Wumba realised that he shouldn’t
tell anyone about what he feels. Nobody could ever understand, they won’t care,
they just curious. The only person who understand how he feels is just him, his
one and only self. Wumba has a friend, named Buba.
Buba is an emotional-based
person. When he said that he’s done with something, he didn’t really meant it.
He said he did, but he actually didn’t. He would cry in his sleep, faking his
smiles, mentioning it all over again. And when someone’s going well with “something
that he said he’s been done with”, he will cry, again. Because his heart still
say yes even when his lips say no.
Wumba is a very simple person.
When he said that he’s done with something, he really meant it. He wouldn’t cry
on it, mentioning it all over again, just like Buba did. For Wumba, life is
just a tunnel that you should go through. Don’t hold too long on something that
never hold you back. Just live your life, loosen up, hakuna matata no matter
what, because in the end, you will never get out alive.
Wumba loves Buba. Buba has been like brother to him. Wumba always takes
care of Buba, keeping his word so Buba wouldn’t get hurt of what he’s saying. Wumba
knows the limit of a joke. But Buba didn’t. He never care about Wumba’s
feeling, he will spit out anything he likes, wherever, whenever. He never knows
the limit, he doesn’t care, as long as he’s happy and beyond everything,
stepping up on everything.
Wumba loves Buba. He still does
and will always do. But Wumba can never trust anyone but himself anymore. He
will be smiling, brightly above everything that shines, but no one will ever
know whether it’s a rain or a real sunshine behind his smiles.
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