While my significant other is going to Scandinavians countries, I’ve made a plan having a sweet escape to Bali. I told mom about my plan, and she insisted to join me. Honestly I objected to her request, because I don’t really enjoy traveling with my family, that’s why I always prefer to travel alone.
Because my mom joined me, I booked a suite room at Pullman Hotel because I think it’s more comfortable to her. When we arrived at airport, she already ordered my sister (who lives in Bali) to bring her children, pick us up and drive us to the hotel.
When we arrived at hotel, I was surprised because the suite room I booked wasn’t available for me. Long story short after I had a conversation with the manager, I could stayed in those suite as I requested before.
It was lovely view, wasn’t it?
but it wasn’t applied to my mother. She complained about everything on that suite. “The room wasn’t tidy enough”, “the room wasn’t smell good”, “the view wasn’t that great”, “the air con fan was too loud”, “the parquet flooring was ugly”, “there was no minibar because fridge was empty”, “the bathroom didn’t have a waterways (of course because it was bathroom with a closet and supposed to be dry at all times), and bla bla bla. you won’t know the rest.
I was okay and tolerable until my mom made her own decision, that her grandsons will stayed overnight and sleep with her, made me have to sleep on the couch… so uncomfortable.
My brother in law also dropped the car key on my sister, made me to bring the car back to her home, which is at Pecatu. I drove almost 2 hours with manual transmission and uphill road — so exhausting. i really meant it.
With those situations, it’s hard to see the good thing, I maintain my happiness level by having conversation with my significant other.
But, am I not patient enough, God?