They sat on the edge of the bed.
Ming swallowed, and nodded.
Wayo started.
-I have to tell you something that has happened to me a long time ago. The reason for my stomach aches.
He looked at his nails. He put his little finger to his mouth. Ming held his hand.
- It's hard, I've been practicing it for a long time.
Ming stopped listening. I just repeated:
-Don't say it, don't say it.
- I hope you don't get mad. A while ago - he paused for an eternity - that I feel nothing for Phana.
Ming was immersed in his thoughts. Locked. Holding the urge to cry.
Wayo looked at him, he had no reaction.
-Ming, Ming. Did you hear me? - He still didn't react. He pulled his arm.- Ming.
Looked at him.
-Did you hear me? - repeated.
- No sorry. I left.
- Aish, I have a hard time telling you.
- Give it, he said - he said, now paying attention.
- A while ago ... I don't feel anything for Phana.
- What! - The first thing he answered- Since when? Why?
- For a few months now. I don't know why. One day I realized that I no longer felt the same.
- And why didn't you take the photos you have of Phana?
- Is that how he explained to you? I felt very bad. I made you lose many years behind him.
- That's why stress.
Ming hugged him, he was happier than ever. If he felt nothing for Phana, maybe he could conquer it.
- How silly you are, my Yoyo. How am I going to get angry about that? I want you to be happy, you know it.
Wayo, he held on. He always loved being in his friend's arms, and at that moment more.
- Thanks Minmin for understanding me.
He felt the heat awaken in his body, and pushed it away.
- Come on Ming, let's eat.
Wayo noticed Ming's happiness, and attributed it to the tension they had these days.
(25/02/2020)