the day of ramadhan

 Okay, lemme tell you a story about my Ramadhan, shall we?

First of all, on the night of the last Ramadhan—malam takbiran, as we call it—I thought we’d be really busy with house chores, but surprisingly… we weren’t. My mom wasn’t even nagging that much. Unbelievable. But then, came the real problem: the wood WPC wall that I bought. We tried multiple types of glue—silicone, industrial-strength adhesive, you name it—but that freaking wall just refused to stick. Like, WHY?? I literally watched people do it the same way, using the same glue, but somehow, it only failed when we did it. And until now… yeah, that wall is still not installed at all. Haha. Amazing.

Then came Eid day. I was a little sad because I couldn’t do the Eid prayer since I was still on my period. So, while everyone was at the mosque, I stayed home and watched an animated film. I forgot the name, but it was about a dog and its elderly couple owner, and honestly, the whole vibe was kinda eerie. I used to watch it as a kid, and rewatching it now felt like time-traveling. Oh, and I also watched Adventure Time! Peak inner child healing.

I watched while eating, then swept the floor, and finally started doing my makeup (I had already showered at dawn because washing my hair takes forever to dry). I kept my makeup simple—powder, mascara, a little blush (of course), and liptint! Went with pink for Day 1. And just like that, I was ready for Eid!

Then came the real struggle: giving out THR. I debated for so long about how much to give. In the end, I decided on 200K for my mom and 10K each for my siblings (I originally wanted to give them 50K, but let’s be real, I hesitated hard, so I changed it to 10K instead HH). But then, I ended up canceling giving my siblings anything at all because Cek Nanda and Hasmi already gave them wayyy more than that. “Let’s just not give them anything, or it’ll be too obvious how small mine is compared to theirs,” I thought HH. So, I just gave the money to my mom instead.

And speaking of Cek Nanda, of course, she gave us 500K each, and I was so freaking happy. May she always be rich and generous forever, Aamiin.

After that, we headed to Mangujuk, but everyone had already left. So, we started with Bapak’s house, then went to Ibu Epa’s, and finally my dad’s place. We read Yaseen for him, then stopped by Tante Yana’s. After that, we rushed back home because Tante Eki and her family were already waiting for us there.

At home, I gave Tante Eki’s child 10K, and then… disaster struck. Azhima and Athira saw it. They immediately went, "WHY them? Why not us? 10K is fine, JUST GIVE US THR TOO!!" So, in the end, I caved and gave them 50K each (thanks to Cek Nanda’s earlier THR blessing HH).

Then, Vina’s family arrived. Oh wait, I forgot to mention—we actually met them earlier at my dad’s place. And then again at Bapak’s house. And again at Mangujuk. And AGAIN at our house. We just kept running into each other HH. But that’s kinda expected, considering our houses are literally next to each other.

That day, we took tons of photos, I hung out with Vina in my room, then we went to Wakji’s house—and of course, met Vina’s family AGAIN. Then we stopped by Hani’s house, and finally, FINALLY, went home and passed out.

When I woke up at Maghrib, we went to Tante Eki’s house, and that was pretty much it. That was my Eid.

Just ONE. SINGLE. DAY.

And why? Because I had to freaking work. That’s why this year, the Ramadhan vibes disappeared so quickly. Usually, it lingers for at least a week, but this time? Just. One. Day. I HATE it. But still… Alhamdulillah for everything. Grateful, always.

BUT NEXT YEAR?? I SWEAR. I WILL take a whole week off to celebrate with my family and make proper memories. Mark my words. I swear.

Oh, and one last thing that made me sad this Ramadhan…

MY INSTA STORY VIEWS.

They were tragically low. Even people who usually watch my stories didn’t watch them that day. Like, hello? Where did y’all go?. I know it’s kinda pathetic to be sad over this, but still. It humbled me HHH.