The difference.

Well, Hi there!

It’s Zidnie again.

I am so sorry for being absent in December as I started new things on my life; doing business. – I will tell you more about this later, K?

What I will be talking about in this post is the difference. The difference means a gap between what you have been doing/getting compare to someone’s.

Entering 3 months ++ being a wife, I started to feel kinda shock culture with the little family of mine. Mas Fahmi been so busy with his academic life as a lecturer with all the quizzes, research, seminars etc. I don’t mind, I could say, this is our dreams; he as a teacher and me doing business. That is our dreams.

Candidly capture him while workin

But what makes me shock is there is no days off for them. Like not at all. Even at the weekend mas Fahmi should keep up with students and visiting the poultry farm then early in the next morning, he should do the “planning draft” and punctually should come to the Uni. Buzzzzzy.

Meanwhile, I was born and grow in a very different family. My parents are an entrepreneur; I rarely see them rush in the morning. They do busy with all the receipts and so many calls and meetings etc, but I never see them being so busy (as I was at school from 7 am to 4 pm) LOL. We could just go whenever we wanna go. We could easily go on a holiday at the low season (so we could get lower price of airlines LOL). So yeah, I was shocked but also challenged with my life now.

There was night when mas Fahmi hugged me tight and said, “sorry sayang, I chose this path” because I was asked has he have a day off so we could go out of town. The other night, he whispered at me “thank you for your sacrifice, sayang. I know you can do more than this, but you decide to stay. Are you regret marrying me?”. He feels bad cause he brings me to Jogja and left me at home while he thinks I have a choice to go to a better place.

Well, I am grateful of who I am now, dear, no regret even a bit, because I have a great husband who tries his best to be responsible at me and our family. I am proud of him, as much as I respect everyone who could come morning at the office and done their jobs on desk. Respect!

– cause I don’t think I could fit with the job requires my morning presence at the office. So this kind of job fits me best. LOL.