How I Met My First Love in Jakarta?

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 Hi thereeeee assalamualaikuuummm :)

 

It has been almost 10 years since I last updated my blog.

I’ve been through many life-changing experiences that deeply affected me. That’s the main reason I haven’t opened my blog in such a looong time. Uhuhuh…

 

But now, something has inspired me to write again—this experience is so precious and close to my soul that I feel compelled to share it here.

 

Long story short, at the end of 2022, I continued my master’s studies in Jakarta, Indonesia.

 

Managing everything related to the dormitory and campus wasn’t as easy as I had imagined, but thank God, things worked out for me.

 

At the beginning of the month, I often spend time in cafés, enjoying their calm and aesthetic atmosphere. I'm not a coffee lover, but the coffee culture in Jakarta has won me over.

 

In November—right in the middle of the rainy season—something unforgettable happened.

 

One day, as heavy rain poured down, I rushed back to my dormitory, worried that my clothes might get soaked.

 

Suddenly, I noticed a kitten curled up on the dormitory stairs, its tiny body coiled like a snake. The rain was relentless, and the rising water level threatened to drown it if it stayed there.

Without hesitation, I picked him up and brought him to my room.

 

“Ouch,” I muttered. His body was burning hot. No wonder he hadn’t moved at all on the stairs.

Honestly, I had no idea how to help him at first—I was panicking. But I acted on instinct. I placed him in a box, wrapped him in thick cloth, and gently wiped his body with wet wipes. The wipe dried within two minutes—can you imagine how hot his body was? Then, I repeated the process, wiping his body again and again—nearly 30 times throughout the night—hoping he would recover by morning.

But the next day, he was still the same—motionless. I gave him water, but he didn’t respond at all. My heart sank. I was so afraid he wouldn’t make it.

 

The following morning, I woke up to find that he was no longer in the box.

I panicked.

Did someone take him?

Did a bigger cat attack him?

All sorts of thoughts raced through my mind…

 

When I went to the bathroom, I saw him standing at the door, his round, bright eyes looking fresh and full of life. He was smiling at me.

That smile instantly shattered all the negative thoughts in my head.

 

It turns out he is SUCH a cute and beautiful kitten—ma syaa Allah.

I smiled back and said, "Hey, handsome boy. What's up?" Haha.

 

I started playing with him, and to my surprise, he was incredibly active! I was so grateful—he was healthy and so much better than the day before.

 

At that moment, I felt something deep inside me. I don’t know how to describe it.

The journey of postgraduate studies is not easy. I had many sleepless nights, stressful days, no one to talk to, and I was far away from my family. I went through many hardships in this new country. I felt alone.

Back to the kitten—despite having just experienced a life-threatening incident a few days ago, I almost gave up on him. But he turned out to be a little fighter.

The smile I saw just now… it truly brightened my day.

Deep in my heart, I knew this little creature was special. Right then and there, I decided—I was going to keep him. In my heart, I said, 'Now, he is mine.'

He had completely won me over with his eyes and that tiny smile.

I guess I’m a cat mom now—unofficially.

 

I started giving him all the essentials—a covered litter box, food, water, and a cozy mattress—making sure he was comfortable in my room.

 

But I had to be careful. The dorm cleaner had a habit of taking stray cats and dumping them at the market because they often made the dorm dirty.

 

Thankfully, he was an easy kitten to train. He even learned simple tricks, like opening doors by himself! And if I was late feeding him? He had already figured out how to open his own food container! 

 

How can you say "no" or even argue with this adorable little face? 😊

 

To be continued....

 

Bidadari Yang Dirahmati

Assalam alaikum semuaa..moga anda dalam keadaan baik2 saja hendaknya.

Sejujurnya, aku tak tahu nak start macammana. Tapi aku tulis jugak lah apa yang terlintas dalam kepala aku sekarang ni.

Seringkas yang mungkin. Insya Allah.

** Aku ada 6 orang kakak. 

                                                 Aisyah

                                                 Munirah

                                                 Norainy

                                                 Fatimah

                                                 Khadijah

                                           Maryam Hanani.

They are the best sisters i ever had. Moga Allah rahmati mereka semua. Amin.

Sekarang ni aku nak cerita tentang kakak aku no 6-Maryam Hanani. 

To my beloved sister, i dedicated this post specially for you. Aku tak kesah orang lain tak nak baca, tapi aku harap hang baca la post ni. Kalau tak baca, aku merajuk haha.

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1- Zaman Sekolah Rendah.

Jarak umur aku dan dia hanya satu tahun je. So we have spent most of our childhood together dari zaman sekolah rendah lagi.

She is so kind, caring, loving (but sometimes annoying) and the list goes on.

I still remember one night in 2005 (darjah 5). Aku pegi tusyen kat kuaters guru sebelah sekolah rendah aku. Selalunya pukul 10 malam, umi or papa akan datang ambik aku balik rumah. Tapi....

Malam tu, aku tunggu sampai hampir pukul 11 malam, still takde sapa datang. Sampai aku putus asa dan decide nak balik sendiri jalan kaki. Baru dua tiga langkah. Aku nampak kakak aku ni.. datang naik basikal termengah-mengah. Semata-mata nak ambik aku. Dan hantar aku pulang ke rumah.

Bila balik rumah, aku tengok semua orang tengah tidur. Penat mungkin. Kalau dia tak datang malam tu, entah apa jadi dengan aku. Saat semua orang tengah tidur nyenyak kat rumah, dia masih teringatkan aku tak balik tusyen tengah malam. Terharu gila. Sampai tua aku ingat.

2- Zaman Sekolah Menengah.

Okay. Ini kemuncak zaman aku mencari identiti diri. Atau dikenali sebagai zaman zaman jahiliah aku. 

Time ni jugak Allah uji aku macam2..yang aku fikir..ujian itu terlalu perit bagi budak kecil seperti aku (ketika itu). Malas nak ulas panjang pasal ni atau aku akan menangis tak behenti.

Sebenarnya, aku masuk sekolah tu bukan sebab papa aku YDP PIGB ketika itu. Tapi sebab lain. Sebab yang kuat dan dekat dengan hati aku.

Bila "sebab" yang menjadi motivasi terkuat aku sudah tiada, maka aku mula hilang fokus. Malas belajar. Ada rasa nak tukar sekolah. Maka, result aku down teruk.

Kesian papa aku. Semua guru complain pasal aku. I'm sorry papa.

Kakak aku selalu naik pentas, dapat anugerah cemerlang. To be honest, aku jeles la jugak. Papa selalu kata, "Asiah kena jadi macam Nani, jadi orang berjaya". 

Papa selalu jadikan kakak aku sebagai inspirasi aku supaya berjaya dalam SPM. But it did'nt work for me. Huhu. Kakak aku tak salah dalam hal ni. 

She did being good example for me. Aku cuma mampu melihat je lah.. dia naik pentas hampir tiap-tiap tahun dapat anugerah cemerlang.

One of the reason is, i'm not interested to study science. Plus aku sangat elegik Math. 

Itu bukan minat aku. 

3- Zaman Kolej Matrikulasi.

Aku penah join Pertandingan Syarahan disana. Time tu aku tengah sakit teruk. Sakit tonsil. Memang mati-mati aku pikir...mungkin dapat sijil penyertaan je lah.

Sekali nama aku dipanggil sebagai Juara Pertandingan Syarahan peringkat Matrikulasi Selangor. I was like, "Am i dreaming?'. My inner self said, "No, you are not".

Time tu muka aku terpampang kat skrin besar. Semua orang tengok aku. Dengan cahaya gemerlapan sini sana. Aura popular sangat terasa. 

Rasa cam segan pun ada. Sebab ini pengalaman pertama. 

Dan kakak aku antara manusia yang support  time aku sakit tu, she did appreciate the talent i have. Thank you so much, sister.

4- Zaman Universiti.

Buat pertama kalinya, aku dapat belajar bidang yg aku minat. Penah dapat Anugerah Dekan. Alhamdulillah.

Hari pertama datang ke USIM. Kakak aku hantar. Cuba teka dia bawak kete ape? Hmm..cuba lagi. Dia hantar aku pergi USIM naik Hilux. Yes. HILUX. Haha.

Okay, aku cuma nak higlight 4 point pada zaman uni aku iaitu...

i- Kakak aku adalah manusia pertama yang take action selepas mengetahui "Hikayat Ultraman" aku bersama Ahmad. (Boleh rujuk post aku sebelum ni)

Dia banyak bantu aku untuk move on. Wallahi, i owe her a lot.

ii- Banyak bantu aku masa buat praktikal kat Sabah. Bawak aku jalan-jalan. Makan sedap-sedap. Perkenalkan aku dengan Geng ABIM Sabah dan housemate asrama yang super duper AWESOME. (moga Allah rahmati mereka semuanya).

iii- Bantu aku practice bawak kereta malam-malam sehari sebelum aku test jpj. 

iv- Dia antara manusia yang paling banyak Sabar dengan perangai aku yang entah ape-ape ni. Hanya Tuhan saja yang membalasnya.

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Sebenarnya ada banyak lagi nak tulis. Tapi tak apa lah. Hang bukan suka baca panjang-panjang pun kan? Haha

Btw, she just got married last Syawal. 

To Abang Wan Sabahan, please take care of her. If anything happen, i know where to find you.

To my beloved sister, Nani. People always asking me, " Nani dah ......., asiah bila lagi?". 

They FORGET that WE have different story lines. Different timelines. And I'm waiting for my times. It's okay. I don't care bout what people say. I'm totally FINE.

Aku bahagia dengan diri aku sekarang. Dengan segala nikmat yang Allah bagi. Alhamdulillah.

Cuma minta hang doakan yang baik-baik saja.

Semoga Asiah bt Abdul Razak berjaya gapai impian-impiannya. Bantu dia bangun saat dia hampir rebah dan mengalah.

Moga Allah redha dengan kita semua. Dunia dan akhirat. Allahumma AMIN.

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