Hati yang bengkak...

It was supposed to be a happy and fine day yesterday, as Ayah managed to get off early from work, and we were planning to go to Bazaar Ramadhan with the kids - a rare opportunity as Ayah would normally finish work pretty late. I went to fetch him at the hospital at 5:00pm (as we had slept at Mak's the night before, and Ayah's cars were in SD). Anyway, after fetching Hasya and Hilman from school, we headed straight to the Bazaar Ramadhan at Section 17.

Ayah had to drop us in front of one of the flats, as it was impossible to find a parking space at that time. Just as the kids and I were walking to the Bazaar, it started to rain, and I took out my handphone and called Ayah to bring the umbrellas with him. I immediately put my handphone into my handbag, and went to the stall selling Roti John (this is the kids' wajib food for berbuka), and I met my SIL there. We chatted a bit, and as the rain was getting heavier, the kids and I took shelter at "Kamal" - a grocery store opposite the Bazaar.

I immediately opened my handbag to get my phone to call Ayah, to inform him of our whereabout. It was then that I realised my handphone was NOT in my handbag!!! I panicked, and started to double/triple check the contents of my handbag. Confirmed - my handphone was missing!!! Somebody must have picked it out of my handbag when I was chatting with my SIL at the stall earlier. My God!!! It was just a matter of 1-2 minutes!

AAAARRRGGGGGHHHHH!!! Why does this always have to happen to me?! I once lost my handphone while I was waiting for Hilman to finish his JELIC class in 2004. I was doing some work at one of the tables at the JELIC centre when 2 Indian guys came in on the pretence of selling some stuff. I ignored them, and one of them came to the table and started to put a few brochures on the table, explaining about their "products". On hindsight, it was pretty strange, as they were telling me about household cleaning detergents, while the brochures (which I glanced briefly) were full of pictures of baby products!!!

Anyway, when I continously ignored them, they apologised and took the brochures away...without me realizing that they also took my handphone which was on the table underneath the brochures!!! Sedih sangat... And I cursed them like there was no tomorrow then.

And it happened again yesterday. Rasa bengkak and berbuku sangat hati ni. Kenapalah ada manusia macam ni yang tak nak berusaha dengan cara yang halal. Buat dosa dalam Bulan Puasa yang mulia ni. I strongly feel that the culprit's a Muslim...Sigh. Sedih sangat.

The HTC Touch was given to Ayah for his role in organizing a Conference earlier this year, and he had given it to me. And I fell in love with it straight-away. It was a very friendly phone, and quite durable. It had served me very well indeed. Yang tensionnya - all my contact details, my schedules for the next 6 months are in there...Not to mention, pictures of the family, too.

I asked the kids to keep a lookout for their Ayah, as it was quite impossible to catch sight of him in the rain when everybody was holding an umbrella. Ayah was the one who saw us at Kamal, and I immediately told him about the phone. He asked us to wait at Kamal, and started calling my number while walking up and down along the street hoping to hear my ringing tone. It rang a few times, and after a while the *&^%$%#@! thief took the battery out, I guessed.

Ayah came back, and told me, it was okay. It could have happened to anybody, and it was just a phone. He said he'd get me a new one. But, that's besides the point... I felt so enraged and sakit hati sesangat!!! Ayah asked me to bersabar, as it's Ramadhan, and there might be a hikmah behind all these. I guess one of the hikmahs was that we ended up buying JUST the Roti John and Air Soya from the Bazaar (instead of 101 dishes which we really didn't want/need...)

We went back to Mak's. The kids knew how upset I was, and started to console me, especially Hanna. And while waiting for berbuka, Ayah asked Hanna to go through the website to look at all the latest HTC and Nokia models in the market, and asked me to choose one. Frankly speaking, the HTC Diamond which Ayah suggested is just way too sleek for my liking. I fear that it would end up with thousands of scratches scrawled on its face! (That's how brutal I could be!)

And talking about being brutal, after performing my solat Maghrib semalam (still enraged), I actually made a do'a that the culprit would meet with an accident last night. And I know I shouldn't have done that, and even more so, I shouldn't have told Hanna of what my do'a was, but, I did. And, she just said, "Oh my God...I do'a the SAME thing, too, Mommy!!!", and earlier on Hasya had also chipped in, "And I hope the thief will burn in hell!!" (????!!!)

I was speechless, and Ayah came out, with "Aiyooo...brutalnya mak and anak-anak!!!" (Hahaha!). Let's make it "anak-anak perempuan", coz' my anak lelaki's reaction to the whole thing was, "Mommy, will all the bad people go to neraka nanti, Mommy? Will the thief go to neraka for stealing your handphone?" in a very cultured manner.

Ayah said, "SAH, anak perempuan semua brutal ikut their Mommy!"

I guess it was just a dugaan in the month of Ramadhan, and I should bersyukur, that the @#%$*&^! thief only took the handphone, and not my wallet/handbag with all my credit cards, and MyKad, etc. More importantly, as Ayah kept on telling me, he did not harm the kids and me.

Later, around 9:30p.m, Ayah said to me - "Do'a orang yang teraniaya selalunya dimakbulkan Allah... Dah accident dah kot orang tu..."

Which left me smiling. Ayah pun brutal jugak sebenarnya...