Tetu Keseh Keseangan Aa Doctor
30. Disappointed Too Much

Gista forgot to turn off her phone data at home. Usually the phone is quiet because the one who calls through regular calls is just Mom.

After he returned to the room and sat on the bed, found it turns out there was indeed a chat from lover—meaning ex-lover.

Ashars.

Gista read a series of chats that seemed to have just been sent yesterday.

Gis.

I went to kosan tp you don't exist.

You're going to Bandung?

Then the chat he sent.

I called Mom, she said you went to the house.

Where are you?

I'm concerned.

The gis?

Hey, talk to me.

Where are you?

Cysts.

Gista's mouth felt dry reading it, but he just read it in his heart.

Honestly, he thought Ashar didn't care about him and only cared about his job.

Or well, after Gista thought more sanely, maybe Ashar was tired. He focused his work, Gista instead urged him attention and so on.

It's not a super-cue Ashar either. Only he was 'being' busy, and Gista did not read the situation. Everyone must have moments where they are very unwilling to be disturbed, because his mind is fixed on something else.

Just ....

^^^Why do I come? ^^^

Gista retaliated.

But what comes after is not a chat reply, but a call. At once, it was as if Ashar had been waiting for him to reply so that he could contact Gista immediately.

Gista pressed her lips against each other before she replied, sitting hugging herself as a defensive measure.

Maybe Gista baperan so even if not injured, he is easily injured because of this strange disease.

Their relationship did end badly, so there was nothing more to talk about. And the conversation will be emotional.

"Gis, where are you?" Ashar asked that.

"Why are you looking for me?" Tuh, right. Gista immediately wanted to cry when it was just the first sentence.

".... I'm sorry."

"Gis, are you angry?"

"No." Gista was that easy to cry.

She's sad. Sad because actually yesterday he hoped Ashar understood that he was tormented. Gista hopes Ashar at least says 'I don't know how you feel but I'm here for you' or something.

Of course Gista also could not blame that Ashar was busy. He's a good man, really. He's not a cuckoo or too busy for weeks not looking for Gista.

He worked earnestly, and every time he met, he would show the results of that work by buying many things for Gista.

Royal men give, do not count and are rarely angry.

Once again, it was just that time he was busy and Gista happened to be sick until it became a quarrel. Then, it's all over.

That easy.

"Where are you? I'm fucking you now."

"No need. I'm good here."

"Gis, don't do it, honey. Please." Ashar sighed. "I'm worried about you."

"We broke up."

"Are you serious?"

"Why lie?"

"Three years old, Gis. Not a minute."

Gista knows too. But what can he do if he is already disappointed?

Even if Ashar did nothing wrong, he left at Gista's worst point until it felt like an imprint.

Him, Dad too. Two people who cared for him in a way that Gista could not accept.

Maybe he is spoiled. Maybe it's important, baby. But Gista felt like he could break and go crazy.

Gista could not always understand what their circumstances were while he himself did not understand the circumstances.

"I've been here a long time." Gista gulped before he wiped his tears, taking a deep breath. "Two months like that."

"Gis, what's wrong with you?"

"Why what?"

"Yes this way." Ashar is starting to sound sick. "I understand that you are not clear. You're sick, okay. But you have to run away like this? You're not a kid, you know."

Gista felt blamed. And he doesn't want to be blamed for what he feels isn't his fault.

Does he think Gista asked for this disease?

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