Tetu Keseh Keseangan Aa Doctor
48. Sniffling

Because Ashar was in Endra's room, Gista inevitably had to move to another room. Hence Gista had to go into that room again, wanting to pack her things.

In Gista's heart he hoped Ashar was sleeping, but it turned out that the man was sitting, staring at Gista's medicines in his hands.

"What are you doing?" Gista's originally carefree tone of voice now turned stiff, flat without emotion.

Whenever Ashar remembered asking why, Gista felt so upset that she hated him. He understands nothing but always complies and blames.

He and everyone else who does the same.

"I," Ashar paused for a moment, as if hesitating to say, "i'm sorry."

Gista jerks. I didn't expect Ashar to say that.

"I'm sorry for what?"

Gista now doesn't need any more apologies than sorry about the question of why that is. So if he just wanted to apologize for things like 'sorry already ignored', Gista wouldn't listen.

"I can't really understand why you are." Ashar patted the spot on his side, gesturing for Gista to sit down.

Since it seemed that he could already speak carefully, Gista was willing to sit beside him. Although Gista's expression was still very cold.

"I'm panicking too, Gis. I want to help you, but I don't know how to help. Moreover, the moment is precisely fitting me again there is a problem at work. I don't mean I want to fuck with you."

"...."

"I'm sorry. I'll be horrified if you want to be clear once more. What is your condition, what is the problem. We broke it together."

Gista was silent for a moment.

Maybe Ashar was a few days late, or a few hours late. If before Gista went to see Endra, maybe Gista's heart was still pounding for Ashar.

Yesterday, Gista was honestly moved because Ashar defended himself just to meet Gista here. But not anymore.

Gista felt Endra was the best medicine for her, her support system and everything she now wanted.

"You can't think I'm selfish." Gista packed up his meds. "I don't want to fix anything, nor do I want to explain anything. I'm tired."

"...."

"If you're just squirming I'm just a troublesome woman, then we can't be together anymore."

"There's something I can be sorry about, I can tell you, I can accept, Ashar. There are also no."

Even now, if Gista thought again, he would probably be easier to forgive if Ashar cheated than if Ashar did this.

When you are sick and do not know what disease it is, when you are required to be okay when it is possible that the disease will last forever, when you are considered to be simply exaggerating something that is possible in their mind it is not a problem; Gista cannot forgive it.

He does not want to forgive her.

*

"What does Akangnya say?"

"Secret."

Endra poking Gista's cheeks. "Tetah use the same secrets of his own girlfriend?"

"Who's your girlfriend?!" pekik Gista was spontaneous in surprise. Ninety percent of the prestige.

"Ohiya, yeah. Prospective husband."

"Endraaaa!"

The young man laughed in satisfaction, not being too affected even though Gista was banging on his arm. But Endra also did not prolong the duration of his chanting, because after that he pulled Gista to sit in the second-floor lounge.

It turned out that there Endra had prepared food.

"Feed first. I think Teteh didn't eat anything."

Gista blinked, even himself forgot that he had not eaten since.

Actually it's very simple and barely important. But maybe because Gista is having an inner problem, Endra's attention is enough so Gista smiled happily.

"Endra."

"Yes, Teteh?"

Gista just did something spontaneous in his head, namely tiptoe, pecking at Endra's cheek.

*