Bismillah.
Sedar tak sedar, sekarang dah end of March dah. Cepat pula tiba-tiba masa berjalan. Rasa macam baru semalam sampai Ataturk Airport, baru semalam rasa teruja bila bercakap keluar asap kat mulut. Sekarang dah tinggal lagi 3 bulan lebih je kat sini. How fast time flies. Tapi alhamdulillah, dah banyak jugak yang Turki ajar aku tentang hidup, tentang budaya, tentang manusia.
Jadi berbalik kepada topik asal, yes, we have experienced how did it feels to be in a crime scene situation, secara real. This was how the story began.
Okay, jadi pada hari kejadian #26FEB2015, kami keluar rumah pagi-pagi macam biasa sebab we need to settle things down kat fakulti. Lepas semua dah selesai, rasa macam awal lagi masa tu, then we decided to go for a visit slash a walk. Dah bincang semua, we as in Maie, Nurin, Nana and me chose to go to Eminonu sebab aku nak pegi tengok shawls kat belakang Spice Bazaar. Okay. So, kami pun made our way to Eminonu, naik tram kat Laleli Universite, turun kat Eminonu. Macam biasa, orang kat Istanbul ni tak pernah sikit, hari-hari ramai. Dahsyat punya ramai. Dulu masa awal-awal sampai rasa macam terkejut jugak tengok keadaan orang terlebih ramai macam ni, sekarang dah boleh adapt. Cuma kadang-kadang rasa rimas jugak la. Sambung kisah tadi, dah sampai kat stesen Eminonu, jalan terus nak pergi kat Spice Bazaar. Masa on our way, kami stopped by kat LC Waikiki kejap, untuk cuci mata. Okay, ni first peak point of the day. When browsing through the clothes kat dalam LC Waikiki tu, I was feeling so overwhelmed sebab baju-baju dia sangat cantik and harga pun best! Siapa tak teruja kannnn baju murahhh. Lepas tu, kami berpecah-pecah la kat dalam kedai tu sebab masing-masing nak tengok baju-baju kegemaran. At one time, I had this feeling macam ada orang tengah ikut kat belakang. When I turned back, tengok ada la 2,3 orang perempuan tengah pilih-pilih baju jugak. Dah bosan kat tempat baju tu, I went to the front of the shop nak tengok kat section lain pulak. Masa kat section ni, baju-baju tu semua ya-Rabbi-murah-terkejut-jantung-saya punya harga. Memang dah plan, hari ni nak ambik lah satu baju ni, disebabkan murah tu. Tiba-tiba rasa macam ada orang tolak daripada belakang, langgar-langgar bag. I was thinking that, "am I blocking their way?", toleh la belakang, rupanya orang yang sama kat tempat tadi ada sekali jugak. Masa ni dah rasa tak sedap hati, then pegi tempat jauh sikit. I checked on my bag, and the zip was half opened, jantung dah berdegup 180 km/h.
I couldn't think properly masa tu, yang tau cuma kena check purse dalam bag tu ada lagi ke tak. Alhamdulillah it was still there. Lepas tu seluk poket jaket, muka dah pucat, speechless, POUCH KECIK DAH TAKDE! Ya Allah... Bila nak tengok perempuan tadi tu, dia dah kat tempat entrance, trying to run away. And I was not able to do anything sebab speechless.
Nana dah siap bayar semua, Nurin pun ada sekali, they came to me and the only thing that I was able to say was "Purse kecik meera dah hilang, ada orang pick pocketed meera." That. And the rest is history. We tried to cool ourselves down sebab we were too shocked :C
Half an hour later, we made our way to Spice Bazaar, sebab memang tujuan asal nak ke Spice Bazaar. Jalan-jalan kat situ, tapi my mind was wandering away sebab still fikir pasal insiden tadi. Towards the end of our trip tu hari macam nak hujan, so we decided to go back home. Walaupun dah jalan sampai hujung Spice Bazaar tu, tapi kami kena patah balik untuk ke stesen bas Eminonu. Lorong kat situ dah lah sempit and the crowd was crazy I couldn't breathe. Haih.. Tiba-tiba masa tengah jalan tu, dah sampai kat simpang, we heard a glass was broken. Macam ada orang baling batu and cermin pecah, and the last thing I remembered was someone was being punched by the crowd in front of me. Terrific. Kami 4 orang dah menjerit masa tu. Mana taknya, tersepit kat tempat orang tengah kejar criminal. Maie dah hilang, and I shouted her name to make sure that she was okay. And yes, she was sebab dia sempat keluar daripada scene tu. Kalau tak, dengan kami-kami sekali kena tumbuk agaknya. Ya Allah.. Orang Istanbul ni ganas-ganas. Kalau kami terperangkap dalam scene macam tu pun kami taktau nak react macam mana. Tak faham bahasa diorang dah satu, nak mintak tolong dan terangkan the real thing pun tak boleh sebab tak tau bahasa diorang.
We were too exhausted that day, cuma kami anggap benda yang berlaku hari tu satu pengalaman dan kenangan yang pahit tapi melucukan sebab macam lost. Dah jatuh, ditimpa tangga pula. Aku la tu. Haha..
Alhamdulillah 'alaa kulli haal. Allah suruh kami belajar sesuatu kat sini..
Jangan percaya orang sangat, tak kira baik mana pun orang tu, dan sedar, at last, Allah je yang kami ada untuk mohon pertolongan dan perlindungan. Kalau dah menjerit mintak tolong pun tapi takde orang faham sama la tu macam tak mintak tolong. We are not kids anymore, we are grown ups who're still trying to figure out what life is.
Ameotteun (Anyways).. We are still living, learning what and how Istanbul is.
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Miahahaha. Bye.
Funnnnnezzz. Ok fun.
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