Tetu Keseh Keseangan Aa Doctor
22. What Torture Is This?

Gista could not interact much with the inhabitants of this house because of his smell. He is so sensitive to smelling anything that he has to hide and cover his mouth and nose.

Over the course of a few days, he and Endra spent a lot of time doing experiments.

Entering the forty days he was sick, not healed that Gista felt, but a sense of habituation to his pain.

Started to make changes.

Gista began to replace the odor with lemon and salt, no longer shampooing except with warm water, also finally got lemon soap that could be tolerated by him.

Endra actually proved himself that he voluntarily bothered no matter they were strangers. Gista began to feel so used to it that wherever his eyes saw there must be Endra there.

Today, for the second time, Endra took her out. Gista's spirit slowly began to rise, although sometimes the taste of the orange makes him want to vomit, he forced himself to eat three oranges every three hours.

That way, even if you don't eat carbs, at least your sugar intake gives you energy.

"How many of us, Ndra?"

Endra peeked out of the rearview mirror. "The problem here is that there are rarely city children, Teh. Moreover, his face was the face of the city people really."

"The face of the city is different from the face of the village?"

He chuckles. "I mean the aura of his face, Teh. Duh, confused. Anyway Teteh if looked at tuh people immediately understand the Teteh of the city people. Let alone his clothes Tetah too, yes so."

A shirt?

But from the beginning until now Gista just wear the shirt continues, tuh. Do the villagers have no T-shirts? Then why is Endra wearing a shirt?

Confused, Gista remained silent. Again Endra did not go straight to the destination. He this time stopped in front of the wedding tent that had finished being decorated.

Gista had forgotten that indeed he had seen this part, but why were they here?

"Behold, Tea. I'm going to dalem first." Endra got off the bike without asking Gista to come down.

"Why?" Gista spontaneously asked. Awkward left, especially around them crowded.

"The bride said she was sick, Tea. I was told to check."

Is there no doctor working in this place? Why Endra?

He asked, but it might sound annoying. So he just let Endra in, it was not invited because the crowd must be full of people's perfume smell.

Perfume is Gista's enemy now.

Moreover, marriage is synonymous with a lot of food. Even if the show hasn't started yet, the presence of the guests shows that the host has to make a lot of food, right?

This place is definitely not suitable for Gista.

Gista is still playing mobile. Saw a network appear in this place until he turned on the data.

Directly, a spate of incoming notifications.

From Mom, from Mom, from Mom, from Mom, then from some people who know he's sick.

There was nothing he could reply to because suddenly someone called out to him.

"Miss!" A mother wagged her hands. "Here it is, Neng. Why sit there? The heat! Here in."

Duh, can he not understand that people do not enter when his friend enters it means that he does not want to enter? I mean Gista, he will definitely enter if he wants and if not yes.

"No need, Mom. Thanks." Thanks."

"Already, don't be shy. Here."

Duh, what torture is this, Lord?

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