There are moments in life that aren’t extraordinary, yet somehow they stay with you.
This was one of them.
That evening was just like any other. I wasn’t waiting for a phone call, and I certainly wasn’t expecting one.
Usually, he would let me know beforehand. He would say something like, “I’ll call tonight. It’s Friday,” or simply mention that he’d call over the weekend. A few days earlier, he had also told me that weekends were usually the only time he could make phone calls—on Friday night, and sometimes on Saturday or Sunday, depending on his schedule.
So, even though I knew weekends were the most likely time we’d talk, I still wasn’t expecting my phone to ring without any notice.
Then, out of nowhere, it did.
It was him.
I smiled the moment I saw his name on my screen.
Of course, I answered.
Before I knew it, we had been talking for almost 43 minutes.
If someone asked me what we discussed, I honestly couldn’t point to one major topic. There was no serious discussion about where this was heading. No emotional confession. No difficult questions.
It was simply two people talking.
And maybe that’s exactly why I enjoyed it so much.
Sometimes the most meaningful conversations are the ones that don’t have to be meaningful at all.
We started talking about traveling in Bali. Somehow, we ended up discussing whether it’s more fun to explore the island by motorbike or by car.
I told him that if he really wants to experience Bali, riding a motorbike gives a completely different feeling. You can stop whenever you want, discover small cafés, take hidden roads, and enjoy the scenery without rushing.
One topic naturally led to another.
From traveling, we moved on to motorcycles.
Then I said something that surprised him.
“I’m actually a good rider.”
I could almost hear the curiosity in his voice.
So I told him about one of my longest rides—a solo journey from Cikarang to Magelang, around 478 kilometers.
His reaction made me laugh.
“Really?”
I don’t think he expected someone like me to enjoy long-distance motorcycle trips.
For me, riding has never been just about getting from one place to another.
It’s about freedom.
It’s about watching cities slowly disappear behind you, seeing landscapes change every few hours, stopping whenever you find an interesting place, and realizing that sometimes the journey itself is the destination.
He listened carefully, asking a few questions here and there, genuinely interested in the story.
Later, he became curious about where I come from.
He asked about my hometown.
Instead of trying to explain it with words, I opened Google Maps.
He did the same.
And just like that, we found ourselves taking a little online trip together.
I showed him where I grew up, pointed out nearby cities, and explained the roads connecting them. It felt funny because we were both looking at the same map from two completely different places.
At one point, I teased him about something, and he laughed.
Not the polite kind of laugh people give during small talk.
A genuine laugh.
I laughed too.
It’s funny how laughter can make two people feel a little less like strangers.
Looking back at our earlier conversations, I realized something had quietly changed.
The first few times we talked, everything felt a little more careful. We were still figuring each other out. There were pauses. We chose our words more cautiously.
Now, the conversations flow much more naturally.
There are random stories.
There are silly jokes.
There are moments where neither of us is trying too hard to impress the other.
It’s just… comfortable.
Maybe that’s what I noticed the most after hanging up.
Not the length of the call.
Not what we talked about.
But how easy it felt.
Do I know where this is going?
Honestly, no.
And that’s perfectly okay.
I’m not trying to label it or rush it into becoming something it’s not. Life has taught me that not every meaningful connection needs to be defined right away.
Some people enter your life unexpectedly.
Some conversations happen without planning.
Some phone calls come without warning.
And sometimes, those are the moments you remember the most.
For now, I’m simply enjoying getting to know someone who, not too long ago, was just a stranger I happened to meet in Mekkah.
Whether this story becomes something bigger or simply remains a beautiful chapter in my life, only time will tell.
Until then, I’ll let the story unfold naturally.
One weekend.
One unexpected phone call.
One conversation at a time.
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