Phone ring woke up me. I took it, checked, then pressed the green button. The sign that I was receiving a call. There was a short conversation that made me not understand the plot. I don't blame it,  because I was in a state of semi-sleep. The anesthesia worked to damage of nerves in my mind slowly. Empty instantly. There was a roar of pressured that occured in a place window displaying dozens of telephone cards. That urge reminded me of the same two place names with different distances. It also forced my brain to cry, my heart beat fast, blood flow jammed. Immediately, I remember that my precious items wasn't with me. Confused is a word that is easily produced by my brain when it happened. My fingers were contantly searching for help through an application that uses it enough to just fill the internet quota. I tried online and offline helping and succeeded. One by one the problem was resolved. My precious items returned to my hand. Thanks to all my closest people who have helped me. I don't know what I'm replying for your kidness. But certainly, God knows the answer.