The Woman and The Man

They met at the usual meeting point they had agreed since they were still a sweet young couple without any wedding rings. In which era they are talked about, they had three children. That night, they walked through the usual path, crossed the same street to a group of night street food stalls near a train station. A set of shrimp Dim Sum and a bowl of Chinese chicken porridge would be the best choice they had made after a tough day in each other’s office. Worked in the offices along one of the busiest roads in The Capital City, exhausted was just a day-to-day condition that already felt like normal. After smiles over a silent dinner, they took the last train that programmed as an express train to the destination station in a suburb.

The train wasn’t as crowded as it usually was when the day still bright. Compared to the moon’s shift, scheduled as the last train, and not many people headed the same direction, there should not be odd to find less than ten passengers in each coach. Worn out faces were shown every night, the draw of energy-loss after a day long of working with different work-load. So did the woman and the man was looked. What made them different were they hugged each other in serenity, shut their eyes with rhythmical breath at the corner.

The officers had already recognized their usual habit, as The Woman always awoke two stations before the destination station, placed her palm on The Man’s chest to wake him up subtlely. They got ready, checked on their things to be safely placed in their bags. They started to chat as they were walking to a black shining mid-sized SUV, easily recognized as the full moon up there reflected on the hood.

Their chats mainly about the day they had gone through, about the reason why their day went good or bad. Especially that day was about the increase in the currency rate that caused typical chaos of problematic customers. The woman had to handle some customers and coordinated the problems to another division that specialized in foreign exchange. The man had to meet some of the boards in his preparation for the promotion that would be held in three days.

A broken-white house with orchid and bougainvillea on the yard had already seen from afar. The shades were created by porch’s warm lamp and bright street light nearby. They reached the outside garage, parked, then left inside the house. The living room was quiet, as their children had gone to bed at 9 pm. They open the first child’s blue-pink room, looked at the three little rascals were sleeping on a low-bedded room. Thanks to the brand new air conditioner got from a giveaway in the newly open home appliance store.

They stood on the front door and smiled, wished for the time to frozen still as they felt like everything was already perfect. They got good careers, problems solved easily, cute and well-attitude children, physically and financially healthy, cushioned facilities, and every other thing that made them feel blessed.

They took off from the first child’s room, headed to theirs. Changed clothes and cleaned up, crawled to bed and cuddled. Too tired to do more than that, they thought. They talked about everything; from imagination to the real one, from past to the future, from the government to the environment, and else. They planned on adding another kitchen, rules they would make as the children grown up, Saturday’s fried rice toppings for breakfast, which books they would like to review in learning session about the value behind characters’ traits to teach about humanity, what would they and the children do to spend the weekend at home because the payroll day still a week to go so they would save some instead of waste the money at the mall.  They talked about the short-term and the long-term like having the same disposition. They talked about the future that hadn’t come.

Their sounds slightly went down to muted as the sleepiness rose along with the Friday exhaustion. The last one who awoke would switch the light off.


Inspired by papa and mama’s routine as Jakarta’s loyal employees, dozen years ago.


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