moral lesson: don't trust guys. even your own father. well, except Jesus.
if you guys didn't know it yet, I lost my handphone for about one week. it was wednesday. when I already got into the bus, I realised my handy wasn't in my pocket. then I felt sudden worry. I checked all my pocket, but it wasn't there. I opened my bag, and it wasn't there either. I started panicking.
I remembered, when I stood in the line to get into the bus, people were so crowded. they pushed me really hard, it was a real chaos. unfortunately, I was raising my hands because I got paper to be crossed to, my homework.
that time, I knew that I should tell the guard that I lost my phone. but something kept me. I thought it would be really silly if I actually lost my handy at home. but deep down, I didn't think so. my phone wasn't at home, and I wasn't bringing it either.
luckily, I met a friend of mind there. and then I asked him to call my phone. but I didn't find it yet. I also met my senior, and I borrowed her phone to call mine. and I really didn't have it.
when I came into class, I borrowed my friend's phone and tried to call my phone back. actually I wanted to call my parents or my sister to ask if I actually left it at home, but I forgot their number because of panic.
after all my classes finished, I went to my church. my mother should have her women service that day. unfortunately, the aunts there told me that my mother wouldn't come. then I come to my student's house for tutor. there I told her that I lost my phone and I borrowed her phone to call my mother. and after minutes...she told me my phone wasn't at home. NO!!!
when I got home, I did my own research. but still, I couldn't find it. I was really angry...but somehow it didn't show. all disappoint, anger, sadness...it didn't show. and on that very time, I realised I still got problem with my emotion.
and another thing I realised, now I could buy another handy. I already knew what handy I would buy. it would be a blackberry too. but this time, I would have the black one. and it would be a flip flop one. just like my friends jejel and okti had. my favourite one (:
next wednesday, when I already fell asleep, my mother and sister marched into my room and woke me up. they talked in the same time and I didn't really listen to them. all I heard was something like father...my...handphone...miracle...
and they handed out my handy.
I tried to get up, and listened more carefully to their talk. then my father came in. and all the talks became clear.
my father kept my handy all this time.
every day, my father drove me in the bus stop with his motorcycle. and that day, after he drove me in as usual, he rode back to home. when he was stopping in traffic light, someone poked him and told him that his hand was about to drop. and there it was, my handy, on the back seat, right above the lamp. which you know, above the lamp means it locates really at back.
so he took it...and the 'brilliant' idea popped out. he hid my handy, he didn't tell my mother, nor my sister, especially me. I remembered that day, right after I got home I asked him first, if I left my handy in his office or whatever. he answered, NO, not at all.
guys.
so typical.
so now, I got my handy back. nothing was taken away, not my pulse. and now I'm writing down this story on this handy.
so...
thanks, Father
and father.
P.S: I knew it will have wrong typing, but I'm too lazy to edit it. so, I'm sorry :D but I hope you still understand the story.
