During my pregnancy, I have new hobby, eating oranges. At first, the trigger was because I got queasy too often. Actually it happens if I work too hard so then the body get too tired and weak. To cure this feeling, I need to consume oranges. Since it happens too often, so having the oranges in my stock is a must, otherwise I get stress.

In a day, I can consume up to 5 oranges – actually I can eat more if I let myself to do so. These 5 oranges could be 0.5 kg or even 1 kg, depends on each weight. I tried to manage myself to just consume 0.5 kg a day – considering the money that we need to spend, hehe…

Because of the global warming thus the weather is unpredictable, so the price of the oranges is so fluctuating. It can be from Rp. 8,000 up to Rp. 17,000.

The husband has his favorite seller. If he needs to buy the oranges, he will come to this seller. Usually the seller will recommend which oranges that is good or sweet. If the husband sees that other oranges are more interesting and he wants to buy that, the seller will have all the way to prevent him to buy those. At last, what he recommends will be the thing that is brought by the husband, whatever the price is.

Since several days ago, there’s a new oranges seller near by our place and it’s much closer that the old seller. They also have small oranges which is so sweet and it’s cheap, only Rp. 3,000 a kg. It’s called jeruk madu (‘honey oranges’). But one day, maybe because of the sweetness of the oranges, when the husband ate this orange, he found maggot inside. Wewww…

A few weeks ago, I felt that my body was too tired. Guess that the massage will be great, so I told the husband about this. In this case, the husband will always ask the girls in his team for a recommendation. One of their clients is salon owner which also provides massage package service. The owner ever promoted this service to the husband’s team. I also heard that this is the best salon in town. The husband and I decided to try this. Then one of the girls helped to arrange the appointment for me, without being asked. –ahhh.. this is the luxury of being a boss’ wife-

Since no one has ever tried this salon’s services, so actually the girls has reminded me that no one can give me testimony. The husband said it’s ok, because I need to try the salon in this town. I agreed since I want to have the experience before I move out from this town. So I was the first one who will give the testimony.

On the said schedule, the husband dropped me off there. It was 3.30am. In the package, I got traditional massage, lulur and mask. When it was about to start, the massager asked me whether I want to use oil for the massage or just a dry massage. Since usually each salon has their own way/method, so I asked what their custom is. The massager got confuses and then asked the owner. So then, I start to question their professionalism. Then the massager started the treatment. It was around 30 minutes only. Aannndddd… it was not good. It even worst! I didn’t feel any effect of her treatment.

The worst thing was that the room was not that private. Everyone likes to come back and forth to my room, including the daughter of the owner who I think is around 8 y.o. And even she stood by me and stared at my body. Uuuuhhhhhh…. I hate being watched when I’m naked. That’s not all yet. The room was just covered with a 2 meters curtain, so there is a hole in the upper side above the curtain hanger. The room was placed next to a stairs which I think the access to the owner house. When I got the treatment, so many people went up or down and used that changed to stare at my body. Oo…pleaseeee..!!!! I guess they never see people who have light skin like mine before.. O my God! My mood felt down just as fast as a roller coaster!

After that ‘too-short’ massage, the massager poured the lulur cream to my body. Again, there was a bit misunderstanding of which cream will be used. I was hoping that by doing this treatment in such place like this, I will have many options of what cream I want to use. In fact, I didn’t! The owner said that she just have ‘bengkoang’ and ‘milk’ cream. I tried to ensure my self by asking, ‘Don’t you have chocolate or other?’ She said that she had but it should be no longer good. She even opened the cream box in front of me so I can see that the cream no longer looked like a cream. But after trying harder to find the others, she said that she has ‘green tea’ cream. I agreed to use that.

When the massager was about to pour the cream, she asked me, ‘Is it the cream that you want to use? There are two boxes here.’
What?! Can’t they coordinate each other? Why she should ask the customer who should just enjoy the treatment without being dizzy to think about all of that?!
I really got mad but try to calm down. Since no text in the cream box, so I tried to recognize the cream by smell it. But I didn’t smell any green tea scent, so I thought that it was bengkoang. The massager tried to ensure that it was the box that was given by the owner. But I can’t believe that this was a green tea. Then the massager went out and asked the owner. Ooohhhh…

After ‘luluran’, it was ‘masker’ time. It was done by someone else. But apparently, she never did this before, so she kept asking the owner the way to do this. I was treated by a trainee.. Haaahhhh….

When the mask has been dry, the trainee told me to have a shower. I was told to use one bathroom. No shower.. and the worst is that no hot water. You know, if you used to have massage in Jakarta and you need to take a bath, no one will give you cold water. You should have warm water since it will be relaxing. O my God!

After this such treatment, I should be relax and happy. But it didn’t happen. My mood was chaos at that time. Ggggrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhh….
This is the best salon in town, the price is similar –even more expensive- to Jakarta, but the services shows that it’s so far from the modernity.

By moving to this town, actually I became like a bird in a golden cage. The husband is very overprotective of me.

He never let me go alone everywhere, even to the traditional market.
If we buy lunch or dinner, he will decide which place I can go along with him or I should stay in the car.
So many shops at the commercial area –which is called ‘kota’- but he will not let me go to these places especially if I only want to sightseeing.
It is so rare that we can dine in at a restaurant in this town since the husband doesn’t want me to be the star of the show –you get what I mean, right?-
And another don’t, don’t, and don’t.

At first, I can understand that he did this because –as I ever said- everyone will easily pay an attention to us since we look like stranger, maybe we are too blink-blink.. =)

But as time goes by, I think we need to be used to with this and so everyone need to be used to with us.
But the husband didn’t accept this idea. It often became the reason to our debate, till someday the husband explained the real reason.
You know what?! The reason is because in this town, the mystical activities are still strong. People will be easily got voodoo-ed by others especially if it relates to business competition. But not only in business, also in love. This was the first advice he got from the local people when the husband had just arrived in this town. This was also the reason of why the husband wanted to use a fake wedding ring before we got married. His work compels him to do so many surveys to the client’s properties hence he will meet many people who might be a good or bad people.

Back to my case, so he is afraid if there’s someone who wants me and then use the unintended ways for this. It can be thru the food that they serve or whatever.
Hmmm… so rather than risking my life, finally, I choose to obey the husband rules.

One day, several weeks ago, the husband had to go to Siantar to give training which took place at one of the hotel in that city. Since the training was up to the evening, so we need to stay overnight there, on Thursday night to Friday. On Friday, we went back to Aek Kanopan. We were home at around 7pm, and then as usual the husband got inside thru the garage door so he can open the main door for me. Since I’m pregnant, he didn’t allow me to walk thru the garage door since the kitties lived there. When he was inside, he was a little bit confused because the back door to the backyard was opened. No sign of force entry. When he passed by our bedroom to the main door, he started to be curious. The door was also opened. He looked inside and see that there was a mess and the tv was not in its place. Then he called me and said, ‘Yaaaannggg… kita kemalingan!’

O my God, I didn’t know what to say, so then I asked what was taken by the theft? Then he said, ‘the tv’ –as if he was sure that that’s the only stuff they took. Then I came inside and started to look at everything. Looked around and found that the printer was also not at its place. Then we realized that it should be more than that. We were so confused of how they can come inside, no force entry everywhere.

I tried to check all accesses in more detail. Finally, I found the entrance; they came in thru the window in the bedroom and they also took apart the lattice of the window. Then we started to look over everything and tried to find out what else was missing. Apparently, there were so many especially small electronic stuffs.

Dooouuuuuhhhhhhh….

The thing that was so annoying was they were not just taking the stuff but they also mess up the stuff like in the wardrobe, etc.
So the rest of the night, we cleaned up the mess and the husband should also tidy up all of the accesses to the house.

We finally take a rest in the midnight.
So tired!!

Several days ago, on cloudy Sunday afternoon, I was left alone in our house since the husband was going to buy some lunch. In the quiet time, I heard a noise from somewhere in front of our bedroom in our yard. It was like someone walk or something crawls on the grass. Because I can see nothing from the bedroom so I went to the living room and from the wide window there, I can see clearly outside.

Ooohhh.. I was so surprised. At the terrace in front of our main door, there was a monitor lizard that for me it should be categorized as a giant lizard. It was so big! Panic, I got our SLR camera so later I can show to the husband. But because of the shutter click sound from the camera, the lizard run away from the house so that I can get a good picture.

At night, the husband was again going out. I was ironing in our bedroom. When the husband arrived at home, he got into the house through the garage door. By this access, he will come in to the ‘real kitchen’ area and then he will pass the bathroom. And it happened again. He suddenly screamed calling me. When I came, he showed me something black and thin crawling heading back to the outside through the drainage hole, so I just saw the half part of it. It was a mid-size snake. O my God, it was so scary. Fortunately up to now, it never shows up again in our house.

Actually, before this bigger-size animal showed up in our house, we already have many other ‘smaller-size’ wild animals in our house. From caterpillar that I can’t even count on how many of them that has come to our house, maybe more than five hundred, centipede that is absolutely bigger and scarier than the caterpillar, spider – from small to big, poisonous frog, mosquito – that is much bigger than what I usually find in Jakarta or other place, the husband said that it’s palm plant’s mosquito, etc.

This house is a real animal playground..
T_T

Hmmm.. it’s quite too long for me to leave this blog. ***as always***

I want to announce that I’m pregnant now v(^_*)v
Yeaaahhhhhh…..
It’s 3 months now, so I almost pass my 1st trimester. After passing this period, I will say that it was really hard for me.
Uuuhhh… everything changed. My body, my energy, my mood.. oooohhhh… ooohhhhhhh… dooooooooohhhhhhhhh…
I became weaker, I feel so weak and lazy to do household job; clean up the house, do the laundry, cook *this one used to be my hobby, you know*, etc. At first, I thought that it’s just me who is lazy. So I pushed myself too much to do these works, but as the result, I got queasy. If this happened, I can not say no to vomit, otherwise I’ll feel sick the whole day.
I also can not cook because the foodstuff made me want to vomit as well. So practically, I felt that I’m useless. The domino effect, it affected my mood, moreover if I heard other people say that during her pregnancy, she can do whatever she can and even she felt stronger than before the pregnancy. Oohh.. I can’t accept that I’m useless while other woman isn’t.

Everything seems wrong to me.

I can’t cook. But the husband also didn’t want to have catering service. He said that the food is just similar to the food for chicken. No taste, blab la bla.. Haiyaaahhh… Last option, we always buy the food from restaurant. But the other problem is no restaurant that can fit our taste preference. I can’t even count on how many times I got stomachache or diarrhea after eating those foods. It’s so spicy or sometimes they use too many pepper. My stomach is a big enemy of these. Or if it’s not too spicy so I can bear this, the taste will not be as delicious as what we expect. For the local people, it maybe fit their taste but it’s totally different from the taste in modern restaurant in the big city such as Jakarta or Medan and even from the ‘warung kaki lima’ in Jakarta.

This thing has made me crazy. I often imagine and dream so many delicious food; spaghetti, pizza, burger, fried chicken, ayam pop, dendeng, baluik lado ijau from my mom, pempek palembang, mie rebus, mie tahu in Bukittinggi, kwetiauw monalisa in Bukittinggi, es teller 77 and it’s otak-otak, bakwan malang, and even pecel lele in front of my office in Jakarta, or ‘makanan rumahan’ Nadya in Setiabudi Jakarta, etc etc etc. O my god, even up to now they are still flying in my mind. I drool!

It affected my weight. I should increase my weight since I have two people to be fed now. But the food just makes me loose my appetite. In fact, I lost my weight. Uh.. uh.. uh..

What I really miss now is to live in normal place where I can easily get delicious food.
God, please send the husband back to the modernity.