MYS 80
...
For Mei and me, our battlefield is when the race begins. When the referee blows the whistle signaling the start of the race. It was the moment between true life and death.
Khansa has long recovered. Khansa even forced me to tell him everything about my relationship with Mister J. And strangely, I felt more relieved after telling Khansa.
My chest felt empty and the heavyweight suddenly flew away somewhere. Even as a listener, Khansa never interrupts my words, which sometimes stammer and cries without realizing it.
"Thank you, Ngi. Your story was like a reminder to me that there are other people whose problems are far more complicated than what I experienced. Thank you for trusting me to tell you about your problems." Khansa finally spoke up after I was silent for five minutes.
At that time I did not understand what Khansa said was a rant or a sentence of consolation.
