   really   early. My mission: to attend the OCBC Business Forum 2025 in St. Regis Kuningan and listen to the new Minister of Finance, Mr. Purbaya's speech.  After wrestling through Jakarta’s legendary morning traffic for 2 hours, I finally arrived at the venue. The first dialogue session was already running, and I panicked, thinking I’d missed the minister’s talk. But when I looked at the latest rundown, surprise! His name was nowhere to be found. Apparently, he’d never confirmed attendance in the final version. Ah, the classic “expectation vs. reality” moment. OCBC Business Forum 2025 I just laughed. Not even disappointed anymore, just… amused. Because really, what else can you do when the main reason you came didn’t show up...

A story about imagining future retirement life, falling in love with a dream apartment, and learning that some dreams are previews of blessings yet to come.

Reflection on slowing down and returning to social media with a clearer heart and grounded purpose.

From a random DM to a mentoring journey and unexpected blessings, this story shows the real meaning behind “Ask, and it will be given to you.”

Sharing my journey of mindful living, daily writing, purposeful apps, and how to come back intentionally after 3 months of social media detox.

When life gets tough, how do you respond? Reflection on the beauty of resting in God’s power instead of our own. 

A reflection on how sibling rivalry transforms into lifelong friendship.

From unboxing a new iPhone 17 pro to savoring wagyu and deep talks with friends, I realized real happiness comes from experiences, not things.

A reflection on how patience and time can turn impulsive decisions, old homes, and past mistakes into meaningful, long-term miracles.

A reflection on how true excellence comes from curiosity, care, and consistency. Doing small things right, even when no one is watching.

A day of meaningful connections, from lunch with a friend to deep talks on love, instinct, and wisdom that reveal what true happiness really means.

A reflection on finding quiet joy in ordinary Mondays; where bills, chores, and a bag of Cheetos remind us that small, simple moments still matter.

A Sunday reflection on how true excellence isn’t perfection. It’s grace, gratitude, and presence, even in messy, ordinary, and slightly chaotic days. 

A spontaneous Saturday turns into lakeside walks, IKEA temptations, and Swedish meatballs. 

An early trip to Puncak leads to riverside calm, local kindness, and quiet joy. 

A reflection on parenting teens: learning to step back, trust their wings, and find peace in watching your children grow into who they’re meant to be.

A cancelled Disney Cruise turned miracle in disguise; proof that divine timing is real, and sometimes God’s answers arrive straight to your inbox.

At Permata Wealth Wisdom, lessons on economy and neurology collide; revealing that true resilience begins with a connected, healthy mind.

Letting go isn’t about forgetting; it’s about losing interest in what no longer matters, and finding peace in the quiet joy of the present moment.

From hotel freebies to church reflections and a shoe hunt victory; proof that even ordinary days can unfold into unexpectedly meaningful stories.

A simple staycation turns magical; with seaside noodles, wedding joy, hotel robots, and small surprises that quietly reset the soul.

A day of divine timing, chance reunions, and perfect coincidences.

A rainy day plan gone wrong turns into a reflection on love; showing that real magic isn’t in chasing what’s new, but in seeing the old with new eyes.

A day full of unexpected turns becomes a reminder to embrace life’s plot twists with humor, grace, and gratitude; because detours make the best stories.

A morning walk turns into a deep talk on building communities; why they thrive on systems, rituals, and heart, not just numbers or fleeting passion.

An ordinary Monday turns into a quiet lesson on love, gratitude, and marriage—where meaning hides not in milestones, but in everyday moments.

A rainy Sunday turns into a story of family, faith, and rekindled intimacy; proof that presence, not proximity, keeps love alive in marriage.

A candid reflection on daily writing, identity, and discipline; why true writers don’t wait for inspiration, they write to stay alive and aligned.

Reflections on parenting, marriage, and letting go; why raising independent adults means learning to embrace the quiet joy of an empty nest.

Starbucks was supposed to be my sanctuary that morning. Tempo Scan Tower, drop-off spot, safe plan: mix juice, Wi-Fi, a corner table where I could disappear into Headway . Except, plot twist: Starbucks was closed for renovation. The shutters were down, my drinking plan collapsed, and suddenly I had nowhere to go. It’s funny how such a small inconvenience can throw you off balance. For a split second, I considered loitering awkwardly in the lobby. Instead, I spotted a Bluebird taxi that had just dropped someone off. Rp 9,000 later, I was on my way across the street, supposedly to Starbucks Menara Kadin. But halfway, on instinct, I asked the driver to switch course: “Pak, Erasmus Huis aja ya.” That detour turned out to be a gift. Erasmus Huis , the cultural wing of the Dutch Embassy, is one of Jakarta’s underrated havens. The library is cool, bright, and lined with shelves of Dutch and English books. It also has Warung Belanda, a cozy little café with both indoor and outdoor seating. Per...

Nothing dramatic, nothing spectacular today. Just random little things strung together in a way that somehow made sense, at least to me. The day started with brunch: three people, warteg food, reheated from Monday. (Yes, Monday. Don’t judge, it’s called being resourceful.) There’s something oddly comforting about eating humble food together, like it sets the tone that the rest of the day doesn’t have to try too hard. After brunch, we headed to Vintage Vibes. The plan was practical: pick up a few things, maybe browse. Of course, I ended up finding something I didn’t know I wanted until I saw it. Isn’t that always how it works? The universe has a way of surprising us when we least expect it. Now here’s the thing: I was way too comfortable in my pleated dress to change. You know that rare feeling when an outfit makes you feel at home in your own skin? That was me today. So instead of switching, I just threw on a ceruty babydoll outer in the same tone, slipped into my matching Skechers, ...

After a full month of hibernation since my hysterectomy on August 15, I finally started opening myself up again to the social life other than family and church.  Last week it began with a day out with Mbak Fithri, and today it continued with a hangout session with Mbak Ike, who came all the way just to “kidnap” me for a few hours. Here’s the thing about me: I can get along with anyone, but I’m extremely selective with whom I give my time. My heart is like a little guesthouse: many can knock, few are welcomed inside. And when I do let someone in, I give my full presence. No scrolling, no gadgets, no half-hearted nods. Just talk. That’s what happened today with Mbak Ike. Posted with consent We sat at Hygge BSD, facing a wide glass window that overlooked the busy highway. Strangely, it felt like the perfect backdrop. Two women catching up on life, while cars and buses rushed by like background noise in a movie. We talked for one and a half hours straight, and honestly, it felt like f...

There are few things in life that test our character more than waiting. Not the kind of waiting where you’re stuck in traffic with your favorite playlist on, but the heavy kind; waiting without certainty. The waiting that weighs on you because you don’t know if it will end tomorrow, next month, or next year. I’ve been thinking a lot about this today because something big just wrapped up. A long-awaited promise was finally fulfilled. And in the process, I witnessed firsthand how differently people behave when placed in the uncomfortable chair of “ the waiting room of life. ” Imagine a waiting room where everyone has been told their name will be called someday, maybe soon, maybe late. You’d see at least two kinds of people. Some people sit quietly, open a book, maybe start a new project on the side while glancing occasionally at the clock. They don’t need to narrate their suffering to the entire room.  They choose dignity over drama.  They know that patience doesn’t have to be ...

Sunday mornings have this magical way of stretching out slowly, like they don’t want to end. This morning was one of those slow mornings, the kind where the house hums gently, everyone moves at their own pace, and there’s no rush to do anything other than exist. We had plans to go to church, but of course, life had its own little lesson in patience: the War Ticket frenzy. Thousands of people rushing online just to get a spot for worship every week; it’s kind of insane when you think about it. Praise the Lord indeed for the technology that lets us all battle for our pews without elbowing anyone physically. After church, we went for a late lunch, and that’s when I discovered MOKKA tucked away in a corner of the mall. I’ve walked past this mall so many times, but I never noticed it before. It’s funny how sometimes good things are hiding in plain sight, waiting for someone else to point them out. The restaurant was quiet compared to the line at Lekko just down the hall. And while MOKKA’s f...