The Feeling of Losing a Phone

I always lose my phone. Not all of the time, sometimes it's just damaged. I am clumsy that way. This time though, it's a different story. It was stolen. The person who stole it was even sitting beside me hours ago. I could have caught him if I realized that it is lost right away. It didn't struck me. And I am not naturally a suspicious person. But now? I might and I need to.

I Lost it in the Bus

I'm a sleepy person, it has been my problem ever since. So I nap in the bus until it already passed our house. First time it happened and the first thing I did? I searched my phone. I do that every minute to communicate with my bf. I cannot find my phone in my bag. The pocket of my laptop bag that was in my lap was strangely open. But I need to get up already and leave the bus. Down the road, I searched for my phone. It's not there. I want to pour all my things out from my bag but where can I do that in an unfamiliar place? I am already panicking but I'm trying to be optimistic. The phone might be in my bag. I decided to just go home and have a better search inside my bags.

I heard conversations at my back... I feel suspicious at person sitting at my right side. There was a moment I felt him move side-wards and I am not comfortable at him.

“Please.. it has to be there” that was my silent prayer when I was walking on the way home. When I came, I immediately scattered my things and yes... I'm really unfortunate, it's gone. How I wish I have a car and that I could chase the bus. I really wanted to try but the vehicles here are few.