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 This is an old story. Five months ago, my story was appeared at Bunda Tabloid (Jawa Pos Group). It's just that recently we bought a smart PSC machine, I couldn't resist to scan it, and post it here. A.K. ps: story written by Bianda, Bunda's reporter.
Nindi started school this Wednesday. She has got a new uniform, with a too big hat. Her first day at school was great, until I was late picking her up. Not that I AM late. It turned out that the other parents picked their children long before the school ended and worse, the teacher let the children went home first. That made me who came on time felt worse cause Nindi was the last child to be picked up.
When her father (aka Nino) asked her what was she doing at the first day at school, she said that she just played around.
"Didn't you learn something new today? like alphabets?" asked Nino.
"No, Daddy. I just played outside with my friends."
"So, what's the difference from your previous school, at childcare?" added Nino.
"The difference is," I said. "This one is free."
Just like what we expected. Good education, five days a week and cost no penny.
A.K.
 | Surprise | Dec 13, '06 11:50 PM
for everyone |
Who is not happy with a surprise? A good one, I mean. Of course not me.
I always dream that somebody will give me a (nice) surprise, especially at my birthday.
Nino is different. I mean, he doesn't care about his birthday(that he often forget), he doesn't care when nobody sms him a birthday message. And he doesn't expect a single birthday present.
But I, duh, I couldn't pass my birthday without a gift. Two weeks before the day, I reminded him to think about my birthday present. And please, no more book as my birthday gift (fyi, I always get a book from him, on my B'day). Not that I don't like a book. I, I mean we, love it so much that we consider a book as our daily meal. Beside, it's so predictable. I will get (another) book at my B'day. Helo? Where is the surprise?
Unfortunately, a week before my day, he asked me, "What do you want for your B'day gift?"
Oh, no! Couldn't he just guest what I want? Didn't he get the clue from our conversation? Was I so unpredictable?
"I'm just afraid I disappoint you," he added.
I had no choice but to let him know what I want. I emailed him a gift idea. I was so afraid that he would not make an effort to give me something.
I was so wrong. On my birthday, my daughter woke me up, kissed me Happy Birthday. Nino also kissed me Happy B'day and gave me something special in a BodyShop brown bag. Whua! He did make an effort! Huray. Then I logged on to my email and FS to read some (right, hundred) B'day messages. There was one from Nino. He wished me a very happy birthday and said that I stole his idea. Whuaaa! He said that he had the same idea as mine. He regret that it would not be a surprise for me anymore.
Duh, darling. It was still a great surprise for me (that you made that effort). And I was really happy. And this was my best birthday ever. Not to mention our night. Ups! 
A.K.
form the picture:
Didi: why are you making a birthday cake yourself, Mommy?
Me: (laughing) beause nobody do it for me, Darling.
| Day Off | Nov 9, '06 8:41 PM
for everyone |
What will you do in your day off? When you are able to take off your 'mother-hat' and your 'wife-hat' and simply become you.
I have two days off every Thursday and Friday, when Didi goes to ChildCare. I always look forward to these days, imagining what I can do to indulge myself. However, as the day comes, I simply don't know what to do.
Last week, I planned to have a luxurious bath with my Body Shop champagne-scent bubble bath, but then I realized that my bathtub was a bit leak. I wanted to go shopping, but I thought that shopping was included in a housewife's task (wasn't it?), so better not to do it in my day off.
So, I enjoyed myself reading for hours (at that time: Burnt Toast - Teri Hatcher's Autobiography), then I put some more sentences to my forever-unfinished novel. After that I returned some books to the library and called my sister on the way home. Unfortunately, she's busy with her new band (or maybe a new boyfriend). Then I thought maybe I could save my 50 cent phone coin by ringing someone else, but I had no friends that worthed an International call. Uhm, I mean, YM-ing is way cheaper, why bother?
Time flew, Didi and her father went home at 4.30 pm. It's silly, but I've just realized that I missed them so much.
A.K.
|  | Nino and I were married at June 8, 2001 (yup, correct. We often forget this date, and also our wed anniversary, hiks). We were still in a college at that time (guess what's our reason to get married early?). First and second year of our marriage are hard. But then, we manage to be a hot young happy couple with a cutest daughter ever (hahah, narciss!!!). These pics show our happy momments (cause when we were sad or in a row, we always forget to take a pic, hihihi). |
| | My daughter (she wished to be called Didi) and I are sanguin. We love to play and burst into laughter together (the one that she doesn't have it w/ her father). |
My dear Nindipong (4-year-old girl) is addicted to her left hand jempol. Tapi, dia kenyotnya cuman kalau ada jaket pink bergambar jerapah yang menemaninya. No jacket, no kenyot! Kalau sampai kelupaan bawa jaket pas bepergian, atau pas jaketnya dicuci, wah, repot banget. Nggak ada substitusinya.
Dengan jaket pink-nya itu, kami sekeluarga punya permainan.
Game ini tidak sengaja kami temukan. Setelah selesai dinner, biasanya Nino, Nindi n I maen2 di kamar. Biasanya kami main game pukul2an ala PUCCA pakai bantal. Entah siapa yang memulai, kami suka dengan game lempar jaket ini.
Here is the rule:
1. Lipat jaket menjadi bulatan seperti bola
2. Sebutkan pertanyaan (positif) untuk peserta game
3. Lempar jaket ke orang yang dimaksud
Here we go...
Giliran Nindi yang pegang jaket: "Siapa yaaaannng... (dia senyum2) kalau pulang sering memberi kejutan?" Nindi lempar Jaket ke Nino. FYI, setiap pulang naik bus dari Surabaya ke Malang, Nino selalu menyempatkan membeli stiker (atau mainan2 murah dan aneh) untuk Nindi.
Giliran Nino: "Siapa yaaaannnggg... sudah bikin dua novel?" Hehehe, Nino melempar jaket ke aku. Hiks, jadi malu.
My turn: "Siapa yaaaannnngggg... sudah berani sekolah sendiri, cuma diantar sampai pagar trus masuk sendiri?" Hehehe, Nindi senyum2, jaket kulempar ke dia.
Nindi turn: "Siapa yaaaannngggg... sudah masuk koran 3 kali?" Hahahaha, aku sampai nggak ingat, masak sih udah tiga kali? Hiks, Nindi malah ingat.
My turn: "Siapa yaaannnggg... dapat beasiswa keluar negeri?"
Well, permainan itu selalu bikin kami riang, karena kami 'terpaksa' memikirkan kelebihan2 orang yang kami cintai. Dan selalu saja, kami terkejut dengan apa yang ada di pikiran Nindi tentang kami, orang tuanya.
Kami bangga karena kami dicintai.
A.K.
a funky mommy.
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