We had long three flights waiting, with a combined 13 hours layovers in Jakarta and Saudi Arabia, and we didn’t have enough money to book two nights in a hotel in Surabaya. Thus came the decision to book the first night, and spend the second night in the airport as our first flight was at 5 am anyway.
We moved from Malang to Surabaya, checked in the hotel, then went back to Mojokerto to pick up some stuff we had left in my girlfriend’s dorm room. On the way to Mojokerto on the bus, and as usual on all Indonesian busses, up came people selling souvenirs, massage tools, kitchen knives, full meals with chicken and rice, drinks, and among them came a guy that had one arm. One arm guy gave out empty envelopes and a paper written in Indonesian language. Though we didn’t understand what was written, we knew he is asking for any help.
Me, having a bit of a tougher heart, decided to ignore the request as I thought I am already too broke, I am the one that needs some help. My girlfriend, the sweeter half of the couple, spared all the change she had, a bit less than 10,000 Rupiahs (USD 1) in the envelope and gave it to the guy.
In Mojokerto, we picked up our stuff and we were about to step out of school to take a pedicab back to the bus station when the school’s principal stopped us to say the goodbyes, and then told my girlfriend, and I quote, “We were trying to find you for days now, we wanted to give you January’s payment!” We both looked at each other in confusion; for starters, it was only the first week of January and we were leaving, besides, she hasn’t worked for almost a month, considering her contract has already ended!
The guy ignored our confusion and walked to his office where he gave her her payment of 4 million Indonesian rupiahs (USD 400.)
I rest my case! Karma, you work miracles! I wish I knew you were THAT strong and fast to repay before!
Not only this, but he also offered us a free ride back to Surabaya all the way to our hotel in the school’s private car, as well as a paid dinner in the best sate place in Surabaya! He, and Mrs. Vice principal, joked a bit about how good sate is for sex, we just acted like we didn’t hear those jokes.
After dinner, back in our hotel, first thing we did was book a second night! Why sleep in airport and walk all day with baggage when we have some extra 400 dollars that came out of nowhere?
Moral of the story, karma is real! Karma works miracles!
Did you ever test karma? Did it work for you? Inspire me with those nice stories of how karma worked its miracles for you, whether good or bad! 😉