Tetu Keseh Keseangan Aa Doctor
27. Nicathetized

A shirt?

Gista silently looked at his clothes and wondered again if there was any difference. He only wears a brown shirt fitting the body and black trousers rather oversize that resemble a culott.

Is this the wrong dress in the village?

Shirt time can't?

Until the mother was done with her scolding, Gista just kept thinking what was wrong with her clothes. Gista felt that nothing was wrong, but why did her aunt Endra feel that it was wrong?

He sat under the tree again, because what else would he do?

Before long, it turns out that his son Bu Inah came, bringing Gista water and oranges.

"Sorry Mom, Tea?" Yura looked very embarrassed because of her mother. "Mamah doesn't understand, so say that. A Gasen is clear why."

How else, right? Since experiencing this pain, he realized that humans can not understand each other unless they both feel.

It's just Endra who's a little bit of an understanding. In fact, he is often wrong because he does not understand. So Gista will try to understand.

Or rather resigned.

There is no point in forcing others. Even the ones with their own heartache.

"Yes, no pa-pa."

Outsiders have no right to say much, so is the law, right?

"By the way, I want it. Is my shirt weird?"

He was startled for a moment, before then saying, "If it's here, his clothes are too crisp."

Gista jerks. He did not realize because in his place such clothes are everyday clothes. Something is more exciting, in fact. Showing off belly button, back, or clothes that cover only three-quarters of the breast.

How are you if they see that?

"Sorry." Spontaneous cyst covering his slightly exposed shoulder. "I don't know."

Gista. How'this? He doesn't have an oversized shirt. All of his clothes are the same model as this, because indeed he is not a lover of oversized clothes typical of R&B children.

Thought Gista, the village was hot so mending he brought a simple dress that did not print much. Turns out wrong?

"Yurayah!"

"Yes, Mom." The girl moved. "I went to Dalem first yeah, Tea. Oranges are eaten."

But somehow Gista was compelled to ask him something. "Do you like Endra?"

Straightforward is indeed. For sure he was surprised to be asked suddenly by someone who maybe, in the corner of the heart he considered a rival.

Even so Gista had a reason to ask. So even though Yura would be very surprised, Gista still said it.

His face was a little pale for a moment. "I ...."

"I didn't take Endra, really," said Gista, trying to smile convincingly. "I'm here just to heal. Not more."

He was confused as to what to reply.

This child, perhaps in his heart there was hatred or at least rejection towards Gista, yet he was still a plain girl as well.

Obviously he would not openly acknowledge Endra as a fiancee just because they were betrothed by the surrounding citizens.

Different from his mother, he knew manners and restraint.

Her mother's shout once again made Yura leave without answering. Gista just sat there, staring at the orange the child gave him and smiling wryly.

He ... pitied by High School boy.

It was so sad that the boy came to bring food after Gista was openly expelled by her mother.

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