Dear Hubby,

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Dear hubby Dimas Hendako Putra,
Yes, I write it for you. Even though I know you are not gonna know/read it at this short time or even forever, I still wanna write it down for you.

Hubby, thank you!
I know I’ve been thanking you so much times since we’re together, but still I wanna thank you more!
Thank you for all these time you gave me and our son. It means the world to us! I mean it.
Thank you for all the energy, effort and everything you did to make us happy.
Thank you for being an understanding, heartwarming kind of husband.
Thank you for all surprises! Hugs! Kisses!

I know you are so tired lately, but still you try to give your best anytime you are around me and Dirran.
I know I kind of “busy” and ignoring you since Dirran born, but still you say you love me and miss me every single day and night.

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Hubby, you fill me.
The blank page in my mind, the empty space in my heart, you fill it with your love.
Thank you. ❤

xoxo,
Wifey

Happy Birthday Babylove

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May 15th 2016, at 10:42 p.m. you were born.

A year already you are now, son. As I always say, time flies too fast!
I still remember everything about the day I delivered you to this world. The very first day I hold you in my arms.

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Dear son, happy birthday. Grow up healthy, happy, positive. Robbi habli minassholihin.. Aamiin
Mama love you most!

So many things happened this month, son. The day you turned one, mama faced surprises. The goods and bads, the happy and sad. It makes me realized that it was just a start, a year of my motherhood.
I am still that newbie mama since the day you were born until today. Well, maybe a little bit better now. Just a little bit.

Dear my forever baby son, thank you for giving me so much things to learn. Thank you for always wanting me to be close to you no matter how awful I am as a mother. I’m sorry for so many mistakes I did to you. I’m sorry, baby. I love you, so much!

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The Most Painful Pain Ever

I have been sick these few months since I have my baby son. This and that, this after that. Painful, it is. But not as painful as giving birth. That was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Well, I thought so. Before the new thing comes around..

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Few days ago, my baby son got sick. Started with a fever and flu the day after, until now. I can say it’s his first time, after 10 months of his life. He never get any serious ill, only sensitive skin problem which he gets from me and my husband. So, the flu now is that serious for me.

Watching my son sick is the new most painful pain ever to me now.
Yes it was hurt so bad the feeling of giving birth, but then I got my son as the payback after that. Worth hundred times more! But to watch my son sick? Worth nothing but a painful show. 💔

Syafakallah, son. Syafakallah.. Aamiin

Bali With My Babies

January 18th – 21st, 2017.

The first time I brought my baby son to see his mama’s second home. His mama’s heaven on earth. Together with my husband and family, Alhamdulillah..

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Thank you for the beautiful days as always dear Allah, my Bali, parents, sister, brother in law, husband and son. I’m the happiest person on earth! I love you, all! ❤

Hello

January 1st, 2017.

Happy new year, happy life!
Nothing too much special tonight, because it’s been very special everyday to me since the day my baby son born to the world. My heaven on earth, my energy!

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So, this is my January now in my lucky seven year! I know it will be good, better, best!! Aamiin..
Bismillah.. Let’s start counting bless! ❤

Gravity

Something always brings me back to you,
It never takes too long.
-Gravity, Sara Bareilles

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Jakarta, from 32nd floor window of my hotel room. Cloudy afternoon, but still it is lovely for me to see the sea again. Even though just from afar.
Hi there, been a while..

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A night in Jakarta. The chaos city I love. The used to be my dream city to live a life. Here I am again, with my family now. A husband and a son. No longer the single woman who chases her dream or career in this city. No more office suit, no more solo travel. I am a packaged now. Me and my little family. Or me and my son, the least.

I miss you.. The chaotic, the traffic, the rush hour, the differences, the lights, everything. The (well known as) stressful city where I can feel peace in it. I miss you like a little girl miss her favorite ice cream. I really do..

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