Missing
July 9, 2018
When he was drinking coffee in the living room of his apartment, he noticed an envelope on the coffee table. He had opened it one week ago but he left it because he was busy. It was from the company which he started to work for recently as a part time job. The letter asked him to send a copy of his registration number card.

His government started this card system a couple of years ago. It was called 'My Number' card system but he didn't know much about his card. He had a driving license and a health insurance card with him in his wallet when he went out. As he didn't know how this card was used, he kept it in a box with his personal seals and stamps.  

He opened the box and found that the card wasn't there.

He was a writer and the new job was a temporary job. The worker from the personnel section of the company had explained that they would send a letter enclosing a form that would need to be filled out, his bank's number to send his salary, his commuting course to the company for commutation allowance, and a copy of his registration number card.

When he received the first letter from the company, he felt something wrong because the letter didn't mention anything about the registration number card, although the person of the office mentioned it. Later, the letter that was now on the table was sent.

"At that time, when I received the form, maybe I prepared the card and left it somewhere." He usually used his working desk to write something, so it might be on the desk. He started to look on his messy desk.

As a writer, he gathered information from the Internet and sometimes printed out some info and left it piled on his desk. The letter and card should be under the pile. As he was a practical person, he started to sort through the documents. He could use this opportunity as a chance to clear up his desk.

After half an hour, his desk became clean and found the first envelop from the company, but there was no card.

He got another idea.
After filling out the bank number on the form, he returned the banking book into the box that he kept his banking info. Maybe he accidentally put the card into the box. The card was as important as banking materials, so he might have mixed it up. He liked this idea, but the card wasn't there.

He breathed deeply and started to think more. After a while, he got a memory. It was a little long ago, he couldn't remember exactly, he was asked to send the copy of the card to his insurance company. He sent it. He could remember this because the company scared him by saying that if he didn't, there could be some repercussion. The card might be in the envelop of that letter.

He started to look for the box, in which he stacked his documents from his insurance company. There was a large amount documents, as he kept all the documents. This was a good chance for him to sort through the valuable and non-valuable documents. It took more than an hour. It was a productive time period, he found the envelop; but, the card wasn't there. The letter's date was the sixth of March, more than two months ago, so at least at that time he had the card.  

He thought more.
When he sent the copy of the card, he must of made the copy at the convenience store. He usually made copies there. "Did I leave the card on the copy machine at the convenience store?" He became pale. If so, somebody could have taken it. Although he didn't know what they could do with it. But he soon remembered that the card had a thin plastic card case. If one took a copy of the card, one would have to take off the case, and after copying, one would need to put the card back in the case again. It seemed not probable that he left the card, an important card. He sighed in relief.  

Then he checked his bags he usually used thoroughly, but he couldn't find the card.

He checked any place where he could put something on ~ the coffee table, magazine racks, and other shelves. While looking, he cleared them up as well, but he still couldn't find the card. He became a dead rock.

He was sitting on the sofa and thinking what he should do next. He remembered his mother's saying, 'If you want to think orderly, you should make your room neat first.'  He already finished looking through important boxes, his desk, his tables and his shelves. He started to clean up other places like the sofa and the book shelves.  After that, he sorted through the closets and the cupboards. He washed his clothes that were on the chair. He washed the dishes around the sink. He vacuumed ...

After three hours, he was sitting on the same sofa, but the apartment was the cleanest that it had been in several years.  He was amazed, but he wasn't pleased because his first priority still remained, the registration number card. He sighed, "Now I cleaned all of the rooms, there are no places left to look for except for c "

Suddenly, an idea came to him. He jumped off the sofa and went to his car and opened the dashboard. His card was there! He remembered. At the day that he made a copy of the card for the insurance company at the convenience store, he put the copy of the card in an envelop, and put it into the post in front of the convenience store, which was located on his way to his gym. When he parked in the gym's parking lot, he put the card in his car's dashboard because he thought that to bring the card into the gym had a risk.

He was amazed at his boneheaded act to keep an important card in his car for more than two months. And he thanked his mother's advice very much.











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