The Mrs.

My wife wasn’t the first woman I have been with who came from a different background with me. My ex wife was an Indonesian and my girlfriend before that was from Philipines. What can I say, I love asian women, I think they are naturally beautiful.

My wife is not like any other woman that I know. She is different. She is special. I know all men will say that their woman is special, but trust me, my wife is really special.

Being a white man in Indonesia, I was used to being treated special. Everything I wanted was granted instantly, everything I said was listened carefully and nobody dared to do anything against me. To be honest, I’ve got a little big headed.

Not only by my ex wife and her family, but also by people around me. They treated me like god. Women threw themselves at me, but no worries, my ex wife guarded like a hungry lion who just gave birth. Beastly. Hahahahaha…

But my wife treats me as an ordinary human being whom she loves, of course. I was a bit stunned at first, whatever priviledge I had in the past was gone. She dared to talk back at me, said whatever it is on her mind and doesn’t really care when I was upset.

And she is not a jealous woman. She does watch me closely, but she knows when to be strict or when to let go. My ex wife always added all my female friends whether she really knew them or not, but not my wife. I dont think she even bothers to check my facebook… hahahahahaha..

My wife is a very simple woman. She is not really interested in fashion. Before we were together, she only had 2 pair of jeans, one black, one blue. Same style, boot cut. When I asked her why, she said she only wore jeans on weekend, why would she need more than 2 pair? She only had one pair originally. The blue ones. The black ones were given to her by a student’s mother when she got wet because of the rain. So, if it wasnt for the rain, she would only have one pair of jeans. It was me who always encourage her to buy clothes, new clothes that can actually flatter her figure. It was also me who got rid off her old boring clothes…

While she is not interested in clothes, she is crazy about shoes! Oh dear God. She buys shoes not to wear them. She simply just puts them in her shoe racks and admires them. Heels, ankle boots, boots, peep toe, mary jane, pump, red, green, blue, yellow, pink… all colors, all kinds. Yet the ones she is always wearing are boring flats. Or her sneakers. Or even her flip flop.

(To be continued….)

 

 

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Living in Indonesia

It is easy… Living in Indonesia is easy. Public transporation is easy to get, food seller is everywhere, plenty of malls and relatively affordable.

I lived in Bogor where their main public transportation is angkot. They are numbered according to their route. And there are a lot of them. I mean a lot, they passed by every five minutes, maybe even less than that. Angkot is the main cause of the traffic jam in Bogor. They are everywhere and they don’t care about rules. They park wherever they want, they drop passengers off as well as pick them up anywhere they like. There is  no ‘angkot’ stop.

But despite the messiness caused by angkot, Bogor is a good city to live. It is not as crowded and as polluted as Jakarta, but it is not too far from Jakarta where everything is happening (1 hour train ride will get you there, you’ll get depressed going to Jakarta by car. Just saying).

Indonesia has many beautiful beaches. My favourite is Ujung Genteng. It is secluded, beautiful and so peaceful. But it is very hard to reach. It took about 9 hours ride from Bogor and the roads were bumpy. To be honest, I hated the ride, but I do love Ujung Genteng.

When I first came here, lots of people stared at me. I did not understand why at first, I always thought I had something on my face. Hahaha… turned out, some of Indonesian people were fascinated by my white skin and light brown hair. To them, I was a rare creature. Some of them even asked me for a picture. It was really weird. I got used to used eventually, but still, sometimes, it was annoying.

One thing that I don’t like living in Indonesia is they charge me for a ‘bule’ price which can be 3 times more expensive than a regular price, especially to get into a tourism area. I went to Borobudur Temple in Magelang, Central Java with my wife in 2015. They charged my wife for IDR30.000, but they charged me for IDR 180.000,six times more expensive! The only difference was they help me put on a sarong, which is mandatory to enter Borobudur, while my wife put it on herself. So if we went shopping, my wife walked a few steps in front of me to get the best price.

The traffic here, I must say, is a mess…. motorcycle everywhere, angkot everywhere with not so little personal vehicle. So the traffic is always busy. Motorbike is the worst. They just do not care about others. They ride on a sidewalk, they ride on the other side and get angry if someone tells them off. Only in Indonesia I have seen motorbike can do so many things. I’ve seen it with 4 people on it, carry a lot of goods (from fridge to boxes of shoes), only the driver wears a helmet, and many more.

But everything is so simple here. We didn’t have to go through a long and tiring process to rent a house, food seller everywhere, public transportation available anytime, especially now they have online public transportation (my wife loves them), and the people are friendly and helpful (at least my co workers, friends and neighbours are).

I do love living in Indonesia with all the complications.

The First Time I Saw Her

My wife is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. She simply is.

It was love at first sight for me. The first time she walked into the front desk, I couldn’t help staring. She didn’t see me as I was in a room opposite the front desk. Her hair was short then, later I know that she said she had it cut because her son was only about 3 and was very active so she didn’t have time for a good hair treatment.

She smiled at one of our receptionists, who smiled back at her, and off they went. I didn’t where they were going, I thought she was a friend of our receptionist and I continued with what I was doing.

About 10 minutes later, I finished with my work and went to our meeting room. To my surprise, she was there. My boss introduced her as a new staff. My heart leapt.

She was in our meeting that day. I really couldn’t take my eyes off her.  I barely remember what we talked about in the meeting, al I could remember was how eager I was to start the next day, so I could actually get to know her.

Bogor

Indonesia is a beautiful country.  with a lot of white sandy beaches and picturesque mountain views. Indonesia only has two seasons, rainy and summer.

I lived in a town called Bogor, about 60 kms from Jakarta. Bogos is a town with a lot of rains, that’s why it is called Rain City. It rains almost everyday. It can be shiny and hot during the day and suddenly it rains in the afternoon..

My wife loves rain. rain has never stopped her from doing anything or going somewhere. She is used to it. She was confused the first time I cancelled our plan to go out because of the rain, as I was confused she still wanted to go out eventhough it was raining… It was really funny. She was having shower and ready to go, while I was still in my shorts and t-shirt. She looked at me and asked whether I remembered our plan to go out and I looked at her and answered that it was raining. She looked at me and said,”Of course it is raining, it’s Bogor.”

I laughed. But she was right, if you let rain stopped you from doing anything in Bogor, you wouldn’t get anywhere.

I loved living in Bogor It isn’t as crowded and polluted as Jakarta. Bogor has plenty of culinary places to explore. it has varieties of so many different foods, local and international.

I don’t like spicy food, but my favorite Indonesian food is Rendang. I think it is fantastic. I could eat and eat and eat if rendang was served. I didn’t care that I was sweating so much, my eyes and throat were burning, Rendang is simply the best..

Image resultRendang (source: http://www.indonesia-recipe.com)

One food that I can’t eat is Satay. I got food poisoning every time I ate that. It was only twice, but for me, that was enough.

Image result for sateSatay (source: http://www.indoindians.com)

Other than satay, everything is ok. Noodle, soto, soup, all kinds of chicken (they have plenty, trust me), gulai (food cooked with coconut milk), pepes (not a big fan), all kinds of rice (uduk (cooked with coconut milk), yellow rice (cooked with tumeric), fried) and all Indonesian star, tahu and tempe. My wife loves them and eats one of them everyday.

 

Let’s begin…

I have never written any blogs before and had no interest in it. But, while I was browsing through the internet about mixed marriage, I found that most of the writing about mixed marriage b;ogs were written by women. There were few written by men.

So, I thought a different point of view will bring a different perspective.

Here we go..

I am a British citizen and my wife is an Indonesian. We first met when we worked together.

It was love at the first sight for both of us. Well. she said that to me. Yet, she never showed any signs of interest in me. She only talked to me when I asked her a question. She answered my questions nicely, but never tried to engage in a conversation with me. So, I thought she wasn’t interested. Plus, I thought I were twice her age…