I think Allah really really loves me. In this holy month of Ramadhan, He gives me a special gift. Why special? Hmm.. I’m pretty sure He doesn’t give the experience of losing-a-wallet in this beautiful month to everyone. So, I guess that makes this lost-my-wallet “gift” so special, yes? *sigh*
It’s not the wallet I’m worried about. It’s the stuff inside. Since I never put a lot of money in my wallet, so money is not the big problem–well, actually I never have a lot of money. It’s the cards! KTP, ATMs, SIMs, and STNK, not to mention the other not-so-important cards including a SOGO gift card worth a few hundred thousand rupiahs. Isn’t that just great??
Thinking about it makes me want to throw up. Dealing with government bureaucracy has always been the last thing I want to do. But now, what choice do I have? First, KTP. I have to deal with Kelurahan. Next, STNK and SIM. Yes, that means another bureaucracy, Polisi! Can this get any worse?? Arrgghhhh *I literally am screaming*
Then why on earth do I call this a gift? Hmm.. yes, why oh why? Think I have to revise the word “a gift”. Actually, this is not just a gift. This is more than just a gift. By losing the ATMs, I learn to be thankful for the gift of money I’ve been blessed with–it’s not much I know, but it’s more than enough. What can you do without money in this crazy world? Well, I’ve learned the hard way. And when I didn’t have money in my hand, the gift of friends helped me out. A good friend of mine lent me some money so that I could go back to Jakarta to deal with those bureaucracies. I don’t know what will happen if I don’t have a friend like her, alone in Bandung (which is not my home town) with no family, no cash, ouch. They say a friend in need is a friend indeed. Then, when I’m already in Jakarta, the gift of family takes part. What can I do without them? They try to find relatives that could help me out of this gift of problems as easy as possible. See? What a series of wonderful gifts I’ve got.. *btw, those “gifts” are taken from a movie titled “The Ultimate Gift”*
Well, actually it’s just me trying to be tough, trying to look at the bright side, but you know, deep inside I’m nangis darah. I’m still hoping whoever found (or intentionally took?) my wallet would give it back to me. You can take all the money but please give me my cards back. You won’t even need them. This is holy month, don’t you want to do good things so that your pahala will be multiplied??
Lessons learned:
• Never lose your wallet! *yaeyalaaa*
• Never put all your cards eggs in one wallet basket! Hmm.. maybe putting all your cards in one basket would do better, but don’t ever try to put all your eggs in a wallet. *whattheheckamisaying?*
• Go make a lot of friends! Rich ones would be good. The one working in government bureaucracy would be even much better.
• Brush your teeth! Hmm.. guess I forgot to brush mine the night I lost my wallet. *ew*
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