My brother would call me hati kental.
What does it exactly mean, I am not too sure, but he refers to a few incidents like once I put my hand on the hot stove after being told not to do so, then I didn't cry. Hati kental. Or when my cat went missing they say I didn't cry then too.
Funny how even if I want to reduce that part of me, Allah shapes the situation that I have to go through to make myself even more 'hati kental'. Like even if I have diagnosed myself to have a trauma of being alone, 'tick-tock-tick-tock', but in plan is that I have to live on campus in a single room, alone, in my final year. Tick tock tick tock.
I guess it is either kentalkan hati or undergo acute depression.