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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?”

“Good,” Lina replied smoothly. “His therapist says he is a ‘kinesthetic learner.’ We’re doing a lot of swimming. He’s only two, but we think he’s a water baby . You know, we are looking at the Nursery at ACG next year. The waiting list is insane.” Memek Ibu Ibu

By 10:45 AM, Lina was in her new white SUV. Her youngest, a toddler named Keanu, was strapped into a car seat designed by a German engineer, staring blankly at an iPad playing Cocomelon . Her older daughter, Sasha, was at a Mandarin immersion school. The guilt of outsourcing motherhood to a nanny named Yuni was a low, constant hum in Lina’s chest, but it was a necessary frequency to maintain the lifestyle. Lina, a former marketing executive who had traded