that barely worthed bucket was gone...

It’s not like my bucket is covered with gold or something to make it worth stealing. As a matter of fact, it’s just a common medium sized bucket. The holding is covered with white plastic and a black tube in the middle to make it easier to grab. The color is a bit difficult to determine, it’s close to grey, but it also looks like a green bucket. The most important thing is, there’s my name written in the side of that bucket which I wrote using a pen correction.

In my dorm’s bathroom not every bathroom is provided with a bucket, so we have to bring one of our own every time we want to use the bathroom, including taking a bath, peeing and pooping :p. This is very frustrating because sometimes when I want to pee, I forgot to bring my bucket so I have to go back to my room. Due to this ineffective condition, I’ve decided to leave my bucket in one of the bathroom so that I can easily use it whenever I want to. I’ve lost my bucket once, but it was because I didn’t write my name on it so a friend of mine thought it was a nobody’s-bucket and she used it. That day, I bought a pen correction and immediately named my bucket.
Surely, I thought; now that my name is written on it, everyone would know that this very bucket belongs to me. But to my surprise, few days after I named it and I left it again in the bathroom, it was gone (again) =____=



I asked everyone about my bucket hoping that someone borrowed it without my permission. The result is a big zero. I searched everywhere but my bucket was nowhere to be found. The next day I searched all over the bathroom waiting in case my bucket reappears anytime.
Empty handed, I went back to my room and wrote this announcement:

DICARI

EMBER cantik berwarna ABU2 yang sangat pasaran

tapi bertuliskan nama ESTI,

dulu ada di kamar mandi ini

teman-teman yang mengetahui rimbanya

mohon sekali ya menghubungi ESTI

di E2.3.26 karena si EMPUnya

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TERIMAKASIH

It was a long shot but I kept my finger crossed.
The first morning, I searched for my bucket again but I still couldn’t find it…
The next day, still no sign of my bucket…
The next day, no one knocked my door to return my bucket…
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A week later I was going to the bathroom and just didn’t think about my bucket anymore when suddenly I saw it. There it was, outside the bathroom. Up to now, I don’t know who took it and I don’t really care. The important thing is that now my bucket has returned,, yeii!