R.I.P Brotha.


It's not even a month when I lost my basketball-bestfriend who teach me how-to love basketball.

Yesterday, I'm visiting his family and talk about him. A lot.

The day I knew he's gone forever, I'm not crying. And I really confused about it.

"Why I'm not crying? I used to be crying because he's my best friend."

But yesterday, when her mother asks about him to me:

"Did he talk some wishes that he never fulfills in his life to you Amran?"

I answered:

"No...He just wishes that we can play basketball together again." (I started crying when I said this)

I realize, I can hold my emotion when someone is not around and not ask about it.

But when you asked to speak about it, I promise you that emotion will be blown up. It's not about we're a man or woman, it's because we're human.

And human feels emotions.

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