The Love of a Possessive Doctor
That's what I am
"Yakin..prepared?", asked Kalen to his wife.
"God willing, Brother", Dea answered confidently.
"Come.", Kalen said taking the wife's hand out of the apartment.
"Sister..."
"Yes..."
"Let's not be far from me" Dea said.
"Of course baby.", answered Kalen with a faint smile.
The two will meet Sandra at one of the cafes.Dea has decided to meet her mother in person at one table.
After traveling for half an hour they finally arrived at the Cafe that has been determined by Kalen himself.Takabilit the man deliberately booked the cafe for the security of Dea.Tak forget that the cafe staff sense filled by his people while they were there.
"I should have designed a baby food business, if there is an event like this I no longer need to book a cafe" Kalen said as they walked into the cafe.
"Good idea Brother, let me manage" Dea replied.
"No. you will not allow me to work.Your job is enough to serve me to prepare all my needs", Kalen replied.
"Ck.. always have been", Dea's whistle.
"You're in college baby, and you're pregnant" Kalen replied.
"Yes yes..."
From a distance they saw a teenage man and Sandra was already sitting waiting for their arrival.
"Dea..."
"Yes...I-mother.", Dea answered.
"Let's sit down Nak.Include your sister Daren", said Sandra introduced her second child.
"Dea.", Dea stretched out her hand.
"Daren Kak, Kakakak is beautiful", Praise Daren to welcome Dea's hand.
"Ehemmm.", Kalen cleared his throat loudly when the wife was praised by another man even though it was Dea's own sister.
"Thank you Daren", Dea answered with a faint smile.
"Dea..."
"Yes Mom..."
"Pardon this mistake all this time leaving you with someone else.Mom do it for a reason.If you come along Mom,maybe at this time you live the name Nak.Papa family you do not want you to live because of the inheritance you get because the first child of your Papa is very much.So they want to master it all by getting rid of you",sandra.
"Yes Lord.",lih Dea.
"Do you remember the one who took you away a week ago?" asked Sandra.
"Yes..."
"He's your Uncle, Papa's sister you.Fika is your cousin" Sandra said making Dea surprised instead of playing.
"So.they asked for my hand then-for-the-money.
"Yes, the transfer of property from you to him" Sandra replied.
"Why are they so cruel if they ask I will give.I don't need it all" Dea said.
"Would you forgive me?", asked Sandra expectantly.
"What a son, you know this is not easy for you.But mom will prove that Mom has changed" Sandra said.
"Yes... Ma"
"Son Kalen, thank you for accompanying Dea to meet me" Sandra said.
"Yes..."
"May I hug you?" asked Sandra, looking at Dea expectantly.
Dea looked at her husband for approval.Kalen nodded slowly making Dea nod along.
Sandra stood up from her seat and hugged the princess, who she had left for almost 10 years.
"I'm sorry dear mother.", whispered Sandra tightly hugging the princess.
Dea was silent and did not answer, because she was still trying to accept the presence of her mother back in her life.
"May I hug Dea?", asked Daren.
"Don't touch my wife" Kalen said, staring intently at Daren.
"But he's my brother" Daren replied.
"There are no exceptions, even though you are his sister but you are a man growing up" said Kalen made Dea shook his head slowly to see the possessive nature of the husband kumat again.
"It's been...Daren respect your sister-in-law", Sandra told her youngest child.
"Yes Ma.", Daren replied.
Visual Daren yes
Sandra Visual
Visual Dion
So the faces of Dea and Daren mix the two yes.
After quite a long time meeting and sharing their stories they finally decided to go home to each other's residence.
"Sister.", Dea said as they were on their way home.
"Yes baby..."
"Why did Brother forbid Daren to embrace me?", asked Dea.
"He's a baby guy and I don't want you to be touched other than me" Kalen replied.
"But he's my brother, brother, why are you jealous anyway?", asked Dea.
"Just like Kaisan I'm jealous especially your sister" Kalen replied lightly.
"Huffhhh.. possessive", Dea said.
"That's me Kalendra" replied Kalen.
"Yes.yes..."
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