In 2000, when we were in uni, I discovered that the ring Mak gave to me was missing.
Searched high & low for it & when I couldn't find it still, I sat on a bench infront of the hostel (kebetulan, bench tu betul2 in full view from his room). When he saw me sitting all alone at the bench, dia pun turun lah.

When he found out I lost the ring (I nangis sikit..sedih la katakan...), he came up to mine & mona's room. Together with mona, shikin & myself, we turned the whole room upside down. Carik bawah katil, belakang cabinet...anywhere you can think of in that little cubicle room of ours. Pon tak jumpa2 jugak...

Then guess who found it?

Me, Myself & I...

I found the ring, in my bathing glove! Yep, hehehe.
The whole thing turned out to be so hilarious, semua ketawa pecah2 perut seh..!

5 years later.....

We got married. And both of us hold on to our precious rings. Then last Friday, he found his ring missing (gee, such irony). Like dejavu, the whole searching episode repeated itself. Carik high & low, bawah katil, bawah sofa cushion, kat washing machine....tapi tak jumpa2 jugak.

Saturday came & passed by...Sunday came...still no sign of the ring.

Life went on as usual (duh!) & we went on the sembah2 thingy. Sekali tu, his face suddenly lit up when we reached his uncle's place at Yishun. His ring! He'd put his hands in his pocket...and realised his ring was hiding there after all!

Dua2 happy. We're even now, both with stories of our rings.. :p