Tetu Keseh Keseangan Aa Doctor
35. Start Open

Endra led Gista to sit on an empty chair near the entrance. There were quite a few people there including A Zaka and Juli, so Gista did not feel too hesitant about joining.

Gista is introduced by those who are his age and around his age. And Gista was incredibly happy because for the first time after this illness, he was able to get along normally again.

Although again being slammed.

"Cieee, who played doctor-med has been together. Cieeeee. Sampe will sit in the pelaminan together, right, yeah?"

Gista elbowed July. The woman laughed even more. Enjoying his teasing especially on Gista's expression.

He must have known Gista was pounding because of Endra. He also must have known that Gista started looking at Endra in a different way.

It is no longer just a kind doctor caring for a rare ill patient. He could certainly see that there was a strong sense of growing up in Gista in Endra, who he tried to hide even though he failed.

Women understand women the most. That's why he enjoyed his laugh.

"Neng, pregnant really is his son Gasen?"

Endra steps on the foot of his friend Anto. The man laughed and grimaced, saying he was just joking, and asking for confirmation.

"What pain does Neng get he said often vomiting? Want to be sweet? Or the wry one? Or want to see Gaseen roll in the mountain?"

Still pregnant, my God.

But it's hard to argue with that, because the symptoms of Gista are more like pregnant people when viewed only from a distance. Only Juli and A Zaka seemed to understand that Gista was not pregnant, because they saw Gista could not eat anything, ANYTHING, except a wry orange.

If Gista is really pregnant, she is killing her own child by starving the fetus.

"Nerve disease." Endra answered, speak well. "There is a misperception that good food is not good, fragrant food is smelly."

"Well, nervous disease instead of stroke? Struk's neng?"

"How can you take a walk! Geblek mah you." July grunting.

"So because of the pain of nausea become vomiting?"

"But I'm kepo too, Neng." A Zaka turned to Gista. "I don't know what my brain really hurts. What pain, anyway? What's the specs like?"

"Specific!"

"Yes, that's the point."

Gista raised an eyebrow, then grimaced at Endra. But the man coded him to speak directly according to what he experienced and knew.

Maybe because Gista's mental condition had improved, his mouth was back to explain without feeling forced.

"So .. Suddenly I can't eat."

"Well, can't you eat either?"

A Zaka who nodded confirmed. "At home well his Eneng eat belimbing ulek doang sama chili. Same orange too. Watermelon can't be eaten."

"Can't you do that, Neng? Have you been to the doctor?"

"Yes. I have three neurologists" replied Gista slowly. A little cloudy considering his experience with the doctor yesterday.

"Buset. Three doctors? What did the doctor say?"

"It's not clear." Gista smiled miris. "Just like Endra. Diagnosis there is a misperception so the food becomes unpleasant, the smell becomes rotten. Rice tastes like raw meat. Shampoo and soap also smell like garbage."

They looked at him with no understanding at once pity. Obviously I can't imagine at all. Because it is much different from the taste of not being able to eat when sick with fever.

"I've forgotten the same smell or good food. The coffee taste, the tea taste, the sugar taste, any flavor in me are all the same, like a single flavor. The taste of raw meat, grinded with garbage, the same dirt times, which touch the tongue already can not."

Gista was always the saddest on the part no one understood. Gista instinct wants people to understand, at least one, the taste of the food Gista eats let them know that Gista does not exaggerate.

But, yes, no one understands. No one can imagine, let alone understand how it feels.

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