One day my phone was there, and the next day it was gone. Gone without a trace.
But who could’ve done it? Who could’ve done such a senseless act? WHO?!
“I could’ve called my cell and easily found it,” you say?
Oh, no…. If only life was always so simple and straight forward. No way. You see, I had the silent mode on so that I could be in peace and quiet when the least I needed was a ring to break my coding/writing streak. In the age of information and communication overload, being away from it all from time to time can be healthy…
To make a long story short, luckily I had the vibrate mode on. And the phone model is old enough to “vibrate” quite loudly… After a few landline calls to it, I finally pinpointed its proximity in the house — in a far corner of the living room where DVDs were kept. And it’s not just hidden randomly in the orderly pile either — it was carefully tucked away behind the DVD stacks where it was buried under the cover of another DVD. OH~~ Whoever did this was good; whoever planned this thought it through; whoever did this never intended for me to find it… It was a masterfully orchestrated theft…
The first suspect was, of course, Bryan (What! Like Grace was going to hide my phone for fun!?). I offered some candies in exchange for the location of the phone. But no~~, he was no fool and didn’t budge.
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Who was behind all this? Bryan — now known as the Master of Treasure Burier, or I might as well call him the Asian toddler version of Arsène Lupin from now on.
We asked if he’d known where my phone was. He protested innocence and even offered to help (and did but only at places that I’ve already looked at right behind me and to no avail). And after I found the phone, he even became “genuinely” puzzled and queried how and why the phone got there (with a tiny sign of smirk in one corner of his mouth).
If even candies can’t buy him off now, I am worried if I’d ever be able to find anything in a couple of year’s time when there’s nothing that can make him talk…