❌ duh gimana ya biar masyarakat sejahtera, angkutan umum bagus, pelayanan publik mudah?
✅ ganti nama provinsi kali ya biar pada ngurus perubahan KTP, perubahan sertifikat, perubahan berkas-berkas, pemasukan daerah tuh
Dari 4 hakim anggota, 2 hakim vonis Ibam 4 tahun, tapi 2 hakim lainnya justru minta suami saya dibebaskan.
Sampai dua hakim menyatakan keyakinan berbeda lewat dissenting opinion terhadap tiga hakim lainnya jarang sekali kejadian.
Bagi keluarga kami, ini tanda nyata kalau sebenarnya ada keraguan yang sangat mendalam dari majelis hakim sendiri soal perkara Ibam.
Rasanya sedih banget, kenapa putusan yang menentukan masa depan keluarga kami penuh keraguan seperti ini?
Bahkan di ruang peradilan, hakim ketuanya pun terlihat ragu-ragu untuk memutus berdasarkan pertimbangan vonis 4 tahun seperti 2 hakim anggota yang lain.
Padahal Bapak Presiden @prabowo selalu ingatkan kalau putusan penegakan hukum itu nggak boleh ada keragu-raguan sedikit pun.
Sedangkan, dua hakim anggota yang berkeyakinan Ibam secara terang benderang seharusnya dibebaskan dari seluruh dakwaan dalam putusan kemarin, dari matanya tampak kalau tidak ada keragu-raguan untuk menyatakan dengan penuh keyakinan bahwa Ibam seharusnya bebas.
Aku terharu banget, ternyata masih ada hakim yang sangat amanah dan objektif melihat kasus Ibam, terlebih ketika puluhan isi keyakinan kedua hakim yang mulia tersebut dibacakan di sidang.
Semuanya tentang Ibam yang aku kenal, semuanya berisi tentang keadilan yang muncul dari fakta persidangan yang dipahami secara utuh.
Tapi kenapa, putusan akhirnya penuh kejanggalan dan kezaliman? Ini sangat jauh dari keadilan yang didasarkan fakta persidangan.
Keyakinan kedua hakim tersebut bantu memperkuat keyakinan keluarga kami juga, kalau Ibam seharusnya bebas. Bikin kami makin yakin juga untuk terus berjuang demi keadilan.
Mohon terus bantu kawal ya, teman-teman.
Tolong bantu suarakan juga ke Komisi III DPR dan Pak Presiden Prabowo, supaya keraguan yang sangat kentara terlihat ini bisa berganti jadi kepastian hukum.
Jangan sampai ada lagi orang yang niatnya bantu negara dengan keahliannya malah dikriminalisasi.
Terima kasih banyak atas dukungannya selama ini. 🙏
This is huge.
China and Indonesia today fully linked their national QR payment networks.
This isn’t just about convenience. Both central banks call it a deliberate move to bypass the dollar. Transactions settle directly in rupiah and yuan under their local currency settlement framework. No USD in the chain.
A Chinese tourist can now scan an Indonesian QRIS code with Alipay or UnionPay and pay like a local at over 39 million merchants. Indonesians can do the same in China with their 33 local e-wallets.
Why it matters:
China-Indonesia trade hit ~$140 billion last year. Switching to local currencies saves businesses 2-3% on forex and hedging costs. Across ASEAN, nearly 45% of China trade is already settling in RMB — and it’s growing fast.
This QR link takes it from big commodity deals down to everyday retail: coffee, hotels, shopping.
Who’s already on board (ASEAN focus):
• Cambodia: Full two-way
• Indonesia: Just went live
• Thailand: PromptPay connected (Chinese tourists scanning)
• Vietnam: NAPAS linked, full two-way soon
• Malaysia & Singapore: Inbound for Chinese visitors
• Laos: Digital RMB pilots active
Beyond ASEAN: Kazakhstan, Sri Lanka, Turkey, UAE, Argentina (full national QR coverage), and Brazil are in various stages. China’s CIPS now reaches 122 countries/regions.
The bigger picture:
One-way links are becoming two-way, then full integration. Central banks are testing mBridge for CBDC-based settlement. A parallel financial infrastructure where the dollar is no longer the only option.
39 countries have local currency settlement deals. QR systems are spreading fast. This is de-dollarization happening in the background, one scan at a time.
Setahun sekali, sempatkanlah ke Sabang
Ini cerita tentang perjalanan kuliner kami
Bukan Sabang di Aceh. Jalan Sabang. Jakarta Pusat. Dua ratus meter dari Sarinah, belok kiri. Kawasan ini sudah berpuluh tahun jadi pusat kuliner Jakarta
Natrabu, restoran mewah Padang yang sudah melewati lebih dari enam dekade tanpa berubah arah. Sate Pak Heri, tiga generasi, masih di tempat yang sama. Soto Pak Gendut, Pempek Cawan Putih, Bakmi Roxy, semuanya ada.
Palugada. Apa lu mau gw ada.
Campuran street food kaki lima dan restoran tua yang berdampingan tanpa hirarki yang jelas, dari pagi sampai tengah malam, takpernah benar-benar sepi
Tapi dari semua yang ada di sini, ada satu tempat yang selalu kami kembali
Claypot Popo, namanya. Dari luar, papan besar warna zamrud tua dengan tulisan emas dan scaffolding besi penuh lampion merah berjejer sampai ke langit. Begitu penampakannya dulu (dan yang kuingat). Sekarang catnya mengelupas, lampionnya sudah hilang, kabel listrik menutupi fasadnya dari semua arah, dan papan namanya hampir tidak terbaca dari jalan. Dua lampu kecil di bawah satu-satunya tanda bahwa tempat ini masih buka. Persis seperti apartemen tua di Tsim Sha Tsui yang sudah mau menyerah tapi masih kokoh.
Lalu kami masuk
Kami pertama ke sana tahun 2019. Yang kuingat pertama kali masuk adalah dinding penuh poster jadul China yang ditempel tanpa pola jelas, yg penting penuh, skena total. Langit-langit dengan lampion merah, kipas angin plafon yang tidak terlalu kuat, dan bangku kayu kecil yang sudah hapal bentuk punggungmu.
Tempatnya relatif sempit, memanjang ke dalam seperti lorong. 3 lantai. Pintu depannya kaca buram, kusen coklat tua, dinding terrazzo kasar, jendela kisi besi, ubin keramik lama di teras kecilnya.
Kalau tidak tahu, kamu mungkin akan lewat begitu saja. Kami biasanya duduk berhadapan. Meja di antaranya tidak lebar
Malam kemarin kami ke sana lagi
Masih jalan kaki. Selalu jalan kaki. Ini hobi kami yang paling murah dan paling susah dijelaskan ke orang lain kenapa menyenangkan. Berjalan saja, lihat kanan kiri, masuk warung kalau pengin, keluar kalau sudah kenyang, lalu jalan lagi, makan lagi
Jakarta yang dari dalam mobil terasa seperti kota yang marah, dari kaki terasa ramah
Pesanan kami selalu sama tiap tahun. Aku claypot siram dengan telur mentah di tengahnya, daging sapi iris, jagung, wortel potong dadu, disiram kuah kenyal bening yang gurih dan panas. Diaduk seperti bubur supaya telurnya matang. Istriku misua tahu telur asin, kuahnya lebih tenang, lebih bersih, tidak neko-neko. Ditambah kailan tumis bawang putih, dan siomay goreng kecil-kecil yang takminta perhatian tapi malah habis duluan
Istriku minum teh tarik. Aku teh tawar.
Ini sudah menjadi ritual tahunan kami. Bukan karena Claypot Popo paling enak yang pernah kami makan. Tapi karena selalu masij ada, rasanya masih sama, dan kami selalu datang dalam kondisi sudah jalan jauh, sedikit lapar, sedikit pegal, dan sangat perlu duduk sejenak
Dek, kangen, cepat pulang
kalimat dari Umar bin Khattab ini buatku “ngena” banget dengan geopolitical situation sekarang:
“Apa yang melewatkanku tidak akan pernah menjadi takdirku, dan apa yang ditakdirkan untukku tidak akan pernah melewatkanku.”
#Indonesia: Deeply concerned by horrific acid attack on Andrie Yunus, the Deputy External Affairs Coordinator of the Commission for Missing Persons and Victims of Violence (@KontraS). Those responsible for this cowardly act of violence must be held to account. HRDs must be protected in their vital work & able to raise without fear issues of public concern. - @volker_turk
Otak anak perempuan pertama kalau ketemu laki-laki yang gak inisiatif
"yaelah masa harus tetep ngurus semuanya sendiri lagi? masa harus ngertiin semuanya sendiri lagi?" shibal.
I am a diplomatic aide in the Sultanate of Oman's Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
My job is logistics. When two countries that cannot speak to each other need to speak to each other, I book the rooms. I prepare the briefing materials. I make sure the water glasses are the right distance apart. You would be surprised how much of diplomacy is water glasses. Too close and it feels informal. Too far and it feels like a tribunal. I have a chart.
We had a very good month.
Since January, Oman has been mediating indirect talks between the United States and Iran on Iran's nuclear program. The talks were held in Muscat and in Geneva. The Americans would sit in one room. The Iranians would sit in another room. I would walk between them. My Fitbit says I averaged fourteen thousand steps on negotiation days. The hallway between the two rooms at the Royal Opera House conference center is forty-seven meters. I walked it two hundred and twelve times in February. This is good for my cardiovascular health. It was less good for my knees. Both are in the service of peace.
By mid-February, we had something.
Iran agreed to zero stockpiling of enriched uranium. Not reduced stockpiling. Zero. They agreed to down-blend existing stockpiles to the lowest possible level. They agreed to convert them into irreversible fuel. They agreed to full IAEA verification with potential US inspector access. They agreed, in the Foreign Minister's phrase, to "never, ever" possess nuclear material for a bomb. I have worked in diplomacy for seven years. I have never seen a country agree to this many things this quickly. I made a spreadsheet of the concessions. It had fourteen rows. I color-coded it. Green for confirmed. Yellow for pending. By February 21 the spreadsheet was entirely green. I printed it. It is on my desk in Muscat. It is still green.
That phrase took eleven days. "Never, ever." The Iranians initially offered "not seek to." The Americans wanted "will not under any circumstances." We landed on "never, ever" at 2:14 AM on a Tuesday in Muscat. I typed the final version myself. I used Times New Roman because Geneva prefers it. The document was fourteen pages. I was proud of every comma.
Here is what they said, in the order they said it.
February 24: "We have a once-in-a-generation opportunity." — The Foreign Minister, private briefing to Gulf Cooperation Council ambassadors. I prepared the slide deck. Slide 14 was the implementation timeline. Slide 15 was the signing ceremony logistics. I had reserved the Palais des Nations in Geneva, Room XX. It seats four hundred. We discussed pen brands for the signing. The Iranians preferred Montblanc. The Americans had no preference. I ordered twelve Montblanc Meisterstucks at six hundred and thirty dollars each. They arrive on Tuesday.
February 27, 8:30 AM EST: "The deal is within our reach." — The Foreign Minister, CBS Face the Nation. He sat across from Margaret Brennan. He said broad political terms could be agreed "tomorrow" with ninety days for technical implementation in Vienna. He said, and I wrote this line for the briefing card he carried in his breast pocket: "If we just allow diplomacy the space it needs." He praised the American envoys by name. Steve Witkoff. Jared Kushner. He said both had been constructive.
I watched from the Four Seasons Georgetown. The minibar had cashews. I ate the cashews. They were nineteen dollars. The most expensive cashew I have ever eaten. But it was a good morning and we were within our reach.
February 27, 2:00 PM EST: Meeting with Vice President Vance, Washington. The Foreign Minister presented our progress. Zero stockpiling. Full verification. Irreversible conversion. "Never, ever." The Vice President used the word "encouraging." His aide took notes on an iPad. The aide did not make eye contact for the last nine minutes of the meeting. I noticed this. Noticing things is the only part of my job that is not water glasses.
February 27, 4:00 PM EST: "Not happy with the pace." — President Trump, to reporters.
Not happy with the pace.
We had achieved zero stockpiling. Full IAEA verification. Irreversible fuel conversion. Inspector access. And the phrase "never, ever," which took eleven days and cost me two hundred and twelve trips down a forty-seven-meter hallway.
Every American president since Carter has failed to get Iran to agree to this. Forty-five years.
Not happy with the pace.
February 27, 9:47 PM EST: The Foreign Minister's flight departs Dulles for Muscat. I am in the seat behind him. He is reviewing Slide 14 on his laptop. The implementation timeline. Vienna technical sessions. The signing ceremony. The pens.
I fall asleep over the Atlantic. I dream about water glasses.
February 28, 6:00 AM GST: I wake up to push notifications.
February 28: "The United States has begun major combat operations in Iran." — President Trump.
Operation Epic Fury. Coordinated airstrikes. The United States and Israel. Tehran. Isfahan. Qom. Karaj. Kermanshah. Nuclear facilities. IRGC bases. Sites near the Supreme Leader's office. Israel called their half Operation Roaring Lion. Someone in both governments spent time choosing these names. Epic Fury. Roaring Lion. I spent eleven days on "never, ever." They spent it on branding. The President said Iran had "rejected American calls to halt its nuclear weapons production."
Rejected.
Iran had agreed to zero stockpiling. Iran had agreed to full verification. Iran had agreed to "never, ever." Iran had agreed to everything in a fourteen-page document that I typed in Times New Roman.
The President said they rejected it.
I do not know which document the President was reading. I know which one I typed.
February 28, 18:45 UTC: Iran internet connectivity: four percent. — NetBlocks, confirmed by Cloudflare. Ninety-six percent of a country went dark. You cannot negotiate with a country at four percent connectivity. You cannot negotiate with a country that is being struck. You cannot negotiate. This is not a political opinion. This is a logistics assessment.
February 28: The governor of Minab reported forty girls killed at an elementary school.
I do not have logistics for that. There is no slide for that. The water glass chart does not cover that.
February 28: Lockheed Martin: up. Northrop Grumman: up. RTX: up. Dow futures: down six hundred and twenty-two points. Gold: five thousand two hundred and ninety-six dollars. An analyst at AInvest published a note titled "Iran Strikes: Tactical Plays." The note recommended positions in oil, defense stocks, and gold.
The most expensive cashew I have ever eaten was nineteen dollars. The most expensive pen I have ever ordered was six hundred and thirty dollars. The math suggests I have been working in the wrong industry. Defense stocks do not require water glasses. Defense stocks do not require eleven days. Defense stocks require one morning.
February 28: Israel closed its airspace and its schools. Iran launched retaliatory missiles toward US bases in the Gulf. The Supreme Leader promised a "crushing response." Israel's defense minister declared a permanent state of emergency. Everyone is using words I recognize in an order I do not. I recognize "permanent." I recognize "emergency." I do not recognize them next to each other. In diplomacy, nothing is permanent and everything is an emergency. In war it is the reverse.
February 28: The Foreign Minister has not made a public statement.
The briefing card is still in his breast pocket. It still says "within our reach."
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