I held a secret. A secret I packed tightly inside of me and was never exhaled out to anyone until recently. Not even to my better other, not even to my own shadow. It brewed many unwanted emotions in this heart, ones I could actually do without.
When I lightly opened up to my better other about the said secret, we played a guessing game. I didn't want to tell him yet just to prolong the suspense ala2 cerita Hindustan mixed with Indonesian sinetron plus Malay crekarama. His ridiculous guesses however had me in stitches and as I was sewing myself up again he looked at me and we locked stares before he said "...nooooooooooo!"
I knew what he was thinking and just to play along I nodded to his thought of
"...yes chamee, I was once a man, and my name was Wizzudin"
He collapsed at the side and said "... no wonder. That explains the facial hair."