Few minutes later and a couple of vendors away, Roland's phone rang. A phone call that changed the night from good to bad. That phone call was from Zurah, crying for help as she realized her wallet got stolen. We ran to the entrance to meet them. There they were, Zurah & the girls, discussing about what went down.

We inpected the bag and realized her bag was torn. It was a straight cut possibly made by a knife or a cutter. We panicked but maintained a brave face. We hurrily went to Highland Coffee to settle this down. As we discussed the many possibilities of ways on how the robber took the wallet, Zurah was on the phone with the Brunei's Embassy, her mum, some banks & a couple of vietnamese friends. 

The clock stricked midnight & the girls wanted to go back to the hotel. As we were walking down the streets, I looked upon my friends- tugging their bags closely to their body, looking cautious and walking fast. They were scared as shit. 

After sending Jas & Izza back to the hotel, we immediately went to the police station to file a report but the problem was that the vietnamese police cant speak english so we went to pick up Ha - so he could explained everything to the police and translated what the policeman had said to us and vice versa. 

An hour later, we found ourselves, marching back to the hotel, smoking the night away. We were worn out by this incident. Situation like this has made me realized (and taught) me to be more careful and be more aware with my surroundings whilst being abroad. Dont get carried away.