I lost a B$100 note today. It might have been gone by last night when I was out shopping with my mom and sister for kain — to make more baju kurong — or just this morning at the office. But you know what? It’s OK. Because the boyfriend called right after I had lunch. I was starting to think he had forgotten me. Hahaha. (Kidding.)

I know, losing that note means losing a substantial amount of money, considering what is left in my bank account but I’m OK with it. It might not have been mine to begin with. I mean, it’s mine as I withdrew it out of the ATM yesterday afternoon, but you know, not mine in a deeper sense. Might have not been my rezeki.

I realized the missing note right before I ordered my lunch, as I was checking if I had money in my wallet. I remembered I had $100 note in there, but when I checked, it wasn’t there. I kept ransacking through my wallet, and embarrassed myself in front of my two friends from work. Hahaha. Anyway, no note materialized, and my friends and I started to rack through my brain at how it could have happened.

Started to think that someone had stolen the note, but right now, I’m thinking, whoever stole the money, must have really needed it. Or maybe they had x-ray vision and could see through my handbag, straight through my wallet, and spotted the note. I realized I had made a mistake of leaving my handbag in the office while I was out doing other work in another room.

I was expecting my other colleagues would be there so no one would do anything like stealing, but I found out they were out for a coffee break. Oh well, my mistake. Rest assured, it won’t happen again, inshaAllah.

It’s surprising how I’m taking this so well. Yea, it’s a substantial amount of money, I know. I’m sure that it’s a blessing in disguise.

Besides, the boyfriend hasn’t forgotten about me, and called! Really excited, and can’t wait to hear from him again. (Dependent much? Hehehe.)