Tetu Keseh Keseangan Aa Doctor
14. Break Hope

Yang Gista knows only that he has neurological dysfunction, does not know his exact name, nor does he know what the cure is. I don't know when it's going to happen and I don't know why he's the only one who's been through all this.

Almost Gista cried, but was canceled by the knock of the door and the sound of Endra.

"Teh, I brought the mango."

Let's try a little luck. Who knows, he can only eat bad food.

If that were true, it would mean little, Gista could believe that God was not killing her.

When Endra came with a tray, it turned out that he was not only carrying mangoes, but also rice and star fruit pounded with chili.

"We try it first, Tea. No pa-pa vomiting. The important thing is to try first" said Endra softly.

Because of his delivery, Gista became resigned to Endra's speech.

Endra sat on the floor and Gista followed him. The sight of rice looked even scarier than the sight of human bodies splattered in the gore movie.

He's been too traumatized to try, but Endra's right. The senses must be stimulated to return to normal.

"It's not so bad, Tea. July is making. Cobain, who knows who's in."

Gista trembled taking the young mango pieces that seemed to have been super wry.

Can you, dad? Could it be dong, huh?

Oh my God, please can. If all of his smells and feelings are problematic, Gista will not despair if there is at least one type of food that he can eat.

Gista repeatedly prayed, then put the food in his mouth.

At the first bite, he spewed it into the hand.

"Tea?"

Gista shook his head hard. "Cannot. Not good."

It doesn't just feel wry. There are other tastes that are disgusting until it is even difficult to be forced into. Though Gista mango lovers, but this taste is amazingly disgusting until Gista difficult to breathe.

Mango is not his best friend like orange. It's much worse than the apple.

"Drink, Tea."

Gista tried hard to eliminate the remains that for the sake of God much more mending inhale the smell of garbage.

"Wise, yeah." Endra bit another piece of mango and felt it well. "Mango taste can't be well, Tea? Carambola."

Gista is clearly traumatized. He felt like he was being told to swallow a dead frog. Trying hard not to vomit until it closed his eyes.

"Can, Tea?" Endra smiled happily because Gista swallowed it. "Pedes don't pa-pa well, Tea. Orange wry, starfruit wry same pedes. Cobain's the same rice, tea."

I want Gista to cry. There was food that he could swallow again. If it's ahead like this, it's okay, really.

It doesn't matter if Gista can only swallow this one thing.

This time with zeal he scooped, because he was already twenty days hungry.

I hope it can. Hope it's good. Or at least hopefully the taste of star fruit and chili only.

Gista feeds the rice .. only to be spewed out instantly.

"Tea?"

Gista immediately cried. All his hopes had just been broken by a mouthful of rice that had not even stopped to be chewed.

He ran to the bathroom, trying to wash his tongue from the rest of the disgusting rice.

His voice vomiting may be heard one house, because a few moments later heard the voice of others asking what is wrong.

Gista threw herself into the bathroom, crying sobbing because she could not take it anymore.

Disgust.

Disgust.

Disgust.

Dad's right.

He's not normal.

There is no way rice can change its taste to raw meat. There is no way the wry mango can turn into a carcass.

Is there anything like it in the world? No one has ever had this disease. Gista must be cursed. There can be no hope he can recover if he knows his illness he can not.

He is not normal. His mouth and smell were abnormal.

"AAAKKKHHH!"

Gista shouted hysterically, only able to vent it in such a way.

The world hates him.

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