She put the phone down, stared at the ceiling, and smiled. The entertainment of the Ibu-Ibu was not the food, the shopping, or the yoga. It was the game itself. The endless, exhausting, exquisite game of keeping up. And she was winning.
Lina, a former marketing executive who had traded her blazer for a batik house dress three years ago, reached for her phone before her glasses. The message was from Rani: “Ladies, the new Korean BBQ place in Senopati has a 50% opening discount. But you have to check in by 11 AM. Who’s in?” Memek Ibu Ibu
The Ibu-Ibu of modern Jakarta, Surabaya, and Bandung are a unique economic engine. They have moved beyond the arisan (traditional social gathering) of the 90s, which involved Tupperware and gossip about the maid. Today’s arisan involves a rented villa in Puncak, a private yoga instructor, a caterer who specializes in vegan keto cuisine, and a discussion about the best international school for their children’s emotional intelligence. She put the phone down, stared at the ceiling, and smiled