Trapped keys!
Little did I vividly recall that very day I was awoken by dreams which come and go swiftly. It made my tired brain flip and flops at every few seconds’ interval. How very confused am I but I could hardly give an account to them. There and there, came a source of light so bright it pierce through my eyelids and an enchanted melody it seems filled my deaf ears. It took me a split second before I became aware of my surroundings. “Great!” I thought to myself as I sat up rubbing the back of my neck as if it might relieve the stiffness. I accidentally doze off with my chemistry textbook as a replacement of my soft and comfy pillow. Then I left the energy supply running through the cables of my computer, specifically my speakers and room lights all night. The amount of energy I wasted was enough to cause Mother Nature some definite consequences and I am aware of that.
Subconsciously, I reach over to my study and grab my cell phone. With a gentle click by the side of my treasured gadget it obediently displays the time of the day. 5.32 am. Reluctantly I force myself to climb out of bed although the temptation to snooze for another 15 minutes almost over took my flesh. Knowing I was early, I fiddled with my textbooks. Instead of rushing and dashing around my room looking for things in my unorganized room, I did things at my own pace with all the time in the world I had. It had suddenly occurred to me that perhaps I should try going out a few minutes earlier and try to catch the train. After all an early bird catches the worm!
At the crack of dawn, I drove steadily down the familiar looking road. Abandoning my time with God was enough for me to feel guilty. While driving I felt the urge to spend some quality time with Him instead of staring blankly at the long unwinding road. So I said my little prayer, asking him for forgiveness and stated my eagerness of steering my direction back onto Him only. I knew that I should tune my heart and check my relationship with God once a while. Maybe I have lost some fire like I use to have when I first found my ‘first love’ but the thought of me turning against God draws fear into my heart. I cannot imagine life without this Godly-man who has done so much for me.
Turning into the parking area my heart rejoices as a strategic parking spot awaits me. That was the nearest parking space to the train station with a tree spreading its arms so wide I am positive it would be able to shelter my vehicle from the blazing sun. I successfully parked my car, make sure I turn off the lights and started to gather my stuff from the passenger seat. My watch reads 06.39am when I glanced at it. I reminded myself that the next train would reach the platform at 06.42am. I came out of the car and immediately became aware of my surroundings as my arms supported my file and water bottle. My other hand was for pressing the lock button and was about to close the door.
The moment just before I lead the door to shut, something at the back of my brain seem to be whispering, telling me I forgot something. But what exactly is it? I just cannot seem to recall anything. At the exact timing where I heard a loud ‘bang!’ only did it occur to me. MY CAR KEYS!!! I peered through the window and I just saw my keys hanging at the ignition. The keys separated just by that thick piece of metal away from its rightful owner. How utterly dismayed am I to have let myself fall into such a silly mistake. My mind went blank for a second or two before I could feel the urgency as my brain scan through every single piece of memory that might help me out of this mess. Because I know mum would not be please with this.
Before my brain could cough up a method that might work I stared intently at the keys as if by doing so they would just appear in my hands and tried to give the door a few yanks but in vain. This may look hilarious but I would give a hunch in every possibility that might get me close to unlock or even unwind my mistake. I pulled out a hair pin off my hair and tried letting it slip through the key holes. I know it is close to impossible that this would work but that’s what we did during our secondary school days when either of us forgot to bring our locker keys. Thinking very hard, I knew needed something thin that would slide between the window and the latex around it. Yes, that’s it! I could try using the metal ruler I possess.
A friend once told me that there is a high probability of opening a locked door by just sliding a card or ruler between the windows and where the card or ruler hits the exact spot the door would unlock. I casually dropped my file and bottle to the ground and started searching for the ruler. As I tried my luck, I mouth my word of prayer and hoped very hard that this would turn out well. I even witnessed the train left the platform without me. Unfortunately nothing good came out of it. I am left with no choice but to resort to calling back home. Picking up my things, I ran to the nearest public phone as my cell phone was also locked in the car and scan my wallet for every single coin I had. It was then 06.43 am when I finally got through the line.
Hurriedly I gave a quick summary on my carelessness and ask by any chance if they could get the spare keys from my mother and drive the car home or something. I very well understand the consequences of leaving the car unattended with the keys hanging at the ignition. If the car vanishes, that would be the end of me. I broke the trust and responsibility that was accounted to me when I was granted full permission to use the car. I hung up and notice my watch now reads 06.45 am. Grabbing my things I ran to the station. While I was running my wallet accidentally slipped from my hand. As it touches the ground my involuntary action of moving legs could not stop in time due to the law of inertia kicked the wallet and it slide across the path.
Racing for time I did not bother about the 10 cents than rolled off nor did I care about that piece of white paper lying a distance from my wallet. I naively thought it was just an ordinary piece of receipt as I have the habit of keeping them. I scurried past, bent down, grab my wallet and headed straight pass the barricade. I did not stop to breathe until I make sure I got myself onto the platform because I know I might catch the next train. When I got my feet on the platform I check if I dropped my Rm50 which I stuffed in this morning to make payment for school miscellaneous. That is when another bomb was dropped on me.
That piece of white paper was not just any ordinary receipt but my pictures which I spent a good whole 15 bucks on them for my school’s necessity. It felt so right to rush back up and retrieve my pictures but I know very well I would definitely miss the train then. Just as I was struggling with me thoughts, true enough the train arrived. I boarded with massive emotions running through faster that I could give it a second thought. I glanced at my watch again and was positive I was going be late for my prefect duties. Above all that, I was dead worried of what would become of the car and at the same time angry with myself. I indulge in self-blame.
As I starred out of the window, many things came into consideration. I thought of the mode of transport that would get me home later. How I would call my aunt about things during recess later. The lecture and some scolding I would get from my grandmother and mum. How things had drastically manage to overturn my jovial mood into a devastating one. The evil one did take this opportunity to bombard me with doubts that God is good because since I have decided to turn over nothing good happens. But I know all this was a lie. This is just a small test and if I fail to get past this I know very well I would have disappointed my God who is forever proud of me no matter how bad I fair. Yes, it might be my worst day ever but in my heart I have faith that He would still protect me no matter what.
I arrived at the prefect room just on time to sign in and left straight for my duty post. My senior was concern by the fact that I arrive late and perhaps my expression unreadable. He asked if I was feeling alright and what had happened. I hesitated but was not ready to share this with him yet so I just told him I do not want to talk about it. Just then a classmate of mine approached me to pass me a white paper and told me a guy found this at the station and believes it belongs to me. Are things beginning to change? The day pass with worry and fear accumulated in my heart. I skipped recess since I had chemistry before that and I did not want to miss class. It was well past my duty time and I know it is not advisable to skip my duty for personal matters. I performed my duties and thought of calling after recess period but I had to rush for math class.
The ringing sound of the bell indicated that school was over. I pack up and headed for my ‘detention class’ duties. With an empty stomach since the morning I felt the orchestra going on in my hungry stomach. The thought of going for an emergency meeting called by the prefects with my hungry state kind of dampers my spirit. I asked for permission to call from my senior and he allowed me to do so. With the few amount of coins left I had to make quick conversations and got to know that I was suppose to go up to my mother’s working place and obtain the keys from her instead. This means the car is at risk!
Before I could end my DC, the meeting adjourned. I went for lunch at the canteen and decided I should ask for signatures from the senior prefects to complete my orientation form. They asked a lot of questions regarding the constitution. At 4 pm I finally left school and took the train to Hang Tuah station. I was kind of lost because I was not very definite about the exact location of Amoda building. I did not want to take the monorail because I think I deserve to walk rather than to waste money. I brisk walk as fast as my legs could carry me with the weight of books I am bearing. I finally reached the opposite of Amoda building and decided to give mum a ring. Then I climbed the pedestrian bridge to get to the other side of the road.
Due to some miscommunication I guess I waited for quite some time at the lobby of the building for my mother to appear but to no avail. I have working people staring at me as if I was from another planet. Perhaps it was because I was in school uniform. Unable to bear another passing minute I used the last of my 10 cents to make another call where I was asked to go up to the 7th floor. I got the key and was given a stern warning but she did not look furious. I scurried off, walked as fast as I could back to the lrt station, boarded the train and prayed really hard believing whole heartedly that my car would be just fine. That He would send angels guarding my car and would never allow something that I cannot possibly handle and put me to the test.
By the time the train left the salak south station, my heart was pounding so fast. I felt my body shivered as the train passes the parking lots while I tried to locate the car. The moment my eyes meet the sight of the car still parked safely there I felt a rush of relieve washed over me. Immediately I mouth a word of thank you to my Lord. Not loud but enough for Him to hear me. After I settled in the car I retrieve my phone from under the seat and called mum to ensure that the car is still in its best condition. She did give me punishments which I truly deserve them. Only I did not foresee this piece of written essay as a form of punishment because I expected something worse. Ban from using the car maybe? But all in all I was glad that everything turned out just fine. I did learn my lessons well and vowed never to repeat this foolish act in the future.
