The Diary of a CEO's Wife

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...

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 ...

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 ...

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

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...

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 ...

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

Mentoring Bisnesia and Rempah Restaurant (Abu Dhabi and Dubai)

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.

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.