Shortly after I entered junior high school and lived at aunt number 2's house for 6 months, we started getting ready to move into our first house in Indonesia, located in the West Pejaten area of South Jakarta.

Still unable to adapt to life in Indonesia

At first, when I entered junior high school and lived in a new house, I began to experience pressures that are difficult to explain. At that time, I was very easily emotional and sad, like a person with a depressive illness. The reason was that at the same time I had to adapt to a new environment, a new school, new friends, and also a new place to live.

Houses were robbed, and valuables in the house were all stolen

One day, when I was being driven home by my cousin's driver from school, I saw a police car stop in front of our house, and I saw the faces of two of our domestic workers in great fear. At that time, they were still under 20 years old. After asking them what happened, it turned out that our house was robbed and they were both tied up by the perpetrators. At the time of the incident, my father was in the office, and my mother was at aunt number 2's house.

After father and mother returned home with their aunt and checked on what had been robbed, they found that all valuables such as jewelry, other valuables, and all the cash stored in the house were gone. At that time, I could only sit quietly on the sofa and cry.

After this incident, our domestic worker resigned from work citing trauma from the incident.

Dad's business didn't go smoothly; a lot of unpleasant things happened

After the robbery, many unpleasant things happened. My father's business planning in Indonesia also did not go well and suffered big losses, so my father and mother often quarreled because of a lot of pressure, especially in terms of finances at that time.

Fighting with my cousins and my youngest uncle

My relationship with my cousins was also not harmonious at that time. I started to get tired of the attitude of my cousins who are used to being spoiled and want to win on their own, so sometimes I couldn't help myself and hit them when fighting.

At that time, my aunt number 2 gave birth to her third daughter. Then my grandmother brought my mother's youngest sister, uncle number 7, who was 3 years older than me, from Surabaya to come to Jakarta to help my aunt take care of her infant child and live with us. But my grandmother chose to stay with us because she didn't want to live with my aunt's husband.

Cultural differences made it difficult for me to live with my uncle. I was used to my father's strict and orderly upbringing and the influence of my depression at that time, so when there was a mismatch with my uncle, I became quick to get emotional and fight with him. This made my mother and grandmother feel sad, and the atmosphere at home was always joyless.

After going through the adaptation period in Indonesia, my cousin and uncle number 7 became very close to me, and until now we still have a good relationship. I will tell you about my relationship with them in the following articles.

Feeling desperate and begging parents to return to Hong Kong

After that incident, coupled with my frustration at the beginning of school because I couldn't do well with my lessons, I told my mom and dad for the first time that I wanted to go back to Hong Kong. I feel that Indonesia is not a suitable place for me to live.

But when I wanted to go back to Hong Kong, it wasn't easy for us, because we had left everything in Hong Kong and had to start from scratch again. So we can't return to Hong Kong just because of the request. I have to keep doing everything even though I have to fight harder.

A friend of my mother took us out of the abyss of grief

One day a woman invited my mother to a worship service. At the time of worship, my mother felt very touched and received great joy. Then my mother took us to worship in the same place. Since then, our lives have changed drastically. I will tell you more about this in the next article.