A Terrible Day
For some people, Monday is the scariest day among the days in a week. Some of them even called Monday as refer to Monster Day. They make such kinda joke because people feel that having two days of the weekend is not enough. Others people claim Monday is the day where every terrible thing happen and it can ruin the mood for starting a day. Such paradigms are constructed mostly because of the personal experiences. For me, not all Monday is a terrible day. But the story I want to share here is the story of my most terrible Monday ever in my life.
It happened on Monday, October 22. I woke up with a casual feeling and feel completely ready to go to campus. I dressed well instead since my mood to dress up was good at that time. My roommate, Hesti, and I wanted to leave our apartment around 8.15. I was the one who always takes care of everything such as lock the room, keeps the key, and stuffs. I said to her that I wanted to take a bottle of soy in the kitchen, so I put the lock hung in the door and let her lock before we left. I remembered that the keys were still on my table. At first, I thought she would get the keys with her before locking the room.
When we reached into the lift, she asked to make sure if the keys already in my pocket. Goodness, I shocked and so was she. I knew that I forgot to remind her, but then again I thought she would get it. In her mind, she thought that I had the keys and put that on my pocket as I usually do, but the only thing I had on my pocket was a euro. At first, I tried to calm myself by telling it was okay since we could ring the bell, so our other roommates could open the door for us. Sadly, that kind of thinking was not last long when Hesti reminded that if we left the locked room while the key was in the room, so the conclusion, both of us could not enter our room. She was right! I started to panic, but I could not. I was supposed to worry, but instead of put a worried face, I laughed very loud. It was a fake laugh though. She also laughed. We laughed not because it was an easy thing to deal with, but because we laughed for our reckless and why this thing happened to us. Deep down in my head, I thought many things for some solutions.
Our plan A was sent a message to all our roommates, told them what time me and Hesti would come back after class and asked their help to open the door for us. That was easy. We didn't think about how we could get into our room yet. In the class, before the lesson started, both of us searched on YouTube for some tutorials of open the lock without a key. We got one solution, but still, we did not know if it was work or not. None of us had experience in trying to open the lock without a key. Back then if this case happened in my country or city where I live, I won't that panic. I simply would call a key-service man and asked them to fix it for me. I believed here in Murcia, there must be someone who could do that, but again the language barrier was the problem and also we did not know where to find them.
We went back from campus around 13.00 and arrived at our apartment around 13.30. Kiril, our Bulgarian roommates, opened the door for us. He asked the same thing of how I and Hesti could go into our room. With not-so-confident face, I said that I had learned how to open the lock from YouTube. He watched me practising everything but the lock would not open. Then, his turn to try what I did. The room still locked until he said that if we wanted, he could ask the workers in front of our room because they renovated a new room there. They just had a lot of equipment to broke the lock. I told him that it was the last choice and I did not want to broke anything unless I wanted to have a problem with my landlady.
With the trembling heart, I dare myself to text Mary, the landlady. I explained the situation very concise and I also said sorry. I also asked her about Kiril's opinion on breaking the lock. She said no, obviously. Then she said to me I did not have to worry because she had an extra key. How relieved I was at that time to know the fact that I won't sleep in the living room. I told my landlady that I would go to her home after I had my lunch. She lives near Marina Espanola so I went there by walking instead of taking a tram.
After 10 minutes walking and met her, I got the key, finally. I was beyond happy when I received that. Mary even invited us to come over to her place to have tea. We accepted her invitation. Her place is so lovely. I met her husband, daughter, and her cute grandson named Titi. He was a two-year-old boy and so adorable. Her family greeted us warmly and she made some cakes which tasty as well. I went back home after an hour. On my way, my panic already faded away. I could finally go into my room and laid down on my bed. I would try not to forget my key anymore. My terrible Monday was wrapped very well with my cheesecake I had.
It happened on Monday, October 22. I woke up with a casual feeling and feel completely ready to go to campus. I dressed well instead since my mood to dress up was good at that time. My roommate, Hesti, and I wanted to leave our apartment around 8.15. I was the one who always takes care of everything such as lock the room, keeps the key, and stuffs. I said to her that I wanted to take a bottle of soy in the kitchen, so I put the lock hung in the door and let her lock before we left. I remembered that the keys were still on my table. At first, I thought she would get the keys with her before locking the room.
When we reached into the lift, she asked to make sure if the keys already in my pocket. Goodness, I shocked and so was she. I knew that I forgot to remind her, but then again I thought she would get it. In her mind, she thought that I had the keys and put that on my pocket as I usually do, but the only thing I had on my pocket was a euro. At first, I tried to calm myself by telling it was okay since we could ring the bell, so our other roommates could open the door for us. Sadly, that kind of thinking was not last long when Hesti reminded that if we left the locked room while the key was in the room, so the conclusion, both of us could not enter our room. She was right! I started to panic, but I could not. I was supposed to worry, but instead of put a worried face, I laughed very loud. It was a fake laugh though. She also laughed. We laughed not because it was an easy thing to deal with, but because we laughed for our reckless and why this thing happened to us. Deep down in my head, I thought many things for some solutions.
Our plan A was sent a message to all our roommates, told them what time me and Hesti would come back after class and asked their help to open the door for us. That was easy. We didn't think about how we could get into our room yet. In the class, before the lesson started, both of us searched on YouTube for some tutorials of open the lock without a key. We got one solution, but still, we did not know if it was work or not. None of us had experience in trying to open the lock without a key. Back then if this case happened in my country or city where I live, I won't that panic. I simply would call a key-service man and asked them to fix it for me. I believed here in Murcia, there must be someone who could do that, but again the language barrier was the problem and also we did not know where to find them.
We went back from campus around 13.00 and arrived at our apartment around 13.30. Kiril, our Bulgarian roommates, opened the door for us. He asked the same thing of how I and Hesti could go into our room. With not-so-confident face, I said that I had learned how to open the lock from YouTube. He watched me practising everything but the lock would not open. Then, his turn to try what I did. The room still locked until he said that if we wanted, he could ask the workers in front of our room because they renovated a new room there. They just had a lot of equipment to broke the lock. I told him that it was the last choice and I did not want to broke anything unless I wanted to have a problem with my landlady.
With the trembling heart, I dare myself to text Mary, the landlady. I explained the situation very concise and I also said sorry. I also asked her about Kiril's opinion on breaking the lock. She said no, obviously. Then she said to me I did not have to worry because she had an extra key. How relieved I was at that time to know the fact that I won't sleep in the living room. I told my landlady that I would go to her home after I had my lunch. She lives near Marina Espanola so I went there by walking instead of taking a tram.
After 10 minutes walking and met her, I got the key, finally. I was beyond happy when I received that. Mary even invited us to come over to her place to have tea. We accepted her invitation. Her place is so lovely. I met her husband, daughter, and her cute grandson named Titi. He was a two-year-old boy and so adorable. Her family greeted us warmly and she made some cakes which tasty as well. I went back home after an hour. On my way, my panic already faded away. I could finally go into my room and laid down on my bed. I would try not to forget my key anymore. My terrible Monday was wrapped very well with my cheesecake I had.
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