Last week (29/3), I was walking with a friend buying cloth around Raya - Pasar Besar. We were going back to the parking area, when someone took out my phone from my front pocket bag. I still remember how the small airy movement made by that damned pickpocket. I was trying to negotiate with him, because at that time, I strongly believed police won’t do much about this. But bleh, the petty pickpocket ran away & didn’t give me back my phone. You don’t say.
It is a long story, but I managed to get his identity card. I brought the KTP to police office; I thought there might be a small miracle because all the policemen were amazed & very excited that I could handled them important evidence. One of the chief even gave me his number so that I can keep updated on the case. I texted him on the next couple days and he said that it is an ongoing investigation and asked me to wait.
In fact, this Wednesday, I was called by another police chief asking the chronology (which I had already told them several times before). For the second time, I went to their office, retelling the story (to another division). He also asked me whether I am convinced enough about the face shown on the identity card is the perpetrator face. I asked them back how far the case doing. Guess what they said,
“This case has just arrived at our desk this morning. Thus we called you to make sure that you are certain about the preparator,”
This is tiring and meaningless. A week has passed and they are planning thing. I buried the hope down to the ground.
It is not that I cannot live with smartphone, I could stand a day not chatting anyone but my parents and bf. I could handle myself not opening instagram, twitter or whatever you mention for the whole week. More than that I treasure Taka-kun (my phone has name, guys!) as my everyday compagnon. He was with me since around 2013, through my ups and downs /tears. We were spending too many memories.
I always do planning before purchasing gadget. Yes, I am one of those gadgets & techs enthusiast-kiddos. By the calculation I made on 2013, Samsung Note II will still be useful for the next five year. Besides, I made a promise to my parents that he was the last phone I would buy using their money. Again, by my calculation, I would be able to buy my own phone on 2018 since I believe I already work somewhere and having more $$. BUT NOT NOW. NOT YET.
idk. I was angry. My parents was disappointed, but that was only lasted for a day. They might be very shocked (yep me too). But then, they were super understanding -what did I do in my previous life to have such a kind parents-.
Up until now, I still wishing that it was just a dream. Or maybe later on my birthday, the perpetrator come to me, telling I’d been trolled by him.
“Kid, you’d been punk’d,”
Lesson learned everybody.
I learn a lot. A lot.
GDI.
I’m still mad tho. Man.
May you come back home safe and sound, Taka-kun.
Stay safe everyone. Stay alert.
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