tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92752942024-03-07T18:36:23.314+07:00beingwullie wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.comBlogger563125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-7692067374483377292023-12-25T10:34:00.003+07:002023-12-25T10:47:11.264+07:00As she was buried, my hope had arisenAs Bi asih was burried into her grave, I saw Oom Mumu's eyes with dried tears
and lips pushed down his jawto undescribeable sadness. He witnessed his sons
and in laws burried her deeper: his one and only wife as his love will be forever
flying around him. I saw him from a far, prayed for her and for myself too. Ya Allah, berikan aku seorang suami yang bisa wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-60845574527256367892020-03-04T11:29:00.002+07:002020-03-18T09:24:28.801+07:00BEING FORTY: Maret untuk BapakBapak,
how are you up there? it has been a while.
Pak,
begitu banyak kejadian yang menimpa bumi sepeninggalnya bapak.
Mulai Monas digundulin, tahun baru yang dihiasi banjir, sampai harga masker per boxnya bisa mencapai jutaan gegara pandemik virus Cofid-19 di Wuhan.
Setelah beberapa bulan, akhirnya virus itu sampai juga ke Indonesia.
Yang diumumin Jokowi sih, ada 2 penderita domisilinya di wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-23448899975094783462019-11-25T16:35:00.000+07:002019-12-04T13:10:53.282+07:00BEING FORTY: Mimpi di hari ke-116hari ke dua,
hari ke tiga,
hari ke sekian puluh,
bertanya-tanya kenapa bapak ngga juga datang ke dalam mimpi
entah kenapa juga seperti harus didatangi, ya?
kadang terbersit rasa ingin tahu gimana di sana,
sering juga bertanya apa ada pesan-pesan yang belum tersampaikan
(ini tipikal orang indonesia ya, dan aku emang orang indonesia ternyata)
ha ha ha
dan hari itu; luna sudah beberapa hari demamwulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-35474979796530077392019-10-11T09:28:00.002+07:002019-11-01T09:00:31.729+07:00BEING FORTY: gegar part Foto yang menjadi latar belakang blog (pada saat ini), diambil di suatu malam di hari-hari pertama saya bergabung bersama Romp. Tak lain daripada sebuah advertising agency, industri dimana saya selama puluhan tahun ini berkutat untuk menghidupi keluarga (semoga berkah), membangun pertemanan (semoga pertemanan baik) dan berkarya (semoga, dan ini yang paling saya takutkan, dapat berguna).
Sebuah wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-6871127065170704112019-10-06T21:59:00.002+07:002019-10-11T08:42:25.683+07:00BEING FORTY: dad as I wrote here,
https://wulliewullie.blogspot.com/2019/05/life-begins-at-forty.html
and I wrote before,
https://wulliewullie.blogspot.com/2019/03/ma-n-pa.html
Still I cannot believe that he's already gone.
I can still hear his voice.
I can still feel his presence.
Specially at night, after Isya, he often stay for coffee and tv.
I can still hear the phone rings when I come back late from the wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-25650407916276054082019-05-29T17:29:00.001+07:002019-10-11T08:42:07.392+07:00BEING FORTY: A day with Mom Walau rumah sebelahan; jarang-jarang aku menghabiskan waktu di rumah Mamah. Tapi hari itu, kita masak dan belanja bareng. Judulnya sih pengen masak ayam panggang, sekalian juga belajar dan mencuri resep ayam bakar andalan si Mamah.
Kangen juga rasanya. Dulu, tiap bulan Ramadhan, biasanya kita selalu duduk bareng untuk bikin kue. Kebiasaan ini terhenti baru-baru ini aja. Saat aku udah nemu vendorwulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-998505138281433772019-05-03T12:31:00.003+07:002019-07-09T09:53:07.227+07:00Life begins at forty
I have been thinking of a post about me hitting forty. I have been thinking it before birthday, during birthday, and now it has been 17 days after my fortieth birthday and I just have the mojo to write at this moment.
For my fortieth birthday, I was planning of a solo getaway, of going umrah, of spending some nights with my girls, all of them is to celebrate the so called 'newlywulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-7797283281900727002019-03-11T15:08:00.003+07:002019-05-03T11:24:56.694+07:00Eerie early
another April post,
not a nice one.
.
there was once you worried about my weight
and there was once i worried about my weight
and i still do
.
and look at me, dad
the love i have been searching now turns to handles on my hip
the sacs that has decided to be friend with gravity
the bags i have been craving and now are hanging right under my eyes
.
just at the time i have them all
the weight you wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-60883721945432942692018-10-25T13:21:00.001+07:002018-10-25T13:22:35.924+07:00Cinta itu, terkadang, adanya di peruthulo!
gilaaaaa, sudah lama sekali nggak blogging. Much of people (I mean my friends) start podcasting and I am not so confident to do it, might as well let's go back to blog aja deh yaaaa. Udah lama juga nggak sharing, baru ada 2 post tahun ini. Oh my! Maaf ya teman-teman (ih, kaya banyak yang baca aja sih yaaa) hahaha....
so,
mau sharing apa kali ini?
hmmm,
sebenernya udah lama sih pengen wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-31114377237842361752018-08-11T20:04:00.000+07:002018-08-11T20:04:36.957+07:00
This is: marriage after kids
Maybe it feels like there is less time now
For date nights
Romance
... or each other
When there is little one to feed, love and care for
Part of you might miss before
But there is strength in these changes
and vulnerability to find each other
And if you know where is to look
there romance is still there
It's in the quiet early morning hours
before the kids wakewulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-78505742505482675182018-01-01T07:35:00.000+07:002018-01-03T07:35:45.971+07:002017: what dad says about being a fatherBanyak anak, banyak rejeki kata orang-orang. Ya rejeki anak.
Kalau ada seorang bapak yang tidak menafkahi anaknya, maka celakalah ia. Karena sebagian dari harta yang ia makan atau simpan, adalah harta anaknya.
Bersyukur. Yang banyak.
Jadi orang jangan terlalu pilih-pilih. Makan yang ada. Kerjakan yang ada. Enggak usah baru mau kerja kalau begini dan begitu. Inshaa Allah, kalau dimulai kerjaan wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-14679579078400433962017-12-31T07:27:00.000+07:002018-01-03T07:29:49.052+07:002017: what dad says about husband & wifeyChapter 1:
Enggak ada suami istri itu saling tanya "Lantas, mau kamu gimana?" dan mensyaratkan satu dengan lain untuk menjadi orang yang dikehendaki pasangannya. Saya rasa tidak begitu cara berumah tangga. Karena nanti, kalau sewaktu-waktu orang itu kembali kepada karakter dirinya, ya bisa ribut lagi dengan alasan "Kan dulu sudah ada perjanjian mau begini. Atau begitu. Tapi enggak kejadian."
wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-55942888005550375092017-12-29T16:47:00.001+07:002017-12-29T16:47:50.553+07:002017: Tentang TuhanNooooo!
Get out, get out!
I want to get out!
Bunda, wake up! Do not sleep there, there's a snake!
Kata Luna, di suatu pagi buta, terbangun dari mimpinya.
There was a snake.
It is small. It is bleeding.
It is okay. Ada bunda dan bubu, jangan takut lagi. Seprainya sudah diangkat, sudah diganti enggak ada lagi ular dan darah. Lagian, itu mimpi bukan betul-betul kejadian.
Ada wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-50679313370818597582017-12-29T16:29:00.000+07:002017-12-29T16:48:06.195+07:002017 tentang fungsi dan hati
Selama sekian tahun, weekend seringkali disisipi dengan reminder-reminder untuk menjadi normal dengan mandi. Pagi atau sore, atau salah satu diantaranya. Karena sewajarnya mandi itu dua kali sehari.
"Sudah mandi belum?"
"Guys, mandi."
"Kok belum mandi?"
"Ya ampuuuuuuun pada belum mandiiiiii... mandi sana!"
Hingga, hari itu tiba. Hari yang wajar. Dimana setiap weekend tiba, tidak wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-29045998543251186822017-10-13T17:16:00.000+07:002017-10-13T17:19:47.794+07:00Let's cut the crap from the question of Which Mom Are You?
A few years back, social media was being fussy about working mom versus stay at home home. What a nonsense brag! Since I went through both and also had a chance of being a working-from-home mom, it is even more ridiculous for me. Only stupid have a time discussing it and to elaborate on their social media status. Whoever we are, what kind of mom we are, what matters most is how we can make wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-59902919616046671732017-08-11T15:44:00.001+07:002017-08-11T15:44:50.468+07:00Tentang kamu di suatu pagiSaat itu. Aku, aki dan dirimu; La Luna.
Naik motor di pagi hari, mengantarmu bersekolah untuk belajar dan berlari-lari.
Kamu di paling depan dan aku di paling belakang.
Kamu pegang erat batang spion motor dan menikmati pemandangan.
Melihat ke kiri, ke kanan, mengintip spion ke belakang.
Aku peluk kamu erat. Jemariku merapat erat.
Terasa degupmu yang wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-24123585136130618802017-05-14T00:23:00.000+07:002017-10-11T12:07:19.281+07:00Life. Just like what I wanted. Sounds so snobbish ya, saying life is just like what I wanted. But then I realized, semua itu karena emang aku enggak pengen apa-apa. Sekarang juga (ternyata) masih begitu. Dulu emang I treat my life like a blue print. Things to do piling up my list and my aims were to accomplish them. Alhamdulillah, semua tercapai. Tapi kemudian seperti ada titik tolak dalam hidup yang bikin berhenti inginwulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-86834579185230082332017-04-27T10:18:00.000+07:002017-04-27T10:21:10.237+07:00The link is back
I used to blog for Malicca. His unstoppable questions, wonders, opinions and everything. But then I stopped after Luna was born, because I felt unfair to have a blog under a name of emaklicca (only).
But then, after those two been growing up together in different phase of life, I feel the urge to blog once again. This time is about them two. Because having two satellites, it is not wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-25465981500362934722017-04-13T04:12:00.001+07:002018-10-17T16:39:08.382+07:00menuju 38allah yang baik,
terima kasih untuk satu tahun kemarin yang menyenangkan buatku.
aku belajar banyak, dan aku sehat sekali.
aku dikasih teman-teman tim dimana aku bisa belajar gimana jadi pemimpin yang baik.
aku belajar jadi ibu yang lebih baik lagi. enggak cuma bisa menuntut anak-anak untuk bermimpi, tapi juga bisa memfasilitasi supaya anak-anak bisa mengejar mimpi.
aku belajar jadi pendengar wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-15422829681305640242017-04-10T16:09:00.001+07:002017-04-11T02:53:58.598+07:00titanica system dulu, jaman-jaman baru kerja di advertising barang tiga tahunan, selalu muak sama insight yang satu ini: bahwa, orang tua akan memberikan yang terbaik bagi anak-anaknya.
yang ada di kepala pada saat itu tuh, ya: planner gak kreatif. klien yang cliche. basiiii, semua juga tauuuuuuu! nah, sekarang, setelah sekian belas tahun di advertising dan hampir satu dekade jadi ibu, mulai sadar sama arti wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-91709495750745060262016-12-28T03:16:00.000+07:002017-03-22T15:54:26.847+07:00Three hours late. 2 AM and I stepped in to the house. Hubby was waiting for me. This was not the first time, and not the latest hour I had ever experienced with over time.
"See you soon Bunda. Or at 8, or at 9, or at 10, or at 11 like you said you would be late." Said my son.
I smiled as I entered the house. I smelled home. I saw my beautiful mess. As I picked up some toys on the floor, I imagined what games thewulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-71907795488543727202016-10-30T22:46:00.002+07:002016-10-30T22:46:36.617+07:00love is love. marriage is another thing. of all the things I ever wondered, ... I think I never wonder whom my kids will be married to. or to picture myself holding grand babies. not just a not yet, I think it is simply too hard to bear and too absurd to think of. but then I promise myself. I promise I will not ever push titan and luna to get married or even if they are married; I will not ask them when to have kids.
many times I wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-63883341994651800982016-10-04T00:34:00.002+07:002016-10-04T00:34:47.040+07:00october.october is still in the beginning. it was wet and i could smell the fresh smell of the grass, even if it was not raining. october used to be my favorite month. it was autumn, it was dry and the cold breeze can easily breaks my nose membrane and i got nose bleed. the day i found you.
it has been years ago. now i feel october in new breeze. this time, october felt a bit rush.
earliest wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-18145669633215973862016-09-18T17:00:00.002+07:002016-09-18T17:16:23.031+07:00dream.
perhatian, posting ini isinya tentang pamer ya.
supershowoff. totally.
now, what is a dream?
mimpi, bisa jadi bunga tidur yang sering kejadian sama kita. tapi mimpi yang dimaksud saya di mimpi ini adalah sesuatu yang kita inginkan banget. yang sepanjang hari, sepanjang tahun, terus dikejar sampe kejadian. bukan cuma sekedar wishlist.
dulu, salah seorang pacar saya pernah bilang. mimpiwulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275294.post-77389464454145458242016-09-08T11:50:00.001+07:002016-10-30T22:47:01.030+07:00sorry.
dear titan,
one day when you were 9 years old, i found this letter at the office.
you put it in between my laptop.
i startled.
i felt ... sad.
if only you knew,
every mothers in the whole wide world will always forgive their children.
so that they won't have to ask forgiveness again and again.
so that they won't have to kneeled-down wulliewulliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358693554183656379noreply@blogger.com0