Actually, this is happened for about 2 years ago. But now, I can still remember it very clear. Actually, I really ashamed with this accident, because it was the most ashamed accidenst I’ve ever had. But, if it doest’t read in front of my class, I think that’s no problem. He’re is the story, it was almost 2 years ago, when I was at the frist grade of senior highschool. After I got my report book, I got the holiday for a week. Me an my family went to Bandung, because of my father bussines, and for having recreation too. After 3 days in Bandung, suddenly my old best friend from Garut called me. Because before went to Bandung, I had phoned her to inform that me and my family were going to go to Bandung. Then, when we were made a call by phone, she asked me to visit her in Garut. She said that to get Garut from Bandung only tool 2 hours, and she promised me to pick me up at the Garut bus terminal, so I decided to go to Garut my self. I prepared my clothes and dressed up like a boy, because I though it would be safety if I dressed up as a boy than as a girl. Then I went to Garut by bus and stayed there for only 1 day, and after that, I came back to Bandung by bus and with the same attired (like a boy). I tied together my hair and wore polo shirt, jean trousers, cap, and also my back pack fulled of clothes. After 2 hours passed, my bus arrived in Cicaheum bus terminal in Bandung. Then I immediately got down from the bus and walked headed to the main road. But not until 20 metress from the bus, I felt something wrong with my back pack. When I looked back, oh my God ….., I really really shocked, my back pak had opened and my clothes were spilled on the ground, included my underwear. Then I realized that I forgot to my underwear unto the plastic bag, so it spilled too. Maybe someone opened my back pack to take my wallet, but fortuned, I put my wallet into my troussers pocket. I looked around me, but the peoples looked very busy, I though no body pay attention to my things, so I took them and put them into my back pack as fast’as I could. I didn’t know how my face was at the time. Then after everything had packed, I walked again with an innocent face and didn’t care about peoples around me like nothing happened. But now, after 2 years passed, I really really ashamed if’I remember that time, and hoping that nobody remember that too. That’s all my unforgettable experience, I hope that careless thing won’t happen again. Thank you very much.
(This is story from my best frend Rina Lestari)
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