My Rental Love

Finally, we reached the checkpoint and that was when my greatest nightmare occurred.

"Maam, your passport please."

"Sure, hold on!" And as i reached into my bag's side pocket which was designed to fit my passport snuggly, realisation dawned on me that nothing was in it, the pocket was as empty as a goldfish brain.

In my head, all i could think of was "I'm never going home, i'm going to live life here as a fugitive, a MAN WITHOUT PASSPORT!"

I panicked, the long line behind me wasn't helping, i could hear people secretly cursing me out and i was about to break down real good. Then, a bead of cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead.

Just when i almost lose it, a kind voice whispered in my ear.

"Is this yours?"