Two Men
One room

Kania did his job well until lunch time came along with the time of Dzuhur prayer.

After fulfilling the obligation to God. There is no mood to eat. Only buy a packet of chocolate-flavored bread in case you want to eat. The woman returned to the fourth floor. The atmosphere of this room is quiet. Obviously, everyone was packed into the cafeteria at the moment or perhaps exited the building to enjoy a different lunch.

"I have no appetite at all." Kania sits limp on the chair by sticking the right cheek on the table. "The desire is to fall asleep, but it has to work."

This silent atmosphere is preferred by the hijab woman rather than the crowd, maybe because this situation can make her calmer. Staying away from the crowd and sitting quietly as if to be one way to be able to think about what has happened.

Kania closed her eyes. Only a few days later her status would change to that of a wife of a man she knew as a friend. The universe is hard to guess. However, the joke exceeded that of a child. No kidding.

"It feels like going to the moon right now. Is it better there, huh?" Kania muttered to himself.

Not long from there the sound of feet approaching. Kania lazily raised her head. It was definitely his roommate who had finished eating.

"You can get sick if you just shut up."

The sound of someone greeting Kania's ears. It shook the woman's head to stand up again.

"Eat." Rangga apparently came. Keep a box of food that seems to be the result of delivery. The man sat in the chair. Keep the same food. "Working requires energy. If you don't eat, where does the energy come from?"

Kania frowned. Rangga's attitude does not look sweet, even tends to be as usual. However, the sensitivity of each of his attitudes was indeed extraordinary.

Rangga opened his food. Very fragrant. It turns out that one package of beef chicken with rice and water as well. "You can get sick if you don't eat. No matter how complicated the problem, keep eating. Don't make me worry."

Kania still maintained his position. Silence without a word.

"If you're not happy eating here. I can move." Rangga closed the chicken box again. Stand up to move to a table further away.

"No need!" Conscious kania. More precisely not feeling good. "You can just eat." Silent moment. "Sorry, I mean Mas Rangga can stay here."

Rangga. Kania is okay, right?

"Mas, can eat. I don't have a problem." Kania carved a smile. Distinguishing one problem from another is a form of maturity. "We are both employees who have the same rights."

Rangga glanced at Kania a little. The woman beside him looked straight ahead this time. Silence a thousand more languages by locking your mouth after chirping.

"Why are you willing to call me that?" Rangga was a little happy, but curious as well.

Kania lost with the aroma of fried chicken combined with spicy chili. His appetite is increasing, no problem either. Quickly opened the lunch box while answering. "I don't think it's a problem either. After thinking about it a few times, it probably should have been like that. Regretting what has been decided and crying it makes things complicated."

Rangga thumbs up with the phrase Kania.

The mood changed quietly. Kania was clearly observing the food in front of him. So much to be grateful for whatever happens, even for the chicken rice meal package.

Cania is too soluble in feelings. Deepen his role until it does not feel both eyes dewy. However, the woman still showed the sweetest smile carving. "It is better that this scenario on earth still cannot go against the scenario that God has determined. I'm not resigned, I'm not trying, but after what I've been through. I did and eventually the finish line had to stay the same. It is time to be grateful and live it sincerely."

Rangga looked at Kania fixedly. His hand was about to stall forward, but was held because it understood the circumstances. "If I may choose, you better not cry in front of me now."

Kania turned to the side. Replying to Rangga's gaze, just as fixed. "Reason?"

"Because my hands can't wipe away the tears on your cheeks at all." Rangga tried to stay on the stand. "Because in that way I can show you my respect as a woman. Touching you isn't my domain now, even if it's a fingernail. I may be the man of the last days who made a lot of mistakes, but I realize that the wall between us hasn't been uncovered."

Kania smiled quite a bit. This time Rangga felt the deep sincerity of the woman.

"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you are, but God knows what is best. The way we may have to. Our meeting was brief. I hope it doesn't end tragically. If it is finished, of course in the best way," added Kania.

Rangga's heart flinched. This was as a warning to her that, Kania could at any time go and end this marriage. Maybe after everything was calmer.

"Do you understand the concept of soothing a baby before we leave it is better than being left with a state of hysterical crying?" Suddenly Kania asked such a question.

The forehead of Rangga is tightly wrinkled. "Why indeed?"

"Because we'll be calmer when we step outside. It's just a sentence."

This is not just a sentence for Rangga, there is a meaning that Kania wants to convey. Doesn't matter.

"Thank you for the food. In the Lord, I repay all your kindness after becoming a wife." Kania immediately said basmalah and ate. Rangga was right, he should not let the body without energy because it can be a characteristic of injustice to yourself.

Rangga noticed Kania eating voraciously, it felt so full with just that.

Before long the voices of Desi and Heri were arguing while entering the room after exiting the elevator. I don't know what hot topics they're talking about.

"If you're mostly playing with women, you can get karmic know!" Desi furious

Heri just relax. "Those who want. So ... I'm not wrong dong?" Raise both shoulders simultaneously. "Say if you want to be my tenth boyfriend."

"Astagfirullah, where is possible!" Desi sneering. "You want to give me a million dollars, I won't! The heart is not to be played with. Understand!"

Heri laughed loudly and walked to her desk. "Now, nothing is impossible! Hating can be love."