My worst fear eventually comes true—I become a victim of pick-pocket on
Saturday while following my mother and younger sister out for some shopping in
Suria KLCC—and the worst part of it is that I do not even realize it until it
is already two days later.
Ah, I do not even know what to think anymore. I cried like a child when I
could not find my wallet this morning while preparing my stuffs to attend
college. I rummage through everything—just to see if I misplace it again as
usual—but to no luck; I could not find it any more.
Since Suria KLCC is the last place I visit on Saturday before I went home
and did not even come out from the house on Sunday at all, it is possible that
it was where I lost my wallet. I did walk through some crowd and there was a
possibility for someone to just secretly snatch my wallet which was inside my
bag.
Dah takde rezeki, which were what my mother said when
we could not find my wallet this morning and I have learn to accept it. It is
all right, it is not my luck to have that beautiful wallet with me for a long
time anyway.
But I lost my identification card, my driving license, my CIMB ATM card,
some cards—including the POPULAR bookstore card and BONUSLINK point card—and several
passport-size photos of my self. I also lost approximately RM300 in terms of
cash, which I keep so diligently with the allowance I receive every month to
buy the stuffs I really want.
What is there left that I could do but to accept this reality? My mother
willingly replace RM200 of the amount of money I lost and my father will bring
me to the police station to file a police report and get my self a temporary
identification card later—since we both need to go to work and attend college.
Goodbye lovely wallet, goodbye my awesome cash and stuffs. I will miss
you a lot.
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