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It was 10:02pm. Walking out of the office, I brought along a changing mood from boredom to happiness. It’s a Wednesday tomorrow, I thought inside. It will be my precious off day throughout the week. Walking along the road, down a small stairs to the car park…and heading to my car.
My dear always remind me to standby the car remote control in my hand and don’t wait too long to unlock the door (which I always used to do). With that in mind, I hold tight my remote control and unlock my car when I was approaching it. I stopped. Small pieces of glasses was all over the tar road. I remembered there wasn’t any glasses there before. First terrible thought came in, “Don’t tell me my car…”.
Looked up to my car and WTF!!! was my first expression. It was exactly what I thought in my mind. My car glass window which was beside the driver seat had been broken by some f*cker. I opened the door, staring inside for a moment, and I was so lost! I didn’t know what to do next. My CD player was still in place, but why? Why the glass had been broken? (Later, I found that the f*cker intended to steal my CD player, but failed to do so, as it was kinda stuck there…or perhaps someone passed by and the f*cker quickly ran away…well, those are just predictions)I was so nervous. The first person I thought of is daddy. I called his cellphone yet could not be reached. I called the house phone, ringing and ringing, yet no one answering. I called my sister’s cellphone…no one answered too..I had no choice, I was so helpless. I called my dear. He asked me to calm down but I was afraid, shocked and didn’t know what to do..crying like a baby…in front of some this-doesn’t-concern-me-at-all-looking security guards. I kept trying the house phone, hoping that someone could answer it. Finally, a voice came through my cellphone receiver.
“Hello!”
“Hello! Dad, my car glass had been broken..”, said me, with a shivering, sobbing voice.
“Huh? Where are you?”
“I’m still downstair of the office.”
“What’s the time now?”
“10.15pm…”
And the conversation went on, until a solution came up.
Police reported had been made.
Dad and I cleared the glass pieces from the driving seat.
I drove home in caution…not too fast as I feared that small piece of glasses might fly into my eyes or scratched my face.
I’m glad that one of my colleagues, Mr Tan, accompanied me for a little while before my dad arrived, when he heard the bad news.
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Today, my off day. Early morning brought my car to workshop.
Now I get back my car and everything is fine.
I’m glad that my CD player had not been stolen by the noob.
I’m glad that non of my belonging is lost.
I’m glad that my dear and friend concerned about me when I was alone in the darkness.
And of course, Dad, thanks for helping me when I was in need, although you were sick last night ><
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