When
the age of creeping up but the worship of the heart has not yet been seen, when it comes, of course, it will make some people nervous, and one of them
is myself. Of the many experiences waiting for a soulmate, one that I
will always remember is almost being entangled in love scams or becoming a victim of love fraud.
Doctor Profession
Thank
God my family is not a family that is ‘julid’ or fad to ask when our
extended family meets on Eid day. Although my mother was not too fussy
‘collecting’ when she had an agamy (mantu), I could feel her worry. This
seems to be with his enthusiasm when there are people who want to
introduce me to someone.
I still remember that
night my BlackBerry sounded—yup, is really the BlackBerry that used to be
booming with its BBM feature? Someone sent an SMS message stating that
he was a friend of my junior high school whom I had not met for a long
time. He called himself Mr. Indra.
Because he
brought my Uwa name, I also asked my Uwa directly on the phone. To be
honest, my Uwa is a gaptek, so I’m sure he didn’t memorize my phone
number. Uwa, I also said that a few days ago there was someone who called
and claimed to be Mr. Indra as a friend of Uwa in junior high school
first.
Although
Uwa claimed not to remember Mr. Indra, Uwa responded to Mr. Indra's
desire to introduce his nephew to Uwa's daughter or acquaintance. And of
course this is welcomed by Uwa with joy because he remembered one of
his nephews is still unmarried. Because I don’t know my phone number,
Uwa gave the house number to contact my mother.
It
was from that mother that Mr. Indra got my number. Although I intend
not to tell you not to tell my mother, the mother herself asked
if Mr. Indra has contacted me and warned me to respond well to Mr.
Indra's intentions.
Mr. Indra himself told my
mother that one of her nephews who works as a doctor in Kalimantan is
looking for a soulmate. The doctor was also in the process of moving to
RSCM Jakarta, so he intends to find a future wife through Mr. Indra, who
is domiciled in Jakarta.
But because Uwa still insists can not remember the figure of Mr. Indra. I just replied to his message with a short sentence, “Please return to Mr. E***ie (news), when he already remembers Mr. Indra, then we have a chat again.” Next I no longer respond to any SMS that Mr. Indra sent until finally the SMS stopped.
UNPAD Graduates
Five
years later, this time I received a call in my workspace. The caller
called Mr. Alex, mentioned my name and claimed to have met me when visiting
our office. He said he worked at the Financial Services Authority (OJK)
and had a meeting with 3 other colleagues and talked to me at that
time. To be honest, I was a little confused because we never worked with
OJK (of course our office never had any cooperation or any relationship
with OJK).
He brushed off my confusion and
diverted the conversation. He remembered when I met him I was still single
and asked if I was married or not. I answered honestly. He also asked me
how old I was. Again I answered honestly and said that I had just been
on my birthday for *two days earlier. He asked me kindly if I would be
pleased to be introduced to his best friend’s son, who worked with the
doctor in Maluku. He had permission to ask for my phone number and convey it
to the person who would be introduced.
Because
the position is in the office, I also told my friend. My best friend
supports me if you want to try to get acquainted and promise to
accompany me. I also told my aunt as a representative of my parents.
In
the evening, the phone rang and the voice of the man claiming to be
named Hadi with a log across the other was heard at the end of the
phone. Because at that time I was in the hospital, I promised to
continue the conversation when I had reached home.
Talks
continue when they arrive home. Hadi admitted that he had just finished
the farewell. The atmosphere behind it was quiet and I suspect it was because
the time, of course, was shown at 11.00 WIT there. Hadi said that he was
from Payakumbuh, West Sumatra, and had been an orphan for a long time
because both his parents and younger siblings were killed in an accident
in Kelok Sembilan.
Mr. Alex, as a family
friend, appointed Hadi as a child and schooled him in Bandung until he
graduated from medical studies at Padjadjaran University. I also stated
that one of my cousins also studied medicine at Unpad and is now a
neurosurgeon in a hospital in Bekasi. Considering the age of my cousin, of
course they will know each other if they used to study at the same alma
mater. Unfortunately, my question didn’t get any response.
There was a sense of wonder when I told her about my nephew, who was being treated for a typhoid
disease. Hadi did not respond to anything as if a doctor had heard
someone's medical history. For me, this is very unusual; there are no
questions or advice related to my nephew's illness. Hadi only focused on
my life story and advised me to be patient and always grateful.
Hadi
also told about his intention to return to Java Island and was trying
to move to Hasan Sadikin Hospital Bandung. Because it's late (in Maluku,
of course, it's almost midnight), we ended the call.
The next day, as soon as I reached the office I opened a web that contained alumni of the Faculty of Medicine Unpad. I saw the name of my cousin as well as the names of my friends who were continuing to study at FK Unpad after graduating high school. But I didn’t find Hadi’s name in some generations close to my cousin’s brother. My friend who is no longer practicing doctors because he switched professions to become a lawyer and politician is still listed as an alumni. Hmmm, weird isn't it!
Shortly thereafter, Hadi
called me again, this time asking for help borrowing my account for the
sale of houses and cars in Maluku. I replied in wonder why Hadi did not
use his own account. Hadi replied, "Because it will move to Bandung, of
course, the sales transaction account must be an account that is opened
in Bandung because later the money will be disbursed in Bandung as well."
I also explained that the bank account is online and can be accessed anywhere, even if we have moved cities. Although he no longer lives in Maluku, Hadi can still disburse his money in Bandung
or anywhere. It feels like this is basic knowledge that is definitely
known to anyone who has an account in the bank. And of course I don’t
think it’s the mode of a love scammer.
I also
asked why Hadi did not leave it to Mr. Alex or other relatives or
college friends who must still be living in Java. Hadi gave the reason
that he was reluctant to meet Mr. Alex and had no acquaintances in Java
except me. Hmm, again, I can't think. In the class of doctors, no friends
at all, yes? Either a fellow alum or a fellow doctor.
I
said I couldn't be like that. You can't leave money on someone who is
unknown or just known. Maybe I'm a bad guy. Hadi kept convincing me that
he trusted me. And he said it was okay to leave me because he believed
me and meant to be close and serious with me so as to entrust the money for the sale of the house and the car to me.
Although
I wanted to say "disrespectful," I refrained from saying rude and ended the phone call with a polite sentence that I basically refused and told him to
look for someone else only.
I also contacted a
friend who could track someone's whereabouts. A few hours later, Hadi's
position was traced to being in Medan, North Sumatra (complete with its
address), and I made sure this Hadi was a fraudster. I also sent him a
message because his mobile number is still active: “Good morning, Medan
City. Your location is already tracked.” -
I
also found out how I could call ‘Pak Alex’ to stray into my room. And it
turns out that ‘Sak Alex’ is randomly asking the office phone operator,
pretending to forget the name of the single employee he had met when
visiting the office. Of course, spontaneously, the operator remembered
me and immediately connected the phone to my room. I also then reminded
the operator not to just give a phone call if it is not clear.
At
that time I did not know the scammer of love and did not realize almost at once I was the victim. Rainly talked to others except with Zauji; it
turns out that this mode is still practiced many years later when I
got acquainted with Mother Fey from the Community of the Love Scammers. What is a love scammer? Let's get to know in the next story!
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