Married Three Breeding Widow
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mysterious illness

“I've never seen a sick person like you. What pain are you crazy?”

Gistara could still hear his father's voice as the consciousness slowly gathered.

He opened his eyes, finding a strange view from the ceiling of a bright foreign room.

Only a moment later did he shut his mouth, wanting to spit out something even though he ended up choking on his empty stomach.

“Drink first.”

The voice was shocking, and the figure of the handsome young man was even more shocking, but Gista was attacked by a feeling of insanity.

Heart's pounding.

The smell of the air conditioning room that seemed like rotten fish in a garbage can, mixed with the smell of this man's perfume that he was sure smelled but smelled like a carcass to him made Gista vomit again.

Again he cried.

I want to be crazy about all this.

Wh why? Why is it that only he experiences this?

Is he really crazy? Like Dad said?

“Teh.”

Gista reached out to tell him to back off.

If not, then he will continue to be attacked by the symptoms of this strange disease.

Long Gista tormented by the urge of nausea. The foul taste around him tormented.

Everything tastes like rotten fish and raw meat.

His mouth felt strange too.

Tormenting.

“Hiks.”

“Teh.” The voice was heard again, but this time plus a thick thread of cloth.

Gista grabbed it straight away. Shut his mouth tight, and clearly seal his kiss from everything.

Jeremiah trembled. It was blurry to see the man because his eyes were wet.

But Gista knew himself that he had been helped, so while trying to hold back, he rubbed his eyes rough.

“Do not rub his eyes, Tea, later blisters.” The young man sat a little far away, as if understanding Gista could not if he approached. “Udah better?”

Gista still wants to cry. “Who are you?”

Only Gista could see him smiling kindly. “My name is a lot. This guy calls him Gasen, sometimes he's Mr. Doctor, Kang Doctor, Aa Doctor, but my name is Endra.”

Huh huh?

“Whose Tetname?” ask the foreigner, instead of explaining his words just now.

“Gista.” Gista's voice trembled as he replied.

He's a little whiny. “Udah know anyway, because I read the recipe book.”

The young man pointed at the medicine bag of Gista.

“Out of the neurologist, Tea?” ask him once more, in a very friendly and gentle tone.

Gista nodded. Started to be distracted from his frustration even though he had to keep his mouth shut.

It should, again, because everything around it will smell.

“What's Sore Tea, if you can know?”

Then Gista came back crying.

What pain, he said?

Justu Gista who wants to ask, should ask where to know the answer?

Gista has met three neurologists, wasted a lot of money just for the examination and it's all about diagnosis without certainty.

All he saw was the doctor's astonished face because he had never heard of his pain. He searches on google, searches on medical books, but there is no name.

He is mentally ill, said Father.

As Gista cried sobbing, the young man who claimed to be named Endra scratched his nape awkwardly.

He glanced at the Gista medicine pouch, not actually not not knowing that there must be a problem.

“I saw there was a nervous breakdown. I happen to know a little about medicine. If Teteh wants, can I hear his complaint?”

Gista was too tired to mention it, so he just shortened it. “Everything smells.”

Those two words were enough to make her cry.

“I can't eat. Everything is like raw meat.”

“.... How long have complaints been? There was a clash or—“

“Nothing.” Gista answered too quickly, because it was always what was asked and the answer would never change.

He had already answered this earlier to three different specialists.

“No impact. There's no pain. I'm nuts. I'm crazy for this.”

Gista rubbed his eyes that could not stop crying.

It hurts, for God's sake.

His heart hurts, not his head or anything.

Is there such a disease? Soap stinks of rotten meat, raw meat, carrion-flavored rice, everything he can't eat until he can only swallow one loaf a day, one divided by three.

What if it wasn't crazy?

“Psychosomatic not crazy, Tea.” The young man smiled shadyly.

But Gista was already too desperate to consider it entertainment.

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unbearable

Gista opened his phone when Endra came out and said he had better rest tonight.

Even Gista didn't realize that it was already one night.

From the short story of the man, Gista collapsed near the field, then because the citizens did not know what to do, they brought Gista to Endra.

He has not explained exactly who he is and what his job is until he is told to take care of Gista.

There's a chat from Mom, asking if Gista's coming home tonight or going home.

Gista just read, not reply because tired.

He knew crying would not solve anything, but Gista just wanted to cry now.

All night, Gista did not sleep. Just keep sobbing like a depressed person.

Or was it depression.

Stared at his bag of medicine, it contained three more bags of medicine from different doctors but actually the same.

It's all just vitamins.

Vitamins for nerves, vitamins for blood, even vitamin C.

His money ran out of millions to buy vitamins, as he suffered from an obscure illness and would probably recover if given the vitamins for a year, or two years, or until he died.

In the morning, even though his back was aching and his body was wet with sweat and tears, Gista had not moved.

The door of the room was knocked, followed by the appearance of Endra with food trays.

Again, the tears of Gista came out.

Wh why?

He brought food because he thought Gista was lying about not being able to eat anything?

Or what? He wants to eat his rice let Gista eat his plate?

I swear, it was exhausting.

It's exhausting that Gista has said she can't, she still feels she can.

Can't do. No gold can eat.

“Teh, I brought—“ He stopped seeing Gista crying more and more desperate.

Gista's body was trembling.

He's hungry. He's incredibly hungry, for God's sake!

He eats like everyone else but he can't.

Everything's disgusting.

That's why he's crazy. That's why it's not normal. That's why Dad said he wasn't sane.

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Gasendra knew there was a problem with this girl.

From the doctor's prescription in three bags of medicine, indicating he had gone to three different doctors almost at a time nearby.

Given almost the same drug, and actually most of it leads to vitamins.

It seemed like there was a problem on her nerves, which made her say she could not eat and everything was rotten.

But it was unexpected that he cried at the sight of food and shivered like he was already very desperate.

Is Endra wrong, huh?

This patient appears very depressed. If what he is suffering from is not physical pain but psychosomatic, then he should be to a psycheater.

But ....

“I'm crazy.”

Why does it feel like Endra can't bear to see him like this?

Put the food tray a bit far away, then see the AC room is dead even though it is hot.

He wears a white body-fitting sweatshirt, so Endra can be seen printing his underwear out of sweat.

Does AC bother you too?

Endra slowly approached. Sitting on the edge of his bed which he lent, hesitated but still reached out to the girl.

Hand shivers. One look also saw that he was stressed.

His hands were also thin in an abnormal way.

As his weight dropped dramatically in a short time until his skin loosened.

“Nothing, Tea.”

Endra clasped the fragile hand.

“All diseases can be cured, really. Taking time does not mean there is no medicine. I'll help you later.”

Although Endra had never heard of the disease.

But for now, the priority is that this girl feels better.

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