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life is a rollercoaster, just enjoy the ride...

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Wohohoho,,, iyesss

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@AkunAsbunAja @dabfully diskusi kita 2006 di meja depan alamanda

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@AkunAsbunAja @dabfully diskusi kita 2006 di meja depan alamanda

[Lambe Saham @LambeSahamjja]

Guys, ini gilaa sihh
Suster Natalia.
Perempuan yang tidak menikah.
Tidak punya harta pribadi.
Mengabdikan seluruh hidupnya untuk gereja dan umatnya di Labuhanbatu, Sumatera Utara.

Dan sekarang dia harus menanggung beban Rp28 miliar yang raib bukan uangnya sendiri
tapi uang 1.900 jiwa umat yang dia jaga amanahnya.

bahkan dia bilang
ke teman dia yang suster juga
dia akan masuk penjara.

dia cerita
Setiap kali ketemu umat yang sederhana itu,
saya selalu katakan:
mari, masa depan anak-anakmu melalui menabung.
Tapi sekarang masa depan mereka itu hancur di tangan saya.

Kronologi yang perlu semua orang pahami:
Credit Union Paroki Aek Nabara koperasi simpan pinjam di bawah naungan gereja sudah berjalan 45 tahun tanpa masalah.
Umat menabung perak demi perak.
Untuk sekolah anak.
Untuk biaya sakit.
Untuk masa depan.

Total yang terkumpul dan ditempatkan di deposito: Rp28 miliar lebih dari 1.900 anggota.

Di 2019 Andi Hakim Febriansyah
Kepala Kas BNI Unit Aek Nabara
mendatangi pengurus CU.
Menawarkan produk bernama BNI Deposito Investment
dengan bunga 8% per tahun.
Lebih tinggi dari deposito biasa.

Pengurus percaya.
Karena siapa yang tidak percaya kepada kepala kas bank negara yang datang dengan seragam resmi, ID card BNI, dan pick-up service resmi yang sudah berjalan sejak 2015?

Tujuh tahun berjalan.
Bunga masuk rutin setiap bulan.
Tidak ada masalah.

Sampai Desember 2025 dan semuanya mulai runtuh:

CU mengajukan pencairan Rp10 miliar untuk pinjaman ke anggota.
Bertahap minta Rp2 miliar dulu.

Januari 2026 tidak cair.
Februari 2026 tidak cair.

5 Februari Suster Natalia panggil Andi.
Andi bilang besok.
Besok tidak cair.
Andi minta semua bilyet deposito untuk pembaruan. Suster menyerahkan semuanya karena percaya.

Sore hari Andi sudah di jalan ke Medan katanya cuti.

Lalu 23 Februari bukan Andi yang datang.
Tapi kepala kas baru.
Dengan kalimat yang mengubah segalanya:
Per hari ini saudara Andi Hakim Febriansyah bukan pegawai BNI lagi.
Dan produk yang ditawarkan itu bukan produk BNI.

Suster Natalia pingsan lima menit.
Yang lebih ngeri dari hilangnya uang itu:
Bilyet deposito yang dipegang Andi dibakar. Sengaja. Supaya tidak ada barang bukti.

Tapi Andi salah hitung.
Satu bilyet tersimpan di tangan pastor lain yang kebetulan tidak ada di tempat saat pengambilan.
Satu bilyet itu yang menjadi bukti bahwa semua ini nyata.

Andi sudah menyiapkan skenario dari jauh hari. Tanggal 23 Februari itu hari yang sama dia ambil semua bilyet dia sudah mengajukan pengunduran diri. Dan dua hari kemudian dia terbang ke luar negeri bersama istrinya lewat Bali ke Australia, lalu ke New Zealand.

Sambil cuti dia masih angkat telepon Suster Natalia. Masih bilang "aman, Suster."
Masih janjikan pencairan.

Setelah red notice diterbitkan oleh Interpol dan Australian Federal Police Andi kembali ke Indonesia 30 Maret 2026 dan ditangkap di Kualanamu.

Di dalam pemeriksaan dia mengakui semua perbuatannya.
Uangnya?
Dipakai untuk sport center, kafe, mini zoo, tanah, dan berbagai aset yang kini sedang dilacak dalam proses TPPU.

Dan sekarang masuk ke bagian yang paling mengkhawatirkan:

BNI melakukan verifikasi internal sendiri.
Tanpa transparansi.
Tanpa melibatkan korban dalam proses.
Hasilnya: BNI bersedia mengganti Rp7 miliar.

Dari Rp28 miliar lebih.
Dan pada 26 Maret 2026 tanpa persetujuan CU-PAN BNI mentransfer Rp7 miliar itu ke rekening korban secara sepihak.
Seolah dengan mentransfer itu kasus selesai.

Kuasa hukum CU-PAN dari Gani Djemat & Partners menolak keras.
Karena:
Berdasarkan prinsip Vicarious Liability perusahaan bertanggung jawab atas tindakan pegawai yang dilakukan dalam kapasitas jabatannya.

Andi beroperasi dengan ID card BNI, jabatan BNI, fasilitas pick-up service BNI, dan atas nama BNI selama tujuh tahun.
Ini bukan tindakan pribadi yang kebetulan dilakukan oleh orang yang bekerja di BNI. Ini tindakan yang bisa terjadi karena dia adalah BNI di mata korban.

POJK Nomor 22 Tahun 2023 Pasal 10 ayat 1 juga menegaskan: pelaku usaha jasa keuangan wajib bertanggung jawab atas kerugian konsumen akibat kesalahan pegawainya.
Tidak ada klausul kecuali kalau pegawainya nakal.

Dan respons BNI yang paling menyakitkan menurut korban:

Enam kali mediasi.
Satu kali aksi damai.
Sepanjang itu tidak satu pun pejabat BNI dari kantor cabang atau wilayah yang mengucapkan kata "maaf" atau kami prihatin kepada korban.

Yang datang dari pihak BNI hanya satu permintaan berulang: Berikan kami bukti pendukung.
Padahal semua data transaksi ada di sistem BNI sendiri.
Semua perpindahan uang dari kas lancar ke rekening Andi tercatat di rekening koran BNI.
Bukan di tangan korban.

Baru Wakil Menteri BUMN yang mengundang korban dan itulah pertama kalinya ada pejabat yang mengucapkan kata permohonan maaf dan rasa prihatin.

Satu hal yang tidak bisa diabaikan:
Suster Natalia sekarang punya utang pribadi ke beberapa orang.
Karena ada anggota CU yang butuh uang untuk berobat yang tidak bisa dia biarkan meninggal di rumah sakit sementara dana CU tidak bisa diakses.

Dia yang tidak punya harta pribadi meminjam uang untuk membayar tagihan rumah sakit umatnya.

"Saya tidak bisa biarkan umat meninggal di rumah sakit, Pak."

BNI adalah bank BUMN.
Bank milik negara.
Diawasi oleh OJK.
Dijamin kepercayaannya oleh nama negara Indonesia.

Dan di bawah namanya selama tujuh tahun seorang kepala kas menjalankan skema penipuan yang menyedot uang 1.900 jiwa umat gereja yang menabung perak demi perak untuk masa depan anak-anak mereka.

BNI tidak bisa menyebut ini hanya masalah oknum lalu cuci tangan dengan transfer Rp7 miliar yang tidak transparan prosesnya.

Karena korban bukan menyimpan uang kepada Andi Hakim.
Korban menyimpan uang kepada BNI.
Dan BNI harus mengembalikannya penuh tanpa pengecualian.

Kalau tidak ini bukan hanya kasus kriminal biasa.
Ini adalah konfirmasi bahwa di negeri ini orang miskin yang menabung untuk masa depan anaknya bisa kehilangan segalanya karena sistem yang seharusnya melindungi mereka justru membiarkan hal ini terjadi selama tujuh tahun.

[fully shah dewa @dabfully]

@pln_123 tlng dibantu, mati lampu di daerah rumah saya. Ini yg kedua dalam seminggu ini. Sebelumnya mati di hari Selasa (3 Mar 2026) dari jam 16.00 s.d kira2 jam 22.00. Lokasi di daerah karangasembaru, sleman, yogyakarta. Sebelah utara fak teknik UNY. Tq

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Sudah normal lagi. Thanks

[PT PLN (Persero) @pln_123]

@dabfully @dabfully  Hi kak, admin siap melayani sepenuh hati, mohon maaf atas gangguannya, agar dapat ditindaklanjuti mhn dapat diinfokan nama pelapor, alamat lengkap dan no telp via DM ke Admin. Ditunggu ya Kak. Tks -Sabri

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@pln_123 tlng dibantu, mati lampu dari jam 16.00 s.d 21.26. Area sleman yogyakarta, utara fak teknik UNY

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My kid came home from school talking about the weird lunch lady.
"Mom, she's so strange. She memorizes everyone's name by the third day. Like, all 600 kids."
I figured she was exaggerating. Teenagers do that.
Then parent-teacher night happened. I was running late, hadn't eaten, saw the cafeteria was open. Grabbed a sandwich. The lunch lady, older woman with gray hair in a hairnet, was cleaning tables.
"You're Zoe's mom," she said without looking up.
I stopped. "How'd you know?"
"Same eyes. She sits table seven, always picks the apples nobody wants because they're bruised. Drinks chocolate milk even though she's lactose intolerant. Hurts herself rather than waste food."
I stood there, stunned. "You know this about my daughter?"
"I know it about all of them."
She kept wiping tables. Started talking, not to me exactly, just... talking.
"Marcus, table three, his dad left last year. Always takes double servings on Fridays because there's less food at home on weekends. Jennifer counts calories out loud to punish herself. Brett throws away lunches his mom packs because kids make fun of the ethnic food, but he's starving by sixth period. Ashley's parents are divorcing, she stress-eats in the bathroom."
"Why are you telling me this?"
She finally looked at me. "Because you're all at parent-teacher conferences talking about grades. Nobody's talking about this. About who's eating, who's not, who's hurting."
"What do you do about it?"
"What can I do? I'm the lunch lady. I make sure Marcus gets those extra servings without asking. I tell Jennifer the calorie counts are wrong, lower than they are. I pack Brett containers of his mom's food labeled as 'cafeteria leftovers' so he can eat it without shame. I bought Zoe lactose-free chocolate milk with my own money, tell her we're trying a new brand."
I felt like I'd been punched.
"Does anyone know you do this?"
"The kids who need to know, know. That's enough."
I went home and couldn't stop thinking about it. Started asking Zoe questions. She confirmed everything.
"Yeah, Mrs. Chen just... sees people. She stopped my friend from... she helped when nobody else noticed."
Turns out, Mrs. Chen had worked at that school for 22 years. Made $14 an hour. Knew the story of every struggling kid who came through her lunch line. Never reported it, never made it official, just adjusted portions, swapped items, paid for things quietly.
Teachers didn't know the extent. Administrators had no idea. She just showed up, served food, and saved kids in ways nobody measured.
Last year, Mrs. Chen had a stroke. Had to retire.
The school hired someone new. Efficient. Fast. Didn't learn names.
Within three months, the guidance counselor's office was flooded. Kids breaking down. Nobody could figure out why.
Until one kid finally said it: "Mrs. Chen knew when we were drowning. She threw life preservers disguised as extra tater tots. Now nobody's watching."
The school brought Mrs. Chen back. Part-time. Not to serve food. Just to be there. They called her position "Student Wellness Observer."
She's 68 now, walks with a cane, can't lift heavy trays anymore.
But she still memorizes all 600 names by the third day.
Still knows who needs what.
Still saves kids during lunch periods when everyone else is just serving food.
My daughter graduated last month. In her speech, she thanked Mrs. Chen.
"Some people teach math. Some teach history. Mrs. Chen taught us that being seen is sometimes the only thing standing between surviving and giving up."
The whole cafeteria stood up.
Turns out, weird lunch ladies who memorize names?
They're the most important people in the building."
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Let this story reach more hearts....
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Ai image is for demonstration purpose only.
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By Grace Jenkins

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

“I couldn’t have children of my own… so God sent me the sons who changed my life. My name is Jack Lawson, and for most of my life I rode alone — on the road and in the world. My years in the U.S. Army changed my body in ways I didn’t expect, and I learned I wouldn’t be able to have children of my own. Growing up without parents, that news hit hard. I knew what it felt like to face life without someone in your corner. So I made a decision. If I couldn’t have a family the usual way, I’d build one with my heart. I met Malik, Eli, and Aaron at a group home. Three boys who needed a dad, and a dad who needed them just as much. Aaron was born with Down syndrome, Eli looked after him, and Malik stepped right into big-brother energy. Twenty years have passed. My sons are kind, hardworking, and steady men. People tell me they’re lucky. But the truth is, I’m the lucky one. Adopting them was the greatest road my life ever took.”
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AI image is for Demonstration purpose only.
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Credit: Lola Jones

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.

Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."

Let this story reach more hearts....

Credit: Mary Nelson

[Imtiaz Mahmood @ImtiazMadmood]

At age 17, she was rejected from college.
At age 25, her mother died from the disease.
At age 26, she moved to Portugal to teach English.
At age 27, she got married.

Her husband abused her. Her daughter was born.
At age 28, she got divorced and was diagnosed with severe depression.

At age 29, she was a single mother living on welfare.

At age 30, she didn't want to be on this earth.

But she directed all her passion into doing the one thing she could do better than anyone else.
And that was writing.

At age 31, she finally published her first book.

At age 35, she released four books and was named Author of the Year.

At age 42, she sold 11 million copies of her new book on the first release day.

This woman is J.K. Rowling. Remember how she considered suicide at age 30?

Harry Potter is a global brand worth more than 15 billion dollars.

Never give up. Believe in yourself. Be passionate. Work hard. It’s never too late.

She is J.K. Rowling

[fully shah dewa @dabfully]

🖐 intention for my father in law for speedy recovery after admitted to hospital 3 days ago. Also the health for me and all my family

[fully shah dewa @dabfully]

Mohon bersabar -pusat-

[Pongki Barata @pongkibarata]

@di_cbn Proses apa? Tidak ada yg menjelaskan. Tiket baru keluar setelah saya complain 4x , dan menulis di sosmed. 7 tahun jadi pelanggan setia, bahkan turut merekomendasikan :) , tapi dikecewakan dgn pelayanan :) . Dan kejadian persis seperti ini sudah beberapa kali. Pola sama

[Liverpool FC @LFC]

Happy birthday, Jürgen 🎂❤️

[#99 @PartaiSocmed]

KEJANGGALAN LAPORAN HARTA KEKAYAAN (LHKPN) DEDY MANDARSYAH, AYAH LADY AURELLIA PRAMESTI

*dilanjut jika banyak yg RT*

[Troll Football @TrollFootball]

We play until Arab teams score

[fully shah dewa @dabfully]

@tomowidayat @AMAZlNGNATURE Wahhh,,, cetho ngganteng akuuu

[fully shah dewa @dabfully]

Paten kali abang ini,,,

[Ardhani Leo Renjana @buzzbanditz]

Pengeluaran itu harus berimbang dengan pendapatan. Begitu katanya.

[Infosuporter @InfosuporterID]

Yang setuju hak siar Timnas diambil @VidioSports RETWEET

#TimnasDay

[fully shah dewa @dabfully]

@fananinurhuda Fan,,, ah

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@pln_123 . Mati lampu di daerah utara selokan Mataram UNY Yogyakarta. Sudah lebih dr 1 jam. Thanks