Dear You, What's Your Name?

It was a fine and quite evening. As I looked up, the sky was a swirl of fruity colors that contrasts with the evening sky. Not having any plans ahead, I took out my bike and check whether the tire air-pressure and all was ok. Something told me that I should go cycling by my own that evening. I always do, especially during the holidays. Having my earphones in both of my ears, I cycled all the way around the neighborhood, ignoring any other noises than my phone's MP3.

After about 15 minutes of cycling, I felt like it would be great if I have someone to cycle with so that at least I'd have someone to talk to. I texted my friend who also happen to be my neighbor but unfortunately he couldn't make it because he'll be going for his Add Math tuition. I totally forgot about that. But then I replied him saying it's okay, perhaps another time.

So, I continued cycling... Until suddenly I met someone. Well, I didn't actually meet and greet or even say Hi because I barely know him. To my acknowledge, he knows my mom and she knows him too. One of my mom's patient, to be clear. I don't deny that I've seen him couple of times... or perhaps more than couple of times. But even so, I do not know his name. But putting some pieces of puzzle together, I knew that he lives in the same neighborhood as mine. That evening when I saw him, he was on his motorbike, looking much like a person who have nowhere to go. Most of the residents like to just wander around with their bike, motorbikes or whatever they own.

As for this person whom his name I do not know, he often cycle around with his plain shirt, shorts and an even more plain facial expression. He's not the kind of guy that tends to whistle whenever a girl passes by nor a person who likes sitting around in a bunch, doing nothing. Something tells me that he's a person that his family relies on. As I don't know his name, I didn't do anything except for smiling back whenever he smiles at me.

But that's the thing.... his smiles. It looks so warm and sincere. I'd smile back whenever he does it and when I passed him by a few meters, I'd laugh to myself and say "Why on Earth did I do that?" I can tell that he's a few years older than me. He even drives a car. But every time he appears in my sight, cycling his white mountain bike, he always look so cool. As if nothing else matters.

So, today I feel like going out to cycle again. And I wonder what God has destined for me.. :)