My phone rang, someone called. Something wrong had just happened, I bet, judging from his tone. My feeling was completely right. I was an intern at Indonesia Embassy in Thailand, that time. Every morning I enjoyed my breakfast in front of Pantip Mall, right beside the embassy. One morning I accidentally dropped my wallet there and that was the reason behind that call. As a stranger living at a comfortable (yet also never-sleeps) city, Bangkok; realizing myself having my wallet lost, is quite like having a death verdict.
It took a little part of my heart when I met the person who found my wallet, face to face. It was such an effort in order to lead that dark-green wallet to return to its owner. He was an elderly, working as a cleaning staff in Pantip's mall. Not a single word was uttered when he handed me the wallet. A warm, sincere heart was reflected from the way he stared at me. I can't lie about that. He could have turned my recklessness into his luck, but he didn't, despite of his