
Endra was smiling a little. Then he calmly answered Gista.
"I honestly don't know why. But from the complaints, the chances are just .. there's an infection, there's a tumor, there's an impact or psychosomatic."
".... Meanin?" It seems that the doctor once spoke so too but Gista did not hear because he was busy wailing.
"On the medicine Teteh I saw there is an infectious drug given by the doctor. I've been drinking on prescription but nothing's changed, right?" ask him carefully.
Gista nodded in response.
"It's probably not an infection. There are no wounds either. No impact, right? At all?" endra chirped in a light tone, but firm and organized.
Because Gista has met three doctors—four if counted doctors generally—then Gista must say Endra is only lacking a white coat and official license.
He really is like a doctor. Her friendly, her smile, her tone, her gaze.
"Nothing" Gista replied more calmly, not as emotionally as yesterday.
"Other possibilities of tumor." Endra explained slowly. "But the tumor had symptoms. Gradually. Even if there are cases whose symptoms are not strong, but not cling, immediately appear. Not showing up and suddenly. It's probably not a tumor either."
".... Is that crazy?" Gista asked in despair.
"Steh, do you feel that psychological problems are just crazy? ODGJ (people with mental disorders) I mean."
Gista. As a well-educated— at least in his neighborhood—Gista knows that mental illness does not mean crazy.
He also knew what psychosomatics were. In short, psychosomatic is a situation where Gista feels pain due to a psychological condition. Physically there is nothing, but he thinks there is and feels it.
But actually he also hesitated, because Gista was mentally fine before suffering from this disease.
All of a sudden.
Seriously, suddenly.
No wind, no rain. He made food, then when he ate it, suddenly the taste of the food became strange. Though a few hours before that, Gista ate a small meal and there was no problem.
"Nobody is like me."
The sad feeling came up again. Gista. Holding the new bread as small as he could eat it.
"Nobody hurts like me. Other people are just anosmia, I don't know why."
"My dad said there's nothing like me. I'm crazy."
"...."
"I'm crazy" Gista repeated, lost his way.
"If I say no, what, Tea?"
Gista rubbed his wet eyes again as he looked up.
The background of the tea garden and the cool atmosphere under the shady tree somehow makes Endra look.
He smiled calmly. Look sincere when you start saying, "Teteh try to beat me first."
Very subtle, spontaneous inner Gista, on the tone and smile of Endra.
"Usually, Tea, if people don't know anything it's just falling down the verdict."
Gista adem saw Endra chattering because of his subtlety.
"Teh know that we do not know if our hearts are broken yah—liver, I mean, he can go anywhere. Eyes, skin, face, pain A, B, C, but the problem is in his liver, his heart. If viewed at a glance, people such as his face yellow, you do not think 'oh, this is a problem of the heart'. They think he's 'less scrub like a bath'."
It's hard not to laugh. He explained while peppering with jokes. "What happened?"
"Yes, Tea. People well, Tea, if often mager there is a possibility that the liver is problematic. Often sleepy, often tired even though nothing really happens. Thought he ate less, uh his heart was broken."
Endra smiled seeing Gista also entertained.
"Hati—livernya protest, the term, giving code to the body. Nih, must be diobatin, must be rested so good again. That is why there are all kinds of symptoms. That, Tea."
The handsome young man continued to speak.
"But people don't know. They think that the liver is damaged, yes vomiting blood, or physically sick in the liver when people think? Should be sick in that part is just said that's problematic. But not."
Gista nodded again. Take good care.
"That's it, Tea. People will judge from what looks like doang," he said softly. "So, if Teteh is called A, B, C, D is the same person yes, jaudah, because he does not understand. Did a doctor say that Teteh was crazy?"
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