At Jakarta, Indonesia, Covid-19 Outbreak makes our Governor issue regulations, letting employees work from home (WFH) to reduce the spread of the virus. But not all people has the privilege to do WFH. Some still needs to work from office (WFO) every day.

As for me, working in a bank industry, and I’m still in probation period, I have to WFO every day. Well, actually I don’t really have that urgency to come to office every day, but as an in-a-probation-officer, I choose to fulfill 100% requirement of my boss, so that’s what I do, go to office every day.

I know that most of my friends are working from home every day. And I’m kind of envy. While I need to wake up minimum 1 hour earlier than they do in order to be able to reach office on time, they can wake up just some minutes before their working time.

I got envy too, I need to spend more money for transporting from my living place to office. And since Covid-19 happens, my company placed me to an office more far than my first office, so I don’t only need to spare extra money for grabbing a car, but also spend more time to travel as well.

While my other WFH friends can happily work with their family, but here I am working with my workmates. Not that I hate my workmates, but it is nicer to work at home, so cozy and surrounded by the people whom you love.

Another thing, my friends can enjoy lunch at home, while I need to wake up another 1 hour earlier to cook. Well, I can order food online, but there will be another extra cost.

At least those all what make me envy with WFH peeps of mine at the first place.

But after having quite a few conversation with them who do WFH every day, they’re experiencing different struggle than me. And now after I hear it, I don’t know which one is better.

They indeed can wake up a little later every day, sometimes they even work after lunch, which is not more than 8 hours a day. But all of my friends experiencing this truly aware that this new condition is not good and they want to change their laziness. They said they get used to of working on their bed, sometimes sleep during their working hour, doing anything but not working. And it becomes their new normal, Kind of a bad habit for them.

Some are having a long-working-hour, working even after 7 pm, having no boundaries.

Some are being sick, too many cholesterol because staying too long at home and not doing workout.

Well, what I want to say, either you are working for home or working from office, we are facing difficulties and we are adapting to it together. Now I stop complaining, which is good.

Instead of trying to change the thing I can’t change, I try to enjoy the things meant to be, adapt to it and finally learn to love it.

Donor Fighter

COVID-19 outbreak is still on air in Indonesia. The number of positive patient keep increasing day by day. Not only airplane industry get the impact, it works too for travel, hospitality, transportation, and many other industries. Without exception, thalassemia’s patient as well .

In this session, where so many people choose to stay at home, a patient with thalassemia major unfortunately still need the same amount of blood transfusion once in every two weeks.

So here I present, a story of SN, mother of a patient with Thalassemia major, a stranger who soon become a friend of mine.

An old friend of mine contacted me for a need of O+ blood. I was hesitated at first. It is quite a brave decision to go out these days. But as I rethink of the consequences, finally I dare myself to go out of my house and donor my blood.

That’s how I meet SN, a mother yet a donor fighter. Why do I say that she is a donor fighter?

Well, during this outbreak as well as holy month of Ramadhan, it gets more difficult to get a blood donor. And SN needs to collect at least 3 bags of blood once in every 2 weeks. I wonder how she is able to get this. This outbreak drives her depressed. Absolutely people tend to stay at home. Why would they bet their own life just to donor their blood to a total stranger?

“It is quiet stressful. This pandemic drives me crazy,” told her to me.

“So, how old is your daughter?” asked me to her curiously.

“She is turning 17-year-old this May.”

“And you have been doing this for 17 years?” startling me a bit, amazed as well.

She was nodding and smiling. “Wow, I am impressed. But, it’s not always like this, right? How do you usually get the blood?”

“Yes, it is usually not this difficult. I only need to go to PMI (Indonesian Red Cross Society) routinely, go to hospital and then get transfusion. It is usually become a bit difficult during Ramadhan, yes this session. But right now is the hardest because it is a double event. I’m so grateful God send me some angels to donor their blood. Like you,” smiled her to me.

I think it is one of the most beautiful smiles I’ve ever seen lately, a very sincere one, spoken from the bottom of her heart. Makes me feel more human in this huge world.

“My very pleasure, glad to help, SN.”

Deep inside I compare what I’ve done with what she has done. I only do something very small. I wonder how she can live this kind of life every single day. Such a fighter.

“Have you ever lack of blood? I mean, you need minimum 3 bags of blood twice a week, how if you only get 2? Or even lesser? How if unfortunately my blood doesn’t pass the examination, how if there is just not enough donor? Will something bad happen to your daughter?”

“Well, it happens many times, especially during this pandemic. If so, I will need to borrow the blood from hospital, then find a donor and return it to hospital the next time.”

“Ah I see. I wonder how much you need to pay for blood transfusion every week? And anyway, is the blood for sale? I mean, I donor it freely to PMI, but do you buy it from hospital? Or they give it to you freely?”

“I used to buy it, before government issue BPJS. It costs around 400k a bag (around 28 USD). But if it is without BPJS, it could cost 15 million (around 1.035 USD) and need to be paid twice a month.”

When I hear it, I was like, “Wow, not a small amount of money.”

She went through it all, going through it now, and will keep going to it. As a stranger, the best thing I can do is keep donor my blood and if possible, help her to find another donor.

“Hey, friend,” she called me.

“You are still young. If it is possible, before you get married, check to doctor first whether you and your-husband-to-be has the the blood of thalassemia carrier. If it is just one of you, it is safe then. But if two of you are, be careful.”


Hi, reader! Are you a commuter? If yes, which level are you? One who spends minimum 1 hour on the street? 2 hours? 3 hours or even more?

Well, no matter how many hours or minutes you spend on the road, I hope you enjoy the whole commuting time of yours. Please find below my personal point of view of commuting. If you have any other perspective, please feel free to leave your comment.

I was amazed by commuter’s way of mobilize. How could they spend hours on the road, standing up, waiting to reach their destination? How could they willingly waste their time doing nothing?

I might have lived at Jakarta, a-busy-metropolitan-city for more than 5 years, but up until today I am still learning to enjoy traffic jam and polution. I hesitate I can really love them.

Currently I get not better option than commuting for minimum 1.5 hours from and to my working place. This is something I used to avoid, but currently I have to deal with this.

It took me several days to finally like my new status. Instead of only walking or standing up or sitting in a bus, I choose to study while commuting. You are might be wondering how I do it not, let me tell you.

Podcast is my new best friend.

Thank you Google Podcast. Thank you Spotify. I would lying on my bed and scrolling at them the previous night, exploring which episode of podcast I’d like to have the next day. What kind of food I’m going to feed my brain the next day?

Sometimes, Ted Talk or Korean Class got me a bit overwhelmed, so I choose to listening to a podcast which doesn’t require many focus, such as funny short stories. Sometimes I would prefer music too.

Thank you to my Bluetooth headset too! I don’t need to deal with messy cable. Listening becomes so much fun.

The reason why I can enjoy commuting is, funnily, the activities I plan to do which makes me forget that I’m actually commuting. And some people were doing it too!

As I listening to my podcast, I notice that some people are listening to music, talking to their parents or friends in a phone, liking Instagram pictures, watching Korean drama, and any other actions which could distract their attention, which is great.

If you can do two or three things at once, why not?

Stay-At-Home Citizen

It’s March and a viral virus named Corona just entered Indonesia. Known as a virus which rapidly spreads, public health professionals requires the citizen to do social distancing, our movement need to be limited in order to flatten the curve of this virus deployment.

As an obedient citizen, yet a full-of-awareness human being, I obey the government’s recommendation, stay at home for at least 2 weeks.

For a super extrovert human being like me, I finally able to feel how a panda and or a bird actually feel when they are in a cage all day long, how a fish swimming here and there in an aquarium. I finally understand too how Rapunzel felt in a movie.

So everyday in a morning, I open my curtain, feel the sun light, see swimming pool and trees and table and chair and bird and high buildings outside my apartment, no one is there. It just stuffs.

And I just realized that it is super relate-able with the lyrics of “See the Light” Song in Disney Edition of Tangled movie. I truly appreciate every single words of the lyrics.

All those days watching from the windows
All those years outside looking in
All that time never even knowing
Just how blind I've been

And so on.

So there comes a day I open youtube and dance and do the workout, open instagram and do yoga, open podcast and hear a financial education session, grab a drawing book and a brush and start to paint, click on my Whatsapp and dial a video call to my friends and family, download a game in my playstore and do online battle with my friends, open Smule and do virtual jamming with my peeps, then I realize I started doing the things I used to play when I was in senior high school. And it is not difficult to admit that…

This is fun.

This is more than fun!

Actually I was planning to take some days off for the sake of job changing, planning to save the date to travel abroad or any other places I wished I have gone. Bu the disease made me have to cancel the trip.

It’s good.

While the offices, mall, and so on limit, postpone, or even stop their operational, people are warned to stay at home, mobilization is limited, no air pollution, the earth is resting!

There is beauty in everything, it depends on by which point of view we want to see it. And at the end it is like our mother earth wants to say, “Hi human, I’m okay without you living inside me and destroy me day by day with your air pollution and daily rubbish.”

Teacher – Educator

There are 2 kinds of teacher in this world. The first one is a teacher only. The second one is a teacher as well as an educator. I love to be the second-type one. A friend of mine is.

He was a teacher in a school of character, let’s call him SN. The first period of the teaching for him was not easy. The school had a high standard. One of them is in the aspect of politeness.

All the teachers would be asked to respect the security guard and cleaning service. Saying god morning with a warm and lovely tone, followed by a welcoming gesture. This has to be a habit for all the teachers. Well for some teachers, this is not easy.

If there is a teacher who wasn’t wiling to do so, the Principal will call this teacher and rebuke him. This has to be a habit embedded in the teachers.

Long story short, someday, a student of SN asked SN, “Sir, why do I have to respect them? They are filthy. I don’t want to. Their cloth and skin is always full of sweat and or any other dirt.

Then SN asked the kid, “Hi kid, do you think they are a human?”

Then the kid nodded.


“Okay good, are you human too?”

The kid nodded again.

“Okay, smart kid. What do you eat?”

The kid thought for a while before he finally answered, “Rice most of the time, Sir.”

“Okay, then do you think they eat rice too?”

The kid thought for a while too before said yes in the end.

SN told them, “If both of you are human and eating rice, then why there must be a reason for you not to respect that man? He is just earning not as much money as your parents did. But we are all the same, we are human, God’s creation, born and being loved, born to love as well. We both eat the same rice, breath the same air and drink the same water, even praise the same God too. If you can respect me as your teacher who didn’t earn as much money as your parents did, why can’t you respect the cleaning service and or security?”


How do you think life as a freelancer is?

Let me share you a story of life of a Food Blogger, Public Relations Officer, Digital Marketer, Advertisement Campaigner, Social Media Specialist – Freelancer.

His apartment is his office. From table to chair, sofa to floor, television to bed, anything anywhere he could sit at and put on his laptop, it is his working area.

Here it is, story of FS! A creative-young -adult, good in reviewing and designing, working everywhere. Everywhere is his office. And nowhere is his office.

“FS, it is nice to know you. I always wanted to be a freelancer, I think it is cool working for some companies and becoming boss of my own time. How is it living as a freelancer?” asked me to FS.

Man looking at computer code on a laptop while working from his small office.

He smiled. “Yes, it is good. I’ve been working as a freelancer for around 3 years, and sometimes I feel lonely. Sometimes I get a kind of feeling to sit in a office like I used to did. There are moments I’m losing my motivation, and bed just make me wanted to sleep. Hahaha, for me it is the hardest one to be controlled.”

“Wow, so I can say sometimes you missed … kind of office atmosphere?” asked me to him.

“Yes, yes, kind of. You know, sometimes when you are overwhelmed a little bit, you just need to stand up, find people and talk for a while, laugh, eating something, sharing something, do whatever it is to make you relax a little bit. And a good point sitting in front of a laptop in a office is, you are not allowed to sleep. But as if I worked alone, I can sleep anywhere I wanted too. I just need to fulfill the deadline.”

“Oh I see. So the temptation to sleep and managing your own time is kind of … challenging? hahaha” asked me to him laughing.

Accident Victim

Story of BB, 18 year old student, a victim as well as a rescuer. 

“It was a sunny day at Yogya when our government launched Transyogya, a public bus operating around the city, connecting almost every area of my lovely town. 

I was standing up, holding the grip, until our bus almost get into the station. When I looked forward, I am confused why the bus didn’t stop or slower the speed whereas there was another bus in front of us. 

Seriously, not long after that, our bus hit on the bus in which was in a stop position located in front of us. My body was moving forward in a very high speed, as well as everyone in the bus. 

Not long after the accident, I get myself back. As I looked around, every one was hurt. Some officers helped some of the passengers to get out of the bus. I tried to rescue them to, especially the old men. 

I helped them one by one. From grandpa to grandma, adult to kids, ladies and men, till I became the last man standing in the bus. When I was about to get off, an officer looked me in the eye and said, “Hey young boy thanks for helping! You are such a kind-hearted man.”

Not long after that he looked down at my red elbow. Then that man said, “Wow you even bear that wound while rescuing these people?”

Furthermore I look at my hand and just realize that my hand was hurt. There were some glass flakes pierced. I was surprised and just able to feel the pain.

Then I laughed to him, “Hahaha thanks for letting me know.”

Then I was frozen. Speechless as well. He pulled me out of the bus and brought me to a hospital together with dozens of other patients.

Long story short, my hand was bandaged.

Weeks later, I was healed. My hand was recovered, I could use it normally. I took off the bandage and put it inside of a photo frame and hang it on my sleeping room’s wall.

Every time I feel bad about myself, I will look up to that bandage and remind myself that once in my life I’ve ever been a hero without wings or spider webs, and it makes me feel more than great.


Can we address someone who works for 66 hours a week as a workaholic?

In my dictionary it’s a yes.

So here it is, story of RK, a 24-year-old, funny yet quirky Management Trainee of a hotpot restaurant.

“How can you choose this job, RK?” asked me to this beautiful lady in a sunny day, drinking hot chocolate.

“Well, It’s quite not a short story, but I can say that I’m kind of trapped, told her to me then blinking her eyes a little bit, then she continued.

“I don’t believe I’m living this kind of life now. Working like a robot and seeing some humans truly working as they are a super powerful robot, only need some hours to be charged then working for the whole day. This is kind of unbelievable. True story, anyway!

Being a Management Trainee for a hotpot restaurant made me live this kind of life.

I am more than grateful. 

Wake up at 8.30 am in the morning, have shower, make a super neat hair bun and use hair wax, use handie talkie and get used to if it’s cable, then go to work. 

There are even some procedures to go to toilet or to drink because during working time I wear company’s uniform. 


I thought it is going to be a super boring life. But it turns out, not really. There are gems inside this kind of life.  It is fun! 

I learn how to play rubic twist, making a ball shape and a heart shape and a dog shape and snake shape whatever it is you name it.

I learn to dance with noodle, pulling the noodle dough here and there, make a beautiful movement then creates a syhmphony. Kind of new art and new game. Again, new experience.

I get a chance to live with 5 other Chinese women, eating a super Chinese breakfast.  Having goji berry and plum and longan to be cooked with porridge and served as breakfast.  Then having a Mandarin conversation breakfast. It is somehow makes me feel like I’m living in a little China town. 

Those are new things I experienced which made my life becomes more colorful. Who says you have to go to a far place to do new things? Any experiments can be done anywhere. Go ahead, try at least 1 each day!  “


I had that kind of roommate who made people laugh till their jaw getting stiff, but then every night go to bed crying.

She is lovely, having beautiful eyes yet funny unique voice. She is overweight as well. Let’s call her GB, a 30-year-old woman.

Once I asked her, “Hey, friend, what’s your most favorite thing to do in this world?”

While everyone in the room was in silence because of thinking, she spontaneously answer me, “Eating,” with full of smile in her face.

I asked her why, then she told me because only when she is eating she could forget about everything. I din’t really buy this word until I share the same bed and night with her.

We shared the same tears but not the same pain.

When we were about to sleep, I could notice that she was crying. That’s how everything started. I just knew that she is a widow. During her 3 years of marriage, she has aborted 3 babies. By the way this is allowed in her country. It means one baby every year. Then it simply means she got pregnant every year and every time she got pregnant she aborted their babies. Nope, it supposed to be her babies.

“If I could turn back time, I won’t marry this man. I was so specious and stubborn. No one agreed on my choice. My parents to my best friend, they didn’t allow me to marry this man. My ex-husband was previously a divorcee before we get married. May be that was the reason why my people didn’t allow me to marry him.

But because I was persistent, they got no choice except to let me do what I wanted, marry him. That’s how everything started. He was a lazy man, unwilling to work. It was my mistake to spoil him too.

I earned money. Let him stay at home. Prepared his clothes. Cooked him food. Served him all the best I could do. Did all the things the best wife could do. At that time I was a working wife as well. There was also a day I was pregnant and I still cooked him food while all the things he could do was only sitting and playing.

I remember in a cold winter day, I was pregnant and I cooked him food. Getting off from my work, walked a long way to cook then delivered him the meal. I was late. I felt like almost dying. The first thing came out from his lip wasn’t asking how I was doing, he was mad at me being late.

I was full of anger and disappointment, speechless as well.

At that time, I just remembered why all the people around me didn’t allow me to marry him. May be because they already knew this would happen. I regretted I didn’t listen to them and just follow my personal instinct.

Not long after saying this, GY cried. I could’t do anything. She regretted everything.

That’s how she went to bed crying everyday. She regretted her life and couldn’t turn back time. The only thing she could do to forget her regret was eating, only eating. But she felt sad for being fat too.

Non Gift Man

Do you know that there are 5 kinds of love language?

One of them is gift, either giving one or receiving one.

If your friend’s number one list of love language is giving/accepting gift, they will feel being super loved if they got a gift.

Unfortunately, my love language is not giving/accepting gift. It’s in number 5. So I will feel not so loved by others if I got one.

These several years, I’ve been struggling with this thing. When someone I love is having birthday or any other celebration, I will come to them, knock their shoulder and directly ask them,  “Hi friend, what gift do you want for this christmas?”

The more detail their answer is, the happier I am. Unfortunately, most of the people whom I ask will say, “Nope, I won’t tell you. It should come from the bottom of your heart, you are my friend, you have definitely known me. Try to find out!”

Well, hearing this makes me feel not good, one kind of a broken feeling.

It applies vice versa.

Anytime someone wants to give me a gift, I will definitely be happy if that person can ask me in person. I will tell them in detail. By doing so, it is sure I will like the gift.

And you know what? All this time I thought I’m the only person in this world stuggling to this kind of thing. But tonight, I find some people with this kind of war too.

So whoever you are, a non-gift-man, please know that you are not alone!

And to whoever reading this whose friend is a non-gift-man, please help them! Your clue means A LOT.