My friend: itu bukan ketinggalan, tapi kamu tinggal...
Me: nggaaaak, beneran ketinggalan, aku lupa...
My friend: nggak, kamu itu CEROBOH!
*singgg*
Me: Iya...terus gimana dong...
...
[Marseille, Oktober 2012]
That was one of my most
desperate respond to my dear friend when I was (after such a long time, did it
again) almost losing stuff...
Well, walaupun
ternyata waktu itu dia hanya bermaksud iseng karena sebetulnya barang itu sudah
“diamankan” teman yang lain...I hardly forgot that moment. Not because the word
hurted me inside, not because it happened during my holiday trip in Marseille, but solely because he’s just true. And that’s
why I answered that way. I did not have any argument to defend myself or to
claim that i’m not sloppy.
Because sadly, I DEFINITELY
AM.
Below is the history
of my clumsiness (as I remember):
1. Ketinggalan kunci pagar/ kamar
kos-kosan
Sekitar 4-6 kali. Terjadi ketika di Semarang (tempat
kuliah) dan Jakarta (tempat kerja).
Most painful moment: Ketika saya mengira saya
meninggalkan kunci kamar di meja kantor karena tidak menemukannya di kantong
kecil di tas saya. I went back to my office by ojek (it was late at night) and
found nothing...dan ternyata dia cuma nyelip di antara barang2 di dalam tas..
2. Kehilangan
HP
5 kali. Hilang di sini termasuk hilang karena
dicuri/ dicopet dan juga jatuh di jalan.
Most painful moment: Di Semarang, kantong berisi 2 HP dan juga beberapa kartu ATM saya jatuh di jalanan entah di mana saya lupa. Ditemukan orang2 yang kemudian memeras saya secara halus. I just had a few cash at that time, and they even suggested me to go to the nearest ATM. They waited me while keeping my broken phones and all of my cards. Pret.
Di Cepu, I dropped my boyfriend’s sellphone on the asphalt road and broke it into pieces. (!)
Most painful moment: Di Semarang, kantong berisi 2 HP dan juga beberapa kartu ATM saya jatuh di jalanan entah di mana saya lupa. Ditemukan orang2 yang kemudian memeras saya secara halus. I just had a few cash at that time, and they even suggested me to go to the nearest ATM. They waited me while keeping my broken phones and all of my cards. Pret.
3. Kehilangan
dompet
3 kali. Kediri, Jakarta, dan Balikpapan.
I never mind the money karena biasanya juga ga
banyak-banyak cash di dalam dompet. Biasanya sih. Tapi bagian lebih menggemaskan
dari kehilangan dompet adalah hilangya kartu-kartu atau mungkin
kuitansi/slip/tanda terima yang cukup penting yang kadang jauh lebih ribet proses
ngurusnya dibandingkan dengan kerja kumpulin duit lagi.
Most painful moment: Kehilangan DOMPET TEBAL di
Balikpapan yang memuat uang 6 digit, kartu ATM, kartu member segala rupa,
dan...tiket ke Derawan. *nangis
4. Ketinggalan
kartu ATM di mesin ATM
Sekitar 8-10 kali. Atau lebih. Terjadi di
Semarang dan Jakarta.
Most painful moment: Frekuensi ketinggalan ATM pelan tapi
pasti reda setelah model mesin ATM diperbarui sehingga kartu ATM keluar lebih
dulu sebelum uang keluar. But to complete this list, saya pernah meninggalkan mesin
ATM dengan hanya mengambil kartu TAPI MENINGGALKAN UANG ratusan ribu yang
keluar belakangan. Saya sadar kira-kira 20 menit kemudian, ya lenyaplah
duitnya... [Gandaria City, Jakarta]
...saya pernah punya 4
charger untuk HP yang sama karena seringnya beli-beli charger ketika bepergian,
saya beberapa kali balik dari kantor ke kos ketika jam makan siang karena lupa
bawa charger laptop, saya pernah bussiness trip 2 hari dengan susah dihubungi
karena lupa bawa HP, saya beberapa kali meninggalkan kantong belanjaan ketika
memilih2 barang, dan serangkaian “lupa lupa lupa” lainnya...
CAN YOU BEAT THAT?
Did I do nothing?
Well, I’m proudly say, I’m improved.
By always creating
lists of to-do or to-bring, by putting all of my stuff in their permanent-fixed
spot, by being as simple as I can be (e.g pergi cuma bawa dompet dan hape, atau
semua ada dalam satu tas kecil, jadi tidak banyak yang perlu diingat). Or even
by only using my belongings. Jadi kalaupun akhirnya hilang yah ga merugikan
orang lain.
I did it since years
ago. And it works quite well.
Until...
That super windy day. This time at Nantes...
That super windy day. This time at Nantes...
I flew the scarf of a
friend of mine.
Worse thing, the scarf was stuck fast on a fast-driven car :(
I checked in the website soon when I went back home, the autumn wind was 35km/hr that evening. Ironically, at the moment the scarf flew, I was waiting a bus and about to go to meet him to give the scarf back :((
Yang paling saya sesalkan, di angin sekencang itu, saya hanya menaruh atau tepatnya MENGGANTUNGKAN scarf itu di tas kamera. TANPA DIIKAT KEMANAPUN.
I never know before if careless has close meaning with stupid...
Physically, that’s just a scarf. I might buy another scarf to replace it. May even be more expensive one, or more sophisticated one, or any other “more”.
BUT I fully understand that a stuff might be way more precious than some amount of money.
And that put me in a very deep guilty feeling. Di antara kepusingan dengan persiapan ujian dan tugas kelompok, I spent days, to dig the city centre to look for exactly
the same scarf but failed to find :((
I'm truly sad.
I might give him a roundbound ticket to Singapore and I know he will
gladly accept, but then I realize I’m not that rich...
Or maybe I can buy him bunch of videogames DVD cause I know he’s a
crazy gamers, but then again I’m not sure I can afford that bunch...
Or even anything won’t be equal to replace the scarf, Budi Jatmiko ?
:(
:(
mbaaaaakkk... *tepok jidat* *gabisa komen*
ReplyDeleteindaaaaaah, heuheuuuu... *baru baca komennya* ya bgitu dehhhhh, tapi udah diganti kok syalnya :)
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