Tetu Keseh Keseangan Aa Doctor
5. Tortured Tired

"I'll pay the rent as well."

"Seenak Just a little."

Endra invited him in, but when at the door, the fragrant aroma of the cuisine smelled clear. Remembering Gista's words, Endra stopped.

"Wow, it's like the house people are cooking, Tea. No pa-pa?"

But Gista stopped at the door and closed her mouth. He was traumatized to smell the usually delicious food to be so disgusting.

"Yaudah, I'll just wait here. You go in first, eat together."

Again, he scratched his nape awkwardly. "Can't you please, Tea? Sorry, I'm just doing it again."

Gista. Can't do. Just take a shower and vomit because of the smell of soap.

Fragrant soap, which should taste good in the body feels disgusting, let alone savory food. It just makes Gista hate.

The condition of the Gista may still be trying to be digested by Endra. He was quiet, but then tried to adjust.

".... I got in the suitcase first. Wait here" he said politely.

"Yes." Yeah."

When she entered, Gista moved away from the door so as not to smell her scent. Unfortunately when he took off the cover of his mouth in the yard, it was still smelled.

Gista instantly nauseated. Hurriedly running away, sitting on the side of the road a little far away. He's hungry. He was hungry but tired of eating.

The taste of chocolate bread is like .. I don't know. Maybe like the iron that's been put into a clogged toilet.

Twenty days have passed. Gista will probably starve to death later.

"Tea?" Endra was looking for him.

"Why not eat first?" gista asked spontaneously, because it was not pleasing. Endra is not like Gista.

If the people of his house cook, he should eat together.

"So I ate a little while waiting for Teteh," he refused subtly.

He instead sat down next to Gista, holding out a whole citrus fruit in his hand. "It's kind of sweet, Tea, but try it first. If it's not good, I take leatherback. Than not eating."

"...."

Somehow Gista became sad to see this stranger reaching out to her.

Is he not fed up? Doesn't he think Gista's crazy? Even though Dad thought it was crazy. Why do strangers care?

"Thank you."

"Together, Tea."

Gista ate a piece of orange timidly. What was worst for him now was when the food tasted normal then suddenly changed in the mouth.

One piece swallowed. Two pieces swallowed. Three pieces—

"Geek!"

"Wah, Tea. If this keeps what's going to be infused."

Gista had heard it. He did not want to go to the hospital and had to see a doctor again, so hurriedly wiped his mouth, forcing the disgusting food to be swallowed.

One piece worked. But again he vomited.

"I'll take a little water, tea."

Gista hugged himself, shivering in fear. He knows Endra is a stranger. But suddenly he was afraid that until he also said Gista was strange and crazy.

Where should Gista go so that he is not considered strange with this indistinct disease?

***

"Gis, where are you, son?"

Gista rubbed his face as he tried to answer Mom in a calm voice, though it ended up being chaotic. "In the house of temen."

"Where is the victory? I said go home first. You're sick again."

Make what? Make a crazy lotus by Dad? Is what Gista wants to say, and is stuck in the esophagus.

"I'm on medication here. I'm calm."

"Gis."

"Well, Mom." Gista sobbed too. "Later to hear again."

"Son, you don't—"

Turned off the call, despite a hint of guilt on her mother.

Mom didn't say it. Even asking Gista to seek treatment again even though the first doctor did not give a clear diagnosis. But it still hurts.

His head couldn't stop thinking about Dad's cold expression that usually smiled, suddenly saying that Gista might be crazy.

He stared once more at the ceiling of Endra's room, which is now his room. That guy's weird. This house has two floors and quite a lot of rooms, but only one that has AC is Endra room.

He said it was better for Gista to be here after he had eliminated the entire room's rafters and any objects that had a fragrant smell.

"I can sleep on the terrace, too, Tea. In other rooms there are many fans. I also use AC only during the day, just sultry. Malem is not."

He said that, but the sweat on his neck said otherwise. He just took a shower. He must be the type who can't live without AC.

And he relented.

Why, dad?

Gista was tired of crying. His strength had already run out after vomiting all day. Can tomorrow when the disease is gone?

Justjust please. Please don't keep going and make him tormented.

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