Basuh kereta

Sunday, 4th of March 2012
Time: 4.10pm
Location: In front of mom's house in Kepong

Pagi tu aku dah cakap dengan mama, nak basuh kereta. I think months jugak tak berbasuh kereta tu sejak cuaca asyik hujan je. But somehow, the inside tu yang super sepah with those pasir and what not.

Dalam jam 1120am, aku kluar ke car wash. Penuh pulak. Berderet kereta minta dibasuh. So aku balik rumah terus. Niat hati nak kluar balik after zohor.

Petang tu at 4.05 I decided to go to the car wash again. Dad said, 'takpelah. Nanti babah hantarkan'. I refused and said, 'nak isi minyak and topap touch n go sekali bah'. That is the thing I do every Sunday if I went to mom's. So on
Monday tak payah pening kepala bila ke opis di Putrajaya.

Keluar rumah, I locked the gate as usually. Lepas tu nampak dua motor park depan. Aku rasa tak best, tapi tak sempat lari. One motor with two persons standby depan rumah. Another motor park belakang kereta aku. One of them came near me. Aku punya panik aku jerit 'Mama!!!!'. Lepas tu Allah bagi ilham aku campak handbag ke rumah jiran sebelah. Tapi bag berat so tak lepas nak jatuh ke depan pagar instead.

The perompak took the bag and rode off his bike. Masa tu ada few yang nampak the scene and came to rescue. They even berkaki ayam kejar perompak tu semua. One chinese uncle kejar jugak with his bike. (I donno where this uncle came from). He said, 'mereka bawa yamaha. Tak boleh kejar. Laju'.

I remember the registration number very well. But upon arriving at IPD Gombak, police said it was a fake. The number is registered to a BMW of one chinese in TTDI.

Mom and dad rushed out and asked 'kenapa kenapa'. I said, 'kena rompak'. Tuhan aja yang tahu betapa dub dabnya jantung gua masa tu. Tangan was so shaking. Talked to one policewoman on the phone and passed the registration number of the motorcycle. She even high pitched to me, 'Q KE K?!!!' (Sorry can't tell the plat number). Sian gua. Dah lah kena rompak, kena marah pulak lagi.

Went to Balai Polis Desa Jaya. Report this and that and she asked to go to IPD Gombak sebab ada pegawai. Bodohkan sampai dua balai nak kena pergi. Sangat tak efisien.

After all, we went to IPD Gombak after asar prayer. Masa tu dah tenang. Boleh gelak-gelak sebab mama buat lawak. Alhamdulillah. She even gave me a class of air zam-zam beforehand.

Mama is the greatest. She did solat hajat masa my dad and I went to Balai Polis Desa Jaya. She even called other siblings about me. After that, sisters and brother asked about me.

Nak dijadikan cerita, polis di IPD kata 'awak mungkin tak nampak senjata dia pegang. kadang-kadang diorang ni dah standby parang belakang baju'. After isyak at surau, dad told one girl kena tikam and diragut last few weeks. Alhamdulillah, I was left un-harm by the indian thieves.

Thank you all for the doa. I'm still breathing. Still can smile and make jokes. After all, Allah is All-Knowing isn't it? It is he who permitted the scene to be happened. And He is also saved me from being parang-ed at! :)

Friends said keep strong and may He give me something better. I don't wish else but a husband who is soleh kaya lagi hensem who can protect me. And I don't need to go to places all alone. Tak malu I know. Tapi nak doa jugak. Hurhur

Not forgetting to those geeks in twitter who recommended me to install Plan B via gmail account. Thanks to you guys. I did make my phone as simcard lock; where the new simcard (except mine) which been inserted to the phone will send an sms telling the phone is been stolen. So we can know who's number is on the phone. The thing is, I am still waiting for Monday morning to come as I need help from friends who are working in telco company to check whose number is it, what is the IC, address and what not. Yes, that's why we need to register our phone number ya adik-adik.

Lesson learned, nevertheless.

And pls, don't mess with the geeks and the siblings.

Ps: will be going to Jabatan Pendaftaran Negara, Jabatan Pengangkutan Jalan and Bank Islam for the new cards. And also digi too. Apa-apa hal pun, hasbunallaha wanikmal wakil :)

Pps: ayat tunggang langgang. Biarlah.

Ppps: I still remember his ugly face. And I can't sleep at this odd hour :(

Pppps: I miss my fon. :'(
Good bye Rokstahhh (4 September 2011 - 4 March 2012)