Strange stranger

I remembered Husain, my college classmate, after all these years. That bum used to appear suddenly from nowhere, beat me alarmingly from behind and laugh. That was his way of showing affection.
And why did I remember him suddenly?
I was walking on the corniche when I saw this man.
He went off instantly, “Hey boy. Haven’t met for months. How you doing?”
Who is he? My baffled mind switched on the “search” mode. After two minutes “No result.” Obviously, he had mistaken me for some other friend.
“Hiiii,” I put on a plastic smile and asked, “So how’s family?”
“Hey. You know we got separated,” he replied with a grim face.
Holy God. How am I to know that.
“Sorry man,” I kept the drama alive.
Luckily he also floundered.
“Anyway, how is your son?” he asked.
Son. When did I get a son? As far as I know I have two daughters.
“Hey. My daughters are fine ya,” I tried to wriggle out.
“C Ya,” he escaped at last looking behind three times to confirm that he had confronted a mad man.
Ya. Why did I remember Husain?
This donkey held my hand so tight during the entire conversation - just like Husain would do - I could not wriggle out despite invoking my fitness gurus Bruce Lee, Arnold Schwarzneggar and Putin.