Months ago, I was 4 hours away from home sitting on the bus with a friend heading back home when I suddenly realised that my phone has been lost. So I started to panic, and decided to let her went back home alone with that bus while I search for my phone and wait for another bus. Some friends helped me but we couldn’t find it.
Eventually, I took another bus alone and becoming that kind of doesn’t-have-phone person. I usually listen to podcasts or do digital drawing with that phone on the go, so It felt like the longest journey ever. I started to talk to people next to me, a couple guy about my age just arrived from another island to celebrate Eid Holiday with family.
Most of the time I took a look at the window, touching whatever I could, asking for the times, or thinking what kind of phone I have to buy next and I would definitely spent all my last project fee for a new phone. One of the guy even offered some foods to break my fast. My face must be looked so sad at that time.
Arrived home, I was at the phase of acceptance to let my phone go, but my sister told me that my friend on my first bus found my phone, to be precise, a child found it lying on the bus floor and he (or she) let my friend know. Thank you random child and my friends. Yeah.