pada akhirnya, bukan lagi
"if he want, he would"
tapi "if Allah has written it for you, it will find its way to you, at the right time, in the right way"
inget, apa yang emang buat kamu, pasti akan jadi milikmu, dan gaakan jadi milik orang lain.
I didn’t call my husband crying.
I called him angry.
It was 11:47 PM. I was sitting on the kitchen floor, laptop open, staring at an email that said my contract wasn’t being renewed. Just like that. Two years of overtime, weekends, skipped holidays — gone in one paragraph.
When he answered, I didn’t even say hello. “I lost my job.”
Silence. Not the awkward kind. The steady kind.
He said, “Okay. I’m coming home.”
He was on a night shift. I told him not to. I said I didn’t want him to risk it. I said I was fine.
He said, “You’re not.”
Twenty minutes later, I heard the door.
He didn’t try to fix it. Didn’t start giving solutions. Didn’t say, “You’ll find something better.” Didn’t minimize it.
He just sat on the floor with me.
He ordered food because he knew I hadn’t eaten. He closed my laptop because he knew I’d keep rereading the email. He made a list the next morning not of jobs for me but of bills he could cover alone “for as long as it takes.”
The next week, I found out he had quietly moved money from his personal savings into our joint account.
Not because I asked.
Because he anticipated.
Months later, when I apologized for being “a burden,” he looked genuinely confused.
“We’re married,” he said. “There is no yours and mine when things fall apart. There’s just us.”
That’s when I understood something about marriage.
It’s not about who plans the best anniversary or posts the sweetest captions.
It’s about who sits on the kitchen floor with you when your world collapses.
It’s about who absorbs your panic without adding their own.
It’s about who turns “your problem” into “our plan.”
Marriage isn’t loud.
It’s steady.
And when it’s real, you don’t have to beg someone to show up.
They already grabbed their keys.
Aku nanya,'masih banyak pak nasi goreng jam segini?'
dia jawab 'masih mas Alhamdulillah dan harus kuikhtiarkan habis juga malam ini karena udah ditunggu dirumah sama keluarga'.
Agak diem sebentar sambil mikir jawaban bapak nya ini. Setelah selesai bapak nya bilang sudah mas dan kutanya berapa, dia bilang 13k. Aku kasih 20k dan kubilang bapaknya 'bawa saja pak kembaliannya' dan beliau menolak dan jawab dengan halus 'rezeki jangan ditukar dengan kasihan mas,13rb insya Allah sudah cukup'
Baiiyuuh,makdeg denger respon nya.
Aku akhirnya menitipkan beberapa nominal saja untuk dibuatkan beberapa bungkus nasi goreng dan minta bapak nya memberikan bagi yg dia rasa berhak menerima nya.
Pulang dari situ aku mbatin Alhamdulillah ya Allah, dapat pelajaran lagi hari ini.
buat teman-teman yg sedang ingin memperbaiki sholatnya, semoga kumpulan doa dan amalan ini bisa sedikit membantu.
ayok perbaiki sholat kita, niscaya Allah akan perbaiki pula hidup kita.
Yes, mengakui menyesal dan minta maaf itu harus ada dua parameter:
1. menjelaskan perilaku apa yang disesalin yang menyakiti lawan bicaranya.
2. memvalidasi perasaan lawan bicaranya karena perilaku kita menyakiti lawan bicara.
Terkesan panjang tapi ini definisi minta maaf dan menyesal yang sesungguhnya.
Kemudian, urusan memaafkan jangan dipaksakan, biarkan pihak sebelah sana yang memutuskan apakah layak dimaafkan atau tidak.
Sayangnya, belum banyak orang yang bisa begini, bahkan enggan belajar untuk bisa begini.
love isn’t about all the fancy dates and expensive gifts you see on instagram
it’s about taking care of them when they are sick, making sure they eat when they have no appetite
it’s about witnessing the other person go through life as you figure it out together, showing up for them when they are uncertain about themselves
it’s about believing in them when no one else does, even when they themselves don’t
it’s about seeing the beauty in every part of them, even the flaws. especially the flaws
it’s about seeing them at their worst and still choosing them everyday
For instance, leaving someone we still love that much. We know that it's the right thing to do. Yet it still hurts like hell.
Just bcs our logic leads the way, doesn't mean our heart loses its function to feel.
What you do in private always shows in public.
Reading shows in conversations. Your workouts show in your physique. Your diet shows in your energy. Your discipline shows in your confidence. Your focus shows in your results.
You are what you cultivate when no one is watching.