Jakarta is known for its ridiculous traffic jam so being the adventurous city girl, I influence my little sister to follow me to the night market by motorcycle. Luna and I had been doing this since I got my licence in high school but we stopped when she went overseas to further her studies so to do this again, to reminisce our fond memory, shopping at such crowded places hunting for cheap, authentic Indonesian street food, ahhhhh I'm homeeeee! After seven weeks of being in my hometown, I must say I'm born to be an Indonesian. I'm born to spend my days in this tropical weather rather than the four seasons at a big city called New York. I love how I can converse with anyone without needing to stutter just because I can't find the right word in English. Everybody speaks Indonesian, and everybody shares the same cultural behaviour. I don't have to worry if anything I do will offend someone. Most importantly, the one thing that I will always treasure is how easy it is for me to get my

"But I had ten negatives! Ten! I tested every single day for ten days, and they were all negative. Are you sure I'm pregnant?" Despite my weak facade ten minutes ago, I'm very much energised right now, sitting down facing my doctor who had to come back to answer my doubt eventhough she just left the room; the perks of being a VVVVVVIP patient. I bet this is Honey's doing because instead of looking like a normal ward, this is more like a hotel suite. According to Dian, she slept in the other room last night while waiting for me to wake up. Hah! A hotel suite with two bedrooms! And a kitchenette. With a big dining table as if I'll be entertaining. Have I mentioned the whole set of three seater and two seater sofa? And a huge LED tv? With sound system? "When did you take the test?" She asks calmly, as if she's not fazed with the conflict between what I said and the blood test result. "A week after I arrive here. Like maybe, uhh, six weeks ago?" She smiles widely as if she just figu

I'm trying my best to be grateful for this pregnancy knowing I'm one of the lucky ones, to be able to conceive without much difficulties compared to those who have been trying for years, even decades. So believe me when I said I really, really am trying my best. But one after another issues keep happening in my life, in just two days, that I start to question if this is what I get for being a wife who always fight with her husband; Islam teaches us, women, to treat the husbands as a king, contrary to what I've been doing since the past five years. I even went rogue these couple of months when I purposely rebelled to ensure a divorce at the end of the two years contract. Here I am, horrified with what I've gathered in just two short days. One, an unexpected pregnancy when I was so sure about the divorce. Let's just say I've accepted the fact that there will be a child in my life, though divorce is still at the back of my mind. Two, it was fun during the baby-making, yes. Very fun

"Honestly, if a billionaire asks me to fake date him, I would simply say yes. No questions asked." I roll my eyes at my youngest sister but keep my focus straight ahead; I take driving very seriously. Afterall, I can only enjoy this activity for one more week before I'm back in New York being chauffeured like the billionaire wife I am. "It's not like he asked you to go hiking," I thought she's done with her argument, "He just wanted to dine with his wife whom he hasn't seen for two months, bring her somewhere just the two of you instead of having the mother in law at all meal times. How about you say yes for a change? Just for tonight?" "You mean sit there all night watching him eat all the good food while I fight my nausea? That kinda date night?" She giggles at her silliness, "Yeah I forgot you're pregnant. But what about Bali?""...what about Bali?""Didn't he ask you few days ago if you'd like to go to Bali?""...and?""Oh come on, Al. He just wants to spend some time, honeymo

I get a feeling he's gonna go all out starting today, because the first thing he told me this morning was to clear my schedule (I had been going to my bakery these days) as it would be a full day ahead. He even had a lady escorting me to places (whom I believe is one of my security detail because I think I've seen her somewhere, most probably she was disguising as a bypasser or something hmmmmm) as he went missing to God-knows-where. First it was the shopping spree that I believe was to prepare me for a dinner date tonight, because the lady at the shop kept shoving me dinner dresses. There were also summer outfits brought out to me, which I think would be for our trip later to Bali. No, I still haven't agreed to him. But as I mentioned, I get a feeling he's gonna veto it out of me so let's just assume I'll be having that trip anyway. Next, I was brought to a fine-dining restaurant where I finally met the man, already waiting for me at a table with his laptop in front of him. Despi