Marlan.

I tasted the life of half a rich, today (and none of the famous).

I walked through places I don't think they walked before.

I toured mini bazaars, a book store, and some shop lots,

and landed by an Indian cuisine restaurant.

I went in and sat down and yes, flipped the menu.

It wasn't my choice but it was since I don't know when, that I've missed the feel of random wondering like this.

I wondered and go for a Buttered Chicken and I then wait and text and text.

The waiter was a friendly one, but I do not understand what he speaks.

It was English but I guess it is not that his English was just fair, my listening ability was as bad as well.

He talked and shared stories he had in his town, kindda annoying honestly,...

but I guess he's just lack of an extra pair of ears to lend upon of.

He said he is left out of uni, studying somethin-try and stopped during Year 2.

He said he left because he was married.

He said that who knows, maybe he'd work on his dreams someday.

And he said, despite of everything, he still has his family back in his homeland.

He said, he has two little girls, a 2-year-old and a 2 month old.

He said he has three beautiful women waiting for him at home.

He said his friends asked him about getting another woman here,

but he said again, he has a wife at home with his children,

and I was like...yea,

until he interrupted the conversation with a wipe on his eye.

He left as soon as he got emotional, and apologized.

And that is when I see a true man's words, leaking out through his emotions.

I want to tell him to stay strong,

to be hardworking so that he can earn and raise his family and have opportunities,

to continue his studies in his hometown,

and live happily with his three beautiful women.

As I leave the place,

he said 'by the way I'm Marlan.'

I confused.

again he said the same words, 'by the way I'm Marlan.'

but I am still in the state of confusion.

I gave a smile and left with a Byebye.

And I figured out that he was actually introducing himself at the 5th footstep of mine.

I murmured silently, a 'Good luck Marlan'.

(Oh yes the Indian style Buttered Chicken was splendid! :D)