My mom woke me up this morning at 10, disturbing my peaceful Saturday morning (because only perawan should wake up early, slut like me must wake up after noon), said that there was a phone call for me from Cititrans Travel. I was still on ‘lulungu’ mode (lulungu, origin: sunda, a state where you have just woken up from a very peaceful sleep and your brain is not functioning yet) while answering it. Here’s a sneak of my conversation:
Me: Haalooo?
Other End: Dengan Ibu Anastha? (oh, I hate being called ibu…)
Me: Ya….?
Other End: Ibu kemarin naik Cititrans jam berapa ya bu?
Me: E….. (thinking about this was apparently harder than doing mid-test) E…. (it took about half a minute to remember) Jam 6… dari Kelapa Gading…. Iya, jam 6 dari Kelapa Gading.
Other End: Ibu ketinggalan sesuatu ga?
Me: (stop calling me Ibu, already!!!!) E…. apa ya? (apparently I’m not just a slut, I’m a STUPID slut) Aduh saya belum ngecek….
Other End: Begini, kami menemukan dompet Bu, di dalamnya ada SIM atas nama Anastha Eka Susanti.
Me: Oh ya? (See? Stupid that I am…) Ya ampun, saya belum cek! Ya ampun, makasih ya Pak!
The rest, he mentioned what else were in my wallet then said that I could pick it today. Oh, I am soooo grateful! There were no money in my wallet (haven’t had my pay yet!), but the cards are beyond important. Driving license, ID, 2 ATM cards. I lost a wallet about a year ago and it took a lot of time and money to have the cards back. You should make a police report, then face a series of annoying administrations.
After incidents like this, usually there would be a letter in newspaper the next day, saying:
“Saya sangat berterima kasih kepada manajemen Cititrans yang telah mengembalikan dompet saya dalam keadaan utuh. Dalam hal ini, manajemen Cititrans telah menunjukkan profesionalismenya dalam menjaga kenyamanan dan keamanan pelanggan. Salut kepada mereka…. blablabla….”
But this is not Surat Pembaca, so I will just say a very much thanks to Cititrans. Hope you can serve better.
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