SNL 2020

The Missing Wallet pt1

Me: Its there!

Qing: Then show me.

Me: Fine! My wallet is in our room. Lets get it.

Qing: Okay.

We marched into our bedroom and I took my wallet on top of my writing desk. I waved it in the air.

Me: Here. My wallet. Where I stashed a picture of you.

(Why do you have to say it like that?)

Because...whatever...

Qing: (holding his hand out) Let me check.

I slowly extend my wallet to him. But before Qing could take it, I snatched it back and hold it securedly against my chest.

Me: Don't you want to look for your wallet first? I think that is more urgent. Maybe someone is already using your cards while shopping. Lets look for your wallet first.

Qing: It can wait. Hand over your wallet.

Me: Qing...

Qing: Hand it over. Now!

I grimaced while handing my wallet to him. My wallet is made of premium leather, dark brown in color and I have been using it for almost three years now. Its in good condition because I am careful with it and its durable because its authentic leather which makes it a bit expensive but worth every penny I spent on it.

Qing flipped my wallet open and started sorting through my stuffs there. Cash, credit cards, IDs and business cards. I also have a lucky coin there and a lock of my godson's hair in a extra small ziploc bag. Yes, I was the one who first cut Meng's son's hair so I get to keep those baby locks.

I know. I know, I said I don't believe much in superstitions but there is an old belief in my hometown about a baby's first cut. The one who did it should be someone who loves the baby, but not the baby's parents, and the one who cut the hair should keep a lock of it for good luck of the baby. I say, I am keeping a part of my godson's luck on my wallet.

But my godson's cut hair or the lucky coin in my wallet are not the issue.

Qing: I knew it! I don't see my picture here. You don't have it here.

Me: (shocked) It's not there?! Why is it not there?!

I snatched my wallet back from Qing to shake it until items fell from it. Frantically looking for my fiancé's picture inside my wallet.

Me: (sounding distress) Oh! Its really not here? Why? I have it here! I know I have your picture here! Qing...Qing! Ah! Ah!

Those last sounds I made in surprise when Qing grabbed my nape and pinched the end of my hair.

Qing: (scowling) Tell me, you never had a picture of me in your wallet, right?

Me: (trying to pull myself from his strong hold) Qing, if on strand of my hair fell from what you are doing, I will really kick your ass. Let me go!

Qing: (squeezing my nape) Tell me the truth first. Did you ever have my picture in your wallet?

Me: I did! I did!

Qing: (letting me go) Then where is it now?

Me: (scratching my nape) I...ah...sort of gave it away.

Qing: What?

Me: (rolling my eyes) One of my younger cousins saw your picture in my wallet and decided she likes it. So I gave it to her. I told her she can run around her school saying that you are her crush.