Tetu Keseh Keseangan Aa Doctor
3. Doctor or Not?

"So, the point is, Gista Tea can't eat at all?"

After a very long time Gista cried and his head seemed to want to break, he also managed to explain again.

"Sorry, Tea. I used to have a lot of nanya. Eat anything? Anything?"

Yes, it was strange, so he asked to clarify.

Gista's head hurt as he nodded.

"If it's fruit, do you eat? Not really?"

Gista. He said, whatever.

Whatever whatever.

"Yesterday just try to eat a wry orange. Strange as well, only I can still hold it," explained Gista a little, to further clarify.

His expression was like a serious doctor listening to the patient's complaints. "Apel, can't you?"

"Oil meat of minced fish."

Gista never eat raw minced fish meat, but just imagine it goes into your mouth.

If it's disgusting, then Gista feels it physically.

How taste.

"If the fruit is wry, star fruit, can it? Little starfruit?"

Gista. "Never tried."

Then he nodded. "Can I check it for a second? If you don't want pa-pa."

He was a good person, because he helped Gista and even left her in this vast air-conditioned room.

So Gista nodded, lying down to ease him.

What he's checking is not a heart rate or pulse.

He touched Gista's face, as previous doctors did, pressing on some spots near the nose, cheeks, then asked classic questions.

"ill? Or numbness?"

"It's a habit."

And Gista answered the same, always.

He pressed at various points. Ask for pain or not, numb or not, then sit down again.

Confused expression. Same with the doctor.

"There may be a problem in the nervous part of—"

"Sniff." Gista. "Dikasih vitamin B12, often exposed to the sun, take vitamin C diligently. I know."

"...."

"But what's problematic is that I'm not just smell, but taste."

"...."

"I'm not anosmia. My senses are not flashing. My smell and taste are incomparable. Everything exists, but everything is different."

"...."

"I can't eat because of the smell, but also because of the taste. It doesn't taste good, it doesn't matter."

Gista even repeated the same explanation in different sentences to make him understand because it was so difficult.

Stop saying anything nonsense. And please listen to people when you talk.

Not THE SENSE OF SMELL IS GONE, BUT EVERYTHING IS SMELLY AND ROTTEN.

Although he realized he was very emotional, Gista really could not bear the question.

His mind was tired after meeting three doctors and three of them always asked similar questions.

And when it is explained, there is no result that Gista can.

Gista thought he would be angry, but it turned out to be wrong.

Endra smiled. "Where do you live?"

".... Necose." Somewhat not to answer, but yasudah.

Gista smiled bitterly. "I don't want to see a neurologist."

It just drives him crazy. In the end, he came home with the thought of only his sick self and only his crazy self.

For God's sake, it's amazingly unpleasant at heart when you experience something that no one else has. Confused to ask where, confused about what is happening, slowly feels only you are strange in the world.

".... Other than food, what else is there?" He switched the conversation.

"Sir."

"Don't you? Can't the stench be?"

"All the stinks." Gista pointed at AC. "That stinks."

"stinky AC? Me too?"

Gista nodded. Makes him laugh, but instantly quits because Gista is serious.

The three doctors he met issued the same joke.

Gista said AC stinks, then they asked 'me also smells?' to melt the atmosphere even though Gista is increasingly frozen by this nameless disease.

The jokes aren't funny to Gista.

He felt like a person who had stage four cancer and well, just waiting to die.

"okay." Endra scratched his nape awkwardly. "AC smell, perfume smell—perfume well, that is?"

Gista looked at my own hand. "I stink."

"...."

"Sweat, water hating, everything stinks. Everything was. Everything there is a taste, there is a smell, everything."

"...."

"I'm crazy, huh?"

Just say it so let's hurry.

Just tell me he's not sane or cursed.

".... If you want to cry, cry, Tea."

The young man smiled again.

"It's important not to beat yourself up. If Teteh is sick and his doctor does not know what pain, maybe his doctor who lacks knowledge."

"Doctors are not God, they don't know everything. I saw the normal stuff."

"...."

"If you don't want to see a doctor, then, no pa-pa. Just rest here."

Gista was a bit as excited as he watched the young man move on. "I'll take some nicotine."

"Or just gini, let Teteh not feel the burden really. Teteh lives here until you feel good, later help me if there is work. I also need a job meeting."

"Work?"

He scratched his nape again. Making Gista realize that he was awkward, automatically his body did that.

"In fact, I'm a medical alumni, Tea. I just can't continue education."

Not further? Mean what?

"I happen to be here helping Om my gardening. If you want, help me."

".... I don't know gardening."

Endra laughs. "I don't mean help nanem or manen, Tea. That's his labor work. I'm part catet-catet aja."

Even with wet eyes, Gista nodded. For a while he did not want to go home. Instead of him being mentally ill in a boarding house alone or going home and meeting Dad, it's better he's here.

"But I want to go back to my boarding house first" said Gista stammered with tears.

"It's nice that way. Teteh also all of you take the goods do not pa-pa."

When he left, Gista was just pondering to himself.

So ... Is he a doctor or not?

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