Mr. Gretha's Beloved Doctor
SUPERVISE
"Sakya! Get your hands off!"
"Huh?"
Sakya is shocked not to be confused, when she hears Dad Matthew's voice accompanied by a direct appearance of Greta's birth dad in front of her eyes.
Is Sakya dreaming?
But why did Dad Matthew's face look so real, and Sakya could also feel the breath of the middle-aged man.
So this means....
"Dad Matthew!" Squeak Sakya before then the man rolled back quickly. But it seems Sakya forgot, if behind her back, there is no more bed space to roll over.
Be finally Sakya's body floated for a moment before then landing safely onto the floor of the room.
Bugh!
"Our!" Sakya grimaced as she felt her back pain from her failed landing just now. If Sakya's back is sprained or may break, don't have Sakya put up her own cast and hook it up again by herself.
Because even if Sakya is an orthopedic doctor, but Sakya certainly can't operate on himself!
Can a Midwife sew it herself after giving birth?
Can't, can you?
Sakya got up and sat on the floor. The man was still goosebumps and the look on his face was a little surprised, when he found Dad Matthew whose facial expression was so relaxed as if without burden.
"What are you doing in Sakya's room?" Sakya asked at last, expelling the sense of oenasar that was now stirring in her heart and in her brain.
This is the third time Sakya's dream has been dissolved because of the presence of Dad Matthew. And unfortunately, tonight the form of Dad Matthew is really real in front of the eyes to make Sakya freefall from the top of the mattress while experiencing deep trauma.
"Observing you!" Dad Matthew answered as he got up and sat on the bed.
"Observating how?" Sakya asked, not understanding. Sakya had also risen from the floor and was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Dad thinks Sakya's stealing from Dad's house, doesn't she?" Sakya asked again guessing while expressing displeasure.
"It wasn't Dad who said it," Dad Matthew smiled sneering at Sakya.
"Ck! Sakya's not a thief, Dad!" Sergey Sakya does not accept the accusations against Dad Matthew.
After all, why would Sakya have to steal in the house of the in-laws?
Sakya's not a guy with a double eye!
Sakya is also the son of a rich man! The grandson of Hansel Abraham who owned several hotels, although Sakya did not help take care of the Abraham Group now, but still Sakya is part of the Abraham family!
"You are Gretha's most precious thief! Don't pretend to forget!" Dad Matthew growled while shaking Sakya's head.
Belonging to the most precious Gretha? Sakya hasn't done anything to Dad Matthew's daughter!
"Kan Sakya is in charge, Dad! Even though Sakya hasn't done anything"
"Still not confessing!" Gertak Dad Matthew fierce. Sakya went silent and chose not to comment again.
"Geekkee!" Sakya yawned again because her drowsiness had come again.
"Sakya can rest now, Dad?" Sakya asked in a polite tone as possible to Dad Matthew.
"Who told you to stay up, really?" Dad Matthew replied fiercely.
"Dad won't accompany Sakya to sleep again and watch over Sakya?" Sakya asked a bit more insinuating Dad Matthew.
"Are you a baby, who sleeps still to be watched and accompanied?" It was Dad Matthew who was starting to look upset. While Sakya instead chuckles without sin when he sees Dad Matthew who seems very upset.
"Why laugh?" Stiff Dad Matthew again.
"It's okay, Dad!" JawabBSakya while grinning without sin. While Dad Matthew was already standing up and seemed to be about to get out of Sakya's room.
Yess!
Sakya can dream with Gretha again after this and there will be no more disturbing Dad Matthew.
"Tomorrow we'll play golf at seven in the morning. So don't get up too late or Dad's gonna blow your head off at seven if you don't get up!" Dad Matthew pointed at Sakya who was directly gawking.
Just be right!
Golfing early in the morning?
"Good night!" Pamit Dad Matthew walked out of Sakya's room and closed the door.
"It sucks!" Bump Sakya while punching his pillow to vent the resentment in his heart. But not yet finished Sakya evaporate his emotions, the door of the room has suddenly returned to splash open.
Don't ask who opened the door!
Of course it's Dad Matthew.
"Hi, Dad! Is anyone missing?" Sakya asked him for small talk while smack down on his pillow.
"Dad's glasses are left behind!" dad Matthew took his glasses off the nightstand.
Ck!
"And, by the way, what are you doing? Tomorrow we're going to play golf and not practice boxing!" Tukas Dad Matthew as he shook his head.
"Sakya was just testing the strength of the pillow, Dad!"
"Pump it!" Ringis Sakya who immediately made Dad Matthew frowned confusedly. The middle-aged man, then walked out of Sakya's room and closed the door again.
"It sucks!" Sakya snorted while laying her body on the bed. Sakya gazes at the ceiling of the room and imagines the adorable face of Gretha.
"Sir Doctor!"
"Sir Doctor, smile dong! We're being photographed!" Gretha said while pulling the two corners of Sakya's lips to smile.
Actually, it wasn't Sakya who was arrogant or lazy to smile. But the frightening gaze of Dad Matthew throughout Sakya and Gretha's wedding, makes Sakya groggy and forgets a little how to smile.
Hhhh!
It looks like Sakya and Gretha's wedding photos are going to be the worst of the century!
Sakya won't see it!
"Sir Doctor!"
Sakya smiles to herself as Gretha's spoiled call to her returns ringing in Sakya's head.
It's ridiculous!
Sakya why, anyway?
Sakya shook her head and covered her face which suddenly heated up a little just because she imagined the cute face of Gretha and the spoiled voice of the girl who has now become Sakya's wife.
Although Sakya is still barred from falling in with Greta tonight, Sakya will not give up!
Tomorrow Sakya will look for a gap to be able to bob with Greta.
"Let's meet in the dream first, Gre!" Sakya muttered before the man closed his eyes while tightly hugging his roll.
"The shadow of Gretha who was struggling spoiled on Sakya had immediately become the opening scene of Sakya's dream.
May there be no appearance of Dad Matthew in Sakya's dream after this!
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