We were out that day - attending a small birthday party in Gyotoku, if I am not mistaken.
Mida and Acoi had left some jeruk for me at home that evening.
I was really looking forward to eating some jeruk - but we only left Gyotoku at around 9.30 p.m. and when we arrived home about an hour later - there was no sign of the jeruk.
No sign of it on the first floor.
Nor on the second, third, fourth or fifth floor.
Checked the first floor again - on the shoe racks, at the back of the door, in the office area.
Nothing.
Texted Acoi - asking where did he put the jeruk?
Mida called me back almost immediately.
"Dekat pintu depan masjid, kat bawah."
Oh dear, I should have advised them beforehand to put it in front of the house, on the fifth floor.
"Tak ada ke? Orang dah kebas ke? Alaa... kitorang dah bagi semua jeruk yang ada kat rumah ni..."
So there, no rezeki lah kot. I thought I just have to wait a little while longer as I had also asked Mak to post me some jeruk from Malaysia...
The thing is - sometimes hubby and I left some stuff for homeless ojichans next to the masjid's door, but so far, nobody has taken anything left for us on the masjid's door. Stuff like non halal milk (two cans of Meiji Hohoemi formula that I received after giving birth to Humaidi), non halal sweets (containing gelatine, mistakenly bought by hubby), non halal chocolate (containing alcohol, given to us by non Muslim friends) or non halal crisps (mistakenly bought) and as such.
Anyway, right after Mida called, I went back down, and looked at the spot where hubby and I usually leave some stuff for homeless ojichans - and what do you know? There was a white plastic bag containing several disposable bento containers filled with jeruk!
I excitedly texted Mida again, explaining that I found it at the spot where we usually leave some stuff for the homeless.
"Ada jeruk salak, kelubi, mangga 2 jenis, kedondong, pala..." Mida explained the supposed contents for me.
Salak. Checked
2 variety of Mangga. Checked
Kedondong. Checked
Pala. Checked.
Eh,eh - no kelubi lah...
"Hah? Jeruk kelubi tak ada?"
Nope, not one single kelubi was among the assorted jeruk left.
"Agaknya pakcik homeless tu ingat kelubi tu umeboshi kot..."
I hope that ojichan, whoever he is, did not get stomachache from eating jeruk kelubi which might have been mistaken for umeboshi...
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