It was one fine afternoon, I opened the office door and walked through the threshold.
No one was there but a man, unfamiliar.
He was cool and neat, in his maroon suit and black trousers, with a little beard around his cheeks.
Never had I met quite like him before.
He was sitting in the corner, he seemed occupied, staring at his handphone.
I was ignorant, maybe a shy as well. I didn’t care, neither did he.
I sat in the opposite way.
We didn’t talk nor smiled.
Suddenly he asked me the prayer room, I pointed at it, telling him the direction.
He followed, and I shifted.
Minutes passed, I was sitting with a few colleagues and he showed up.
They began chatting, I muted.
I didn’t speak a word, but my ears listened.
Still, I didn’t care.
We might intentionally have put a glance, curious but doubtful.
Then off we went, after work.
I was walking alone in a mall next to my rent house. Unbelievably, I saw him roaming in front of me, alone, still in a maroon suit.
Assuming that he had known me from the office at his first day of work, I patted his shoulder and I said “hi”.
Shamelessly, I smiled, but didn’t bother asking him where to go.
The word “hi” could be a literal goodbye, as I walked past him and didn’t look back.
Nothing I had in mind to ever see him again.
But then, destiny said the other way.