40 days, and then gone

40 days

I bought this pair of shoes 41 days ago.

And it got stolen yesterday night.

I sincerely thanks God, I able to master my temper, and just wear my dad's slippers to the church. The usual me, I will just start blaming at no one, forgetting how to mask my face and anyone around me will just feel guilty for nothing.

I really thanks God, that I remember how to pray in that kind of freaking moment. Also, the more than 10 minutes of starting the getting older bike, had calmed my mood.

I praised God, that I didn't know who stole it, and I didn't bumped into the dude that stole during the middle of the night. I spent some empty lunch time thinking, what if I saw the dude when he was stealing? What if I go to the Lorong Kulit flea market and see the exact shoes?

I shivered when I came to the point of imagining if I'm the dude stealing the shoes, and Darren spots me stealing the shoes, and the thing going to happen next.

I can't imagine what beast I'm gonna turn into. Heck.

Anyway, now what? I definitely need to get myself a pair of shoes before I go back. For some reasons, really hate that.