The Diary of a CEO's Wife

Today felt heavy in that gentle way only a gloomy day can.  By the time my husband and I sat down for lunch with the Titipku team at Wee Nam Kee, the rain was pouring hard. It had been so long since our last proper lunch together with the team. This time there were eight of us at the table. Henri, the CEO, led the group with his usual warmth, surrounded by some IT folks, bizdev, sales, and marketing. We talked about ideas. Big ones, small ones, the kind that make you pause and imagine a slightly better version of the world. Titipku has always been that kind of project. In case you don’t know, it’s an app that lets you shop at traditional market without having to leave home. Just a few taps and you’re done. It has saved me more times than I can count, especially on days when life feels too rushed to even think about parking or traffic. Somewhere in the middle of our conversation, Henri mentioned that he’s known us for nine years. Nine. I blinked at that. I didn’t realize it had bee...

December began softly this year, with a simple Sunday-date-on-a-Monday with my husband in PIK 2 . The real reason we were out, of course, was to drop off our eldest at her campus event, Sports and Arts Day at Galaxy Sports Center . She needed to be there from eight in the morning until three. It felt like such a long stretch of time, the kind that invites you to turn errands into moments. Since only a few places open early, we ended up at Starbucks The Land’s End . The sunlight spilled through the windows in that gentle morning way that makes everything feel possible. My husband immediately dove into his marathon of meetings, as usual, while I tried to make the most of the brightness for reading. We avoided sitting near the beach because the heat was already creeping in. Instead, we settled indoors on the second floor, right next to the toilet, which sounds funny now but felt practical at the time. By noon, we left the cool room behind and took a slow walk through The Land’s End area. ...