Two Men
Meet a stranger

Kania runs in pursuit of an inter-city bus that stops at a stop. Lots of people are riding, so the bus looks full.

Kania ride. Fortunately, there was still time because the bus door was almost closed.

"Thank you." Kania nodded towards the driver because he was willing to wait.

The bus atmosphere is very dense. Many stood up. Kania had to do the same. Holding onto the space provided, Kania began her journey.

The transportation he was traveling on was only in this city. This aims to facilitate the workers in the activity and to reduce congestion.

Kania stood quietly. The car stopped back at the next stop. Some are down, some are up. Most of them are actually riding, causing the situation on the bus to get denser.

Behind Kania looks an old man. He was about forty years old. The man deliberately brought the body closer to Kania, making it uncomfortable.

Kania looked back. It was difficult for him to move to the right and to the left because it was full. The old man smiled slightly with a savage look. For Kania it was scary.

"Sorry, sir, can you shift a little backwards?" It was unexpected that a young man with a backpack behind him reprimanded. It is on the right side of Kania. "The mother, it's uncomfortable." 

"You're comfortable or not, it's a risk. His name is also on public transport. Full again. It's only natural to stick with each other," replied the old man did not accept.

"That's true. But, I see you're actually intentionally attaching the body to this Mbak."

All the passengers' attention was on the two men of different generations.

"Hey, what do you mean?" The old man looked at the young man's face. "So, the young man should know ethics when talking to the old man!"

Kania quiet. The journey becomes stressful. Unexpectedly the young man pulled the tip of Kania's white shirt, shifting Kania's body slightly. The current position of Kania was in front of the young man, but it was still a little distance away. "You are older than me, but your ethics are not good. I can report you to the police for harassment charges in public places!"

Kania jerks. He suddenly complied and stayed under the protection of the young man.

"What is the evidence that I was harassed?" ask the old man with high emotions.

"See this." The young man showed the video footage he took a few seconds ago. "Is this less?" 

"Damn it!" The old man was upset. Everyone stared at him so cynically that the bus stopped at the stop again. And the man came out with all his vows.

The bus is back. Kania is still in her position. 

"Ah, sorry." The young man removed his grip on the end of the Kania shirt. "I didn't mean to touch you."

Kania. Shifted back to his place. Given the state of the bus began to loose, the place was still empty.

"No pa-pa, Mom. Thank you for helping me," replied Kania slowly.

"Either. You have to be careful in a crowd like this." 

Kania nodded slowly. He did not dare to raise his head to look at the man's face. "Yes, Mum."

The bus was safely under control. Kania breathed a sigh of relief as she survived something she could not have imagined.

Not long after Kania's phone sounded. Quickly the woman's hand reached into the bag. 

There's a Radit name in there. Kania was silent for a moment, staring at the phone screen. Think a few times, then decide to answer the voice call.

"Assalamualaikum," said Kania.

"Yes. Why?" ask Kania.

"No. Sorry, I didn't get to say it again. Hurriedly."

"Not pa-pa." Kania's heart was reminded of Radit. "Have you arrived? Didn't you just leave?"

"Yet. Breakfast for a minute. I didn't have breakfast either."

"Oh …." Kania was confused asking what else.

"Yes, I want to continue the journey. Take good care of yourself. Assalamualaikum." 

"Yes. Greetings waalaikum." Kania hung up. His gaze was straight ahead, observing other vehicles passing in another lane.

The young man beside him observed, then refocused forward again. The streets are often jammed in the morning. Understandably, that is the time that many people use to go to work, school, college or make a living.

The bus kept going until it stopped again at the next stop. Here many passengers disembarked including Kania and the young man.

Kania tidied up her hijab that had been damaged. Make sure none of the hair looks out.

The young man was on the right side of Kania. Pay attention to every movement of the woman with the hijab covering the pink chest. The wind blows, to blow the back of the hijab Kania dangling. Touching the man's face gently.

Lately, strong winds have been hitting the city. Sometimes the wind comes with rain and lightning. Frighteningly.

The man's hand took the strand of the hijab. The softness of the fiber of the hijab cloth touches the breast, especially the movement of Kania which immediately turns around the body after realizing it.

"Astagfirullah, sorry, Mas." Kania nodded quickly. He tidied the pink pashmina so as not to catch the wind again.

The man just remained silent. Kania's beautiful beads hypnotize her. Making the man's body sculpt with the mind fly air aimlessly.

"Once again sorry, Mas," continued Kania. 

The man woke up. "No problem. Your hijab only flies a little because of the wind." He develops a smile.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Lately the wind is extreme. You should wear a headscarf with a non-slippery cloth."

Kania stunned. Among the thousands of humans he met, only this time there was a species of man who noticed the hijab he was wearing. Even Radit never commented.

Not angry. Kania is grateful. That means that the person respects women very well.

"Yes, Mas. It looks like the weather is not friendly" said Kania.

Before he stepped up, the man returned with a sweet smile. "Then I say goodbye. Assalamualaikum." He moved towards the front, passing through Kania. The fragrance of perfume pierced Kania's nose. Fresh and soothing.

"Wa'alaikum greetings," answered Kania silently on the spot. 

Between the trips, the back of the man is wider and has a characteristic. Kania briefly looked, until he withdrew to the real world again. 

"Astagfirullah, it's too late." The girl ran to the right. The company building is not far from the bus stop. Therefore, many employees choose to use public transportation rather than private vehicles. Of course the reason is one, avoiding traffic jams that sometimes upset.

"Good thing it's not too late." Kania pressed the identification mark in his place as a trace of him present in the office. "Absen finished. Come on, work." The sweet girl walked into the deepest area of the building.