The Diary of a CEO's Wife

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Full Minds and Tummy on Thursday

Today was one of those days that felt like life pressed fast forward. Three meetings in a row already made my head spin, yet my husband somehow survived five without collapsing. I still wonder how he does it. Maybe love for the work truly fuels a different kind of stamina. The day began softly, with morning coffee at Bartisserie Ashta with Troy. Between sips of warm coffee and the quiet buzz of the mall waking up, we talked about ideas and possibilities. It felt like peeking through a small window into new collaborations waiting to happen. I’m grateful to Ollz for making that connection, because serendipity often arrives through people who believe in us. Lunch came quickly after. We rushed to Senggol Canteen at the MSIG Building Sudirman . My husband’s angel investor joined, and even in the brief hour we had, conversations moved fast. He asked my thoughts on a few things, and I appreciated the way he values my perspective. Sometimes the quickest lunches carry the weight of bigger dec...

A Day Inside the Buzz of Cekat Innov 2025

I didn’t expect to spend an entire day at Smesco Hall, from ten in the morning to seven in the evening, but that’s exactly what happened. My husband and I walked in expecting a typical tech event. Instead, we found ourselves swept into a crowd so huge and so alive that it felt more like a reunion festival than a conference. Everywhere I turned, there were familiar faces. Some I knew from the early days of StartupLokal in 2010, others were people I’d only recently met through newer circles. It was surreal, really, to feel time folding into itself like that. More than a decade of community, innovation, friendships and projects, all met in one buzzing venue. What also impressed me was how the hall stayed full the entire day. Morning, afternoon, evening, still full. At first I thought it was just the early hype, but no. By the end of the event it was still packed and later I understood why. The closing was a mini-concert by Tulus, and honestly, who wouldn’t stay for that? As for the talks,...

Little Moments That Make a Rainy Day Warm

Today was one of those super gloomy, dark, rainy days where the sky feels like it’s about to fall on you. But honestly, I kinda loved it. I spent the whole day at home with my husband. Cozy, calm, nothing fancy… and somehow it felt romantic. We even accidentally fell asleep, and when I woke up, boom: five missed calls from my eldest. She wanted a ride home. By the time we called her back, she was already home on her own, casually hanging out at Lawson for late lunch. So I asked her to bring me Chiki Balls . She came back with the huge one. And then my husband opened it and fed me using chopsticks. It was such a silly kind of romantic, but that’s exactly the kind I love. At 7pm, after dinner, I delivered an MBTI workshop for the Wondermoms community by Nobu . The theme was building better connections with MBTI , and it was honestly so fun. The participants were excited, throwing questions, participating, sharing stories. I loved the energy. There were so many questions we ...

Just another ordinary Monday

Monday started with hubby busy for serial meetings and I catch up some paperworks. At 11am I had a final check point for my MBTI webinar with Wondermoms powered by Nobu . Everything’s ready. And then me and my husband dropped our eldest off at campus. On the way home we stopped by a warteg to buy stock for the week. And guess what, with only 52k we brought home nine full packets of lauk . Nine. I don’t know why that made me so disproportionately happy, but it did. Maybe because it feels like winning at adulthood in the simplest way possible. Back home, the cleansheet ranger came for the apartment. Fresh sheets, clean air, tidy corners, empty laundry. I swear that alone can reset my mood by 80 percent. The afternoon was my favorite slice of the day. I curled up on the sofa by the window with Okki’s new book . The breeze was soft, the kind that brushes your face like it knows you need it. I read a few chapters, then slowly drifted off into a heavenly, unplanned nap. Honestl...

Good Food, Good Friends, Good Book

This morning started with my husband driving our eldest to Comifuro again. By lunchtime the three of us, minus the eldest, went to Warung Guling Pak Made . It's ur very first visit. I didn’t expect much, but the food was genuinely good for me. Non-halal, of course, but totally worth it. The place is small but totally decent, and the best part was how friendly the staff were. Like, friendlier than BCA security guards, if you can imagine that. I mean it in the best way. We were meeting Okki Sutanto there with his wife and child. He came all the way just to hand-deliver his newest book: Yang Tak Terkatakan tentang Menuju Dewasa . Super thoughtful. And honestly we feel so privileged, getting to read it before it’s even officially released. Congrats once again, Okki! After lunch we slipped over to Cotti Coffee for a bit, then dropped the youngest back at her dorm. On the way home we of course made our signature stop: the gorengan stall in front of the Amaris Hotel. Some rituals just...

Comifuro and Monopoly

This morning started the way many of my Saturdays do lately. Subuh-subuh , my husband was already out the door, sending our eldest to Comifuro . Just like every year, she’s selling merch again with her friends while cosplaying. Comifuro really is like Lebaran for all the wibu kids , so for my daughter, it’s basically a must attend , no negotiation. By noon I was too lazy to cook, so I dragged my husband and our youngest out for lunch. She wanted sei, so off we went to Sei Sapi Lamalera . My husband and I had tried it before and honestly, it’s so good. Surprisingly affordable too. Totally worth it. After lunch, we slipped next door to Portakamp Coffee . We had been here once and noticed they had tons of board games. Back then we said, “We should bring the kids someday.” And today was apparently that day. And guess what happened? We played Monopoly for six hours. Six. Hours. At first, I was the one nearly bankrupt. Like, genuinely ready to cry because I kept mortgagi...

Mazda, Video Competition, and DATE

This morning started with my husband already sitting at the Mazda workshop after dropping our daughter at college. It’s time for our CX-5’s routine service. Yes, the one that’s already ten years old. Honestly, it doesn’t feel like a decade at all. I still remember the day I got the keys to that dream car, totally free from tiket.com’s car ownership program. What a moment. Mind you, I posted about that dream car in 2012 , and finally got it for FREE in 2015. Talk about Law of Attraction or Reticular Activating System! We’re getting it serviced now to prepare for our end-of-year Java road trip. Fingers crossed she behaves well on the highway. She’s always been my favorite car, even though she once spent some time in Bali being rented out. Now she’s back with us and officially assigned to our youngest, who can finally drive and has her license. By noon, I was still stuck editing a video for the Sinar Mas Land competition. And somehow I finished and uploaded it right on time. The dead...

Playing Santa For A Day

You know those days when you wake up and suddenly feel like Santa clause on a weekday. That was me today. I started early in Menara Dea 2, Mega Kuningan, hand-delivering a giveaway gift from my “back from hiatus” moment to my follower, Mbak Rista. Too bad we couldn’t chat longer because I had a meeting lined up and she was in the middle of training. Next time, for sure. After that, my husband parked at Menara Karya while I slipped into the building right next to it, Menara Kadin. Why? To meet Mbak Rika, from my old office twenty years ago! I still can’t wrap my head around it… she’s been working there since before I joined in 2005, and she’s still there today. Two decades. That level of loyalty is wild. She took me on a mini-tour of the office, and oh my goodness, nostalgia hit hard. My old room has now merged with her former room and transformed into a meeting space. Meanwhile, her current office is huge with a drop-dead gorgeous view 😍 And guess what? She still keeps this pic of us ...

Another Ordinary Day

After lunch, I jumped straight into an online briefing with a partner. Right after that, I had a presentation with a public company that wants to run an MBTI assessment for 180 of their C-level and M-level leaders between the end of this year and early next year. When the work stuff wrapped up, I slipped out for some solo fitness time. Just me, cable row machine, and YouTube playing Fellexandro Ruby and Home of the Underdogs with Pastor Alvin Rajagukguk talking about relationships . The kind of conversation that makes you nod while sweating, like, “Yup, that hits.” Later in the afternoon, I went with my husband to pick up our eldest from her campus. We ended up having an early dinner together at my husband’s favorite Burger Bangor . It’s one of those spots tucked inside a ruko, mostly geared toward Grab and Gojek orders. The dine-in area is upstairs and honestly, so hot, stuffy and sticky. But eating together made it worth it. Before heading home, we stopped by a warteg in ...

Sleepy Tuesday

A cozy, reflective story about a sleepy, rainy Tuesday filled with simple cooking, quiet romance, and unexpected naps.

Finding the Magic in an Ordinary Monday

Okay, this post is 10 days backdate, FYI. I was trying to remember what I did ten days ago and my mind was just… blank. You know that feeling, right? Like the day slipped through some tiny hole in my memory. So I did what I always do when my brain refuses to cooperate: I opened my photos. And suddenly the day came back, not loudly, but in small familiar whispers. There it was the imported celery I bought because it looked too green and too crisp to ignore. I don’t even know why it made me happy, but it did. Maybe because I put it on a transparent glass of vas as a substitute of flowers, but edible 😄 Then the salad supplies: lettuce , cherry tomatoes , sweet corn , organic wafu dressing , edamame , almond sea salt . Also, cold presse juices: lady ruby and joyful day . Looking at them now, I can almost feel that tiny spark of intention I had that day. Like I was quietly telling myself let’s try again to be kinder to this body. And of course the Ayam Kalasan . I remember tha...

A Sunday That Went Everywhere

Jakarta-Bekasi-Karawaci. From Southgate Residence, to Kemang Village, to Pakuwon Mall, to Kemang View Apartment, to Karawaci, then BSD. All in Sunday. Some Sundays feel like a gentle inhale and exhale. This one felt like a long, winding laugh you can’t quite control but wouldn’t trade for anything. We were still in the staycation bubble at Southgate Residence , half-floating in that weekend fantasy where time doesn’t exist and alarms are optional. The plan was simple: join online church at the private cinema room at 10. Easy. Peaceful. Holy, even. Of course, reality had other plans. When everyone stays up too late watching random videos, doomscrolling, and pretending tomorrow doesn’t exist, there is only one possible outcome. Woke up too late. Naturally. We scrambled out of bed like a family who forgot an exam, except instead of textbooks we carried our messy hair and hunger pangs. We managed to start service at 11, still half-asleep and definitely starving, but there’s something ...

Press Print Party and Staycation with Jacuzzi

Family bonding at Press Print Party Jakarta, a staycation, unexpected reunions, jacuzzi and discount hunt.

Mentoring Day

Mentoring Bisnesia and Rempah Restaurant (Abu Dhabi and Dubai)

iCIO Awards and Ladies on Top

From iCIO Awards to lunch and coffee with the Ladies on Top, a day that blends tech nostalgia, friendship, and the gentle loops of time.

Sepiring Rendang Minang

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

Senja at Sunset

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...