Tetu Keseh Keseangan Aa Doctor
6. Be entertained

It turns out the same.

Gista felt empty as he walked into the bathroom in Endra's room, brushed his teeth with a small— half a grain of rice—odol, and still felt his mouth crammed with raw meat.

He's too tired. Bathe even though his body feels like rubbed rotten garbage, then out to find Endra in the open kitchen, it looks like he is cleaning up.

"Let me help." Gista volunteered, aware that he had to return the favor.

The young man turned around. "Eh, Teteh. You up?"

Otherwise, where might Gista take a walk, right?

Gista approached. Just approaching, but immediately attacked by a feeling of nausea that is crazy due to the smell of food and soap mixed.

Endra's surprised. Moreover, Gista ran out, not vomiting in the sink alone.

Vomiting early in the morning is a tremendous torment, especially for Gista whose stomach is empty. It felt like Gista was about to spit out his stomach and intestines.

"Sorry, Tea." Endra came straight to him.

"I'm the one who's sorry" murmured Gista blankly.

"Soap smells, huh? I'll change the same one that doesn't smell."

"Not the wrong soap. It's my fault." Gista threw himself on the floor, sitting limp. "Sorry, continue first. I'm waiting here."

He seems to have a mind, but then moves on to finish the job.

Very hard, even though men. I mean Gista, usually a handsome guy like him would rather be served than act alone. But he was washing his own dishes.

Where are the others, the inhabitants of his house?

Gista just stayed there rather than being troublesome. He looked down at the clean floor before suddenly an orange stuck out on him.

"Super orange wry, Tea."

Gista.

"So dawn happened to be A Zaka to the market, so I asked for cariin orange wry. I have tried it. The wit makes me shiver, I swear."

"Thank you." Gista. "What is the cost of money a month?"

"Well, it's a talk later, Tea. A new price if I."

He squatted a little far away, as if afraid of the smell he was disturbing Gista. He smells, definitely. A cyst that can't smell it because of this indistinct pain.

"Ohiya, Tea. I want to go out again, Teteh want to come? Just calm. As far as I am concerned, there is not much smell here. Except the smoke at best."

Gista smile. Smoke was something simple yet at least he could endure. But he had invited her with the intention of comforting. Gista did not refuse.

"Can." After all, they would also have to meet the village chief to ask for a residence permit.

After eating a super-wry orange fruit that at least he can swallow one fruit with one vomit, Gista went in to change clothes. Then out following Endra who was already on his bike.

This village is small. The road is even enough for one car that will not leave much gap if the car passes, so it looks like the main vehicle of the villagers is a motorcycle.

Gista wears a thick mask when he starts riding on the bike. Actually vaguely can still smell, but different from yesterday, Endra's body does not smell bad.

She doesn't wear perfume. He also doesn't wear anything in his hair.

Along the way, Gista felt increasingly comfortable. The beautiful atmosphere of the village, the view of the tea gardens arranged as well as the children dressed in school run to their school—the atmosphere looks alive.

He feels comforted.

"Teh, would you like to watch the flag ceremony?"

"Huh?"

He stopped in front of the school, whose fence was probably only half a meter away until the whole school was clearly visible.

The building is small too. Not terraced, and only divided between buildings and pastures that may also be a field.

As a city boy, Gista was a bit strange to see him.

Is there anything to watch from the flag ceremony?

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