I still couldn’t believe it happen.
I couldn’t believe it could happen to me. Couldn’t believe it happened in Bandung -a place where I feel much safer compared to Jakarta.
Ate Lan and I went to Bandung last Friday to spend the Holy Week with fellow Filipinos. They usually meet in church and gather after mass for some snacks and chat.
It was a backpacker’s plan. We didn’t intend to spend a lot. We stayed in a kost (like a boarding house) and no plans to go shopping in the factory outlets in Dago.
We arrived at around 12:30. We unpacked and went out to eat lunch then meet some friends. But before we can even decide where to eat, two guys (I’m not even sure if they were both guys) in a motorcycle had my bag. I felt like it was in slow motion but they were about more than a meter when I realized they already have my bag and I screamed.
I screamed then people from the restaurants and stores came out. The nearest security guard and some others tried to run after them, but what can they all do? The snatchers were riding a motorcycle.
They got my bag. In it is a camera, a cellphone, a purse with 1.3 million rupiahs (about 6,000++ pesos) and ATM card, a pair of Coach sunglasses, and make up kit. I would have felt OK if those were only the ones taken. I can earn the money and buy the rest. They were old stuffs anyway and needs to be replaced soon. I could have replaced it already but I was just trying to keep myself buying since they were still usable.
I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. It was already 1:00 p.m. by then, no breakfast, no lunch, but I lost my appetite.
But it was more depressing because that bag was a Louis Vuitton Speedy 35 I got from my mom. That night, I sent them a message asking them to have my Globe number blocked. I told them my phone was snatched. My mom replied telling me to be careful and that I should not use my phone while walking, that I should just keep it in the bag on silent mode. She didn’t know that it was in the bag. She didn’t know it was the in the LV bag. She didn’t know that it was the bag that was snatched. Now, I don’t know how to tell her.
I couldn’t tell her. I couldn’t because I lost it in Bandung. Because why was I in Bandung when she kept telling me not to always go out of town.
People said that everything happens for a reason. They kept telling me that it aims to tell me something. Is it because I am not supposed to go there? That I’m supposed to be saving and not going anywhere for vacation? I don’t really know. Because for me, I got invited there to spend the Holy Week, to mingle with fellow Filipinos, to celebrate the Holy Week the Filipino way.
We’re back here in Jakarta. We didn’t get to attend the Easter mass anymore. We left last night and arrived past midnight. I couldn’t stay there because I don’t have money. It was all in the bag. I went there on a budget but I returned home bankrupt.
I was thinking, I could have used my other bag. I wouldn’t have felt this bad. It wouldn’t have been stolen in the first place.
But there are lots of things I am still thankful for. Ate Lan and Kuya Luis paid for everything. Fellow Filipinos showed sympathy and concern. Ate Karen, paid for our lunch. Kuya Marcie prepared our breakfast. Ate Almira and friends prepared some snacks. All of them provided nice stories.
I am thankful to my other friends, Indonesians but Filipinos by heart, Kuya Arie and Kuya Gustaf. They are always ready to help. I also got to meet new friends Kuya Reza and Ate Cresny ? (I don’t know how it’s spelled). It made me forget for a while because of all the laugh we had last night.
It was also a blessing that Ate Lan realized she still had my allowance. I was able to have some money for the next day. I also planned to bring my laptop that day but I opted not to because I don’t want to carry something heavy. It could have been worse if I had brought my passport with me. Ate Lan and Kuya Luis brought theirs. It would cause too much hassle if it was one of their bags.
I lost a lot. I don’t even know how to replace all of it before I go home this June. But I am still blessed with a lot of other things. I was not hurt physically. We returned home in one piece. I saw great people around me.
To my friends, Ate Lan, Kuya Luis, Kuya Arie, Kuya Gustaf, thank you. I couldn’t thank you enough.
To my new found friends, Kuya Reza and Ate Cresny, let’s plan the Pinoy cook-out soon.
To my fellow Filipinos in Bandung, Kuya Marcie, Gingr and Ate Pats, Ate Joan, Ate Karen, and everyone else. Thanks for the help and warm welcome. See you again soon.
To the people who tried chasing them, thank you for helping.
To the the lady with child asking for alms, thank you for making me realize I have so much else to be thankful for.
To God, it was definitely a tough test.
Happy Easter, everyone!