Yesterday. I lost my cellphone.
When I arrived at Pacita, I noticed my cellphone was not in my pocket. My friend Mapi and I traced and analyzed the places we have gone. I was not really worried then, because I felt that I would find it eventually. We even went back to my friend’s house and it wasn’t there.
I don’t usually place my cellphone in my shorts’ pocket. But yesterday, I placed it in my pocket because I was sending important messages to people I know, and placing my cellphone in the bag wasn’t helpful. After that, I started to worry.
I started to think: gosh, I am changing my number again, I will buy a new cellphone; I hate those hassles.
I actually didn’t care about the cellphone. I have important contacts in my cellphone, and I’m pretty sure you’d feel the same way. We kept on calling the cellphone for two hours. It was ringing but no one answered. After several minutes, a guy answered.
“Hello? Kuya? Kayo po ang nakakuha ng cellphone?
“Hindi, anak nya to.”
“Kuya.. baka pwede ko naman pong makuha ang cellphone ko..”
“Bukas, kasi nakauwi napo di na po nabyahe.”
“Baka po pwedeng puntahan ko nalang? Sige na po.”
“O sige okay lang.”
“San po kayo banda?”
And he told the place where we should go. Turns out, the cellphone accidentally fell from my shorts pocket while riding a tricycle hours earlier. I was hesitant to go there at first so I looked for somebody to accompany me. Jhun-jhun volunteered. I called my cellphone again, this time, it’s the father who answered. He kept mentioning a lot of stuff, But I didn’t mind anymore because I can’t hear him clearly.
“Kuya, andito na po kami sa may kanto.”
“Ah, o sige, antay mo ako dyan.”
We waited at an outpost inside the subdivision where many people pass by. He arrived with a guy riding the tricycle I also rode earlier.
“Ikaw ba yung sa cellphone?”
“Opo kuya!” (with joy on may face)
“San ko kayo isinakay?”
“Sa may Pacita po.”
“Ah yung dalawang babae kayo?”
“Ay buti naitago ko. Nakuha nung pasahero ko kanina, sabi nya ‘Sa inyo po ba ito?’ Ay kung hindi pa nya nakita ‘di ko mapapansin.”
And he handed me the cellphone.
“Kuya salamat po talaga. Salamat po ng marami.”
“Oo sige, walang anuman iha.”
We were about to leave and then I remember to ask for his name.
“Salamat po ulit kuya. Ano po palang name nyo po?
Courtesy of Mr. Google. :)
I gave him something. I just expressed my sincerity. “kahit pang meryenda lang” as you may call it. I kept on repeating, “Ang bait naman ni kuya, baka kulang pa yung bigay ko, yun lang nadala kong pera.”
“Hindi mam okay lang po yun, parang ayaw pa nga po kunin.”
“Eh kasi, ramdam ko, kulang pa yung binigay ko, kesa katapatang pinakita nya.”
“Ay sayang mam, hindi tayo nakapagpa-picture.”
Along the way, I was ready to buy a new phone. As I know that in times like these, nobody would return things like those, and it’s like ‘hard-to-believe-its-real’ stories of some sort that I watch on TV.
But this man, without any hesitance, returned the cellphone, with a smile; a deed that you don’t encounter everyday. He could just have kept the cellphone, changed the sim card and used it as his own, but didn’t. You might say, “Eh, anyway, it’s just a cellphone..” But for me, it is the deed and attitude that mattered.
And with this, I know that there is still goodness that lies in the hearts of most people. And I just encountered one. I thank God for this nice day and nice people.