Lost and Found, Around 30 Minutes Later

Ohya and before we went out my roommate told me, " I think I lost my purse,"

Oh? At first I thought maybe she just misplaced it, I started looking around the room and told her to check her bag once again.

She did, and still no purse.

Ehm, I started asking things like do you remember putting it somewhere, or was the purse still with you when we got out of taxi, etc.. and after trying hard to reconstruct what happened last night, it's either dropped along the hallway or IN THE TAXI. Both are very risky.

Oh no so it's really lost. Panic button pressed. 

Then what's inside the purse? Credit card, NETS, and hundreds of dollars.

OH NO

We went down to see if the purse was there. No purse found. She asked the security. No purse found.

She called the taxi company to report lost and found, no one picked up, called again, waited very long, finally somebody picked up. The operator said she would inform my roommate if somebody found the long black purse. (And FYI, the rating of the lost & found service was very low and there were reports that people didn't found what they lost).

She told her mom. Her mom called her cousin. Her cousin called her. She told her cousin. Her cousin suggested to tell the police.

Pressured. Scared. Sad. Blue.

After sometime trying, disappointed, she decided to call the bank to block the cards, she realized she didn't know her account number, she got up and opened the wardrobe to see the book. 

"KETEMU!!!!!" -------"I FOUND IT!!!!!"

The long black purse was caught hiding in the wardrobe. 

And we screamed and jumped like little girls - high voice. 

What a way to start a day, thanks God it's back to a great day!

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I remember watching The Hangover last time to get rid of homesickness.

This time we watched Did You Hear About the Morgans to laugh the homesickness away.