Huwaaaa….huwaaaa!!! Brengsettttt
U can see my once new handphone in my entry. I wrote there how hard I need to come out with a decision whether to buy it or not. Whether to spend Rm900+ on it or on something else. Whether it worths the money and the shaking hand paying for it or would I just regret spending a fortune of my money for a thing that can emits voice in and out, take pictures and memories and singing lovely songs for me whenever I want..
Well..I sound like I am or precisely was satisfied with the gadget and the things it offered me wasn’t I. Huuu..but I lost my handphone 3 days ago. It was when I drove my friend to the komuter station, I asked her to put my purse and my handphone in the dashboard while I was on the driver seat. But she might have missed the handphone when her mobile rang and she picked it up while loading out her bag from the car. When I checked the dashboard, only my purse was in there…huuu…
I called her up and asked her whether he put the handphone as well and she said yes. But unfortunately she just thought that she did. I tried to call my mobile using my friend’s. It rang at the first try. So I tried to look everywhere in the car but ended up hopelessly without any sign of it. I tried to ring again my number but this time the operator answered and asked me to call again later…
I called Lal and told him everything. He said, if the operator is the one answering it, for sure someone has picked it up and threw away the sim card or off the handphone. I drove back to the station and try to ask anyone with a slight sign on their face saying ‘ask me..I think I know where it is’. But none with the sign. I just happened to realize someone, a guy, the stall keeper looking so guilty while I was looking and asking about the handphone. He kept on checking his pocket. But what a silly I am, I didn’t even ask him about the phone.
Lal asked his friend to lend us his previous mobile phone which is barely functioning. He said, after replacing the battery it might work as great as new. But I was thinking of buying a cheap one at the moment and save my money to buy a better one later. But Lal said, it’s just wasting money and asked me to patiently use his friend’s. Luckily my friend lent me her previous phone and it’s way better than Lal’s friend’s…just the keypad for number 9 cannot be used.
There goes my precious first ever expensive handset which I only managed to treasure her for 3 months before she disappeared without saying goodbye…Huuuuuuu
