
...You know what it's like to touch her but you can't?...
...You know what it's like to hide your feelings....
...So sucks!...
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“Dok, you're single?” A question came up and made me raise my eyebrows. Two young women sat in front of me. They had it all, beautiful, shiny long hair, tall bodies, awake curves like Spanish guitars, flat stomachs, perfumes and expensive clothes, apparently they lived an effortless life, plus their style seems to intentionally resemble one another. I have to get used to something like this.
“Carla, you're naughty.” His friend Olla nudged his close friend. “You're not enough yes, still running again.” Oppa has finished explaining the breast implant option to them, precisely one of the girls named Olla.
“It's name intermezzo dear, open new knowledge horizon.” Carla with her signature giggling laugh gave me goosebumps. But I can't make any expressions, they're patients, of course they should be treated like kings. It's wrong I made a mistake to offend them, they don't operate here.
“He's been mostly doc. Don't trust..” The sugar baby. Oppa just smiled hearing their jokes. “But doctor Joshua handsome once, rich korean drama artist.” Carla flirts with her doctor. Of course he's a copy of my Oppa Jin Lee.
“Thanks for the compliment.” Oppa can always find a way to be friendly with his patients without seeming interested. He has always seemed to draw the line between professional and personal relationships.
“Dok, if I take the procedure here, it may cost you a discount Dok.” Olla is talking now. Don't want the discount, do you? I want to get rich, but of course I can't. Makep-cakep request discount.
“That's the power of the Hospital Director to discount Miss Olla.” Oppa turned his words around with a smile. This time I don't need to be the translator because they are fluent English.
“Ohhh so. How about dinner with you Doc. The doctor can explain more details about earlier.” Carla's still trying.
“Sorry I recently had a full schedule lately. Later the schedule for consultation to Doctor Yuna is okay. Later want to ask around to see doctor Yuna too.” And she smartly threw her talk at me, I gave my smile to them.
“Ahh doctor Yuna, doctors are lucky to be able to every day with Oppa. So exciting.” Olla spoke the language to me. I grimaced widely at them.
“Oppa this is giving work every day, Sister. Brutal again, no exclamation.” I just call Brother like they're older, more experienced. More everything.
“At least not as tight as I say, can wash your eyes.” He responded to me while blinking his eyes, I could only smile. “Ya please help later Doc. I'm negotiating first for family when.”
“Good, just notify Brother. Later if it has been fixed, I give a schedule of 1x checks before surgery after the date determined.” I opened the door to take them away.
“Basic sugar baby.” The door closed, I went back inside and grumbled.
“You will often face something like that. Lest you give them a look of disdain, you should remember to be friendly to anyone, not to try to judge anything.” Oppa reminded.
“I know Doc.” I completed the caption on Carla's check sheet.
The door was knocked by someone. Dr. Maria, a doctor of general surgery.
“Doctor Joshua, let me buy you lunch today.” A beautiful doctor from the general surgery department greeted him. How can? He's so friendly? What is their relationship, Doctor Joshua only once helped him consult with a case of rhinopyhma which is very rare here. My mind immediately thought they must often chat, then make a meal, I just never accidentally chat for long with him, deliberately Doctor Maria let him eat. Directly annoyed.
“Ohhh, doctor Maria. Okay, briefly.” Oppa directly okein his invitation.
“I wait in front ya Doc..” He waved while smiling sweetly.
“Really..” I suddenly made a slow grunt. He looked at me, I didn't see him still finishing up the patient records.
“Yes, something wrong?” He doesn't understand my words.
I clenched my hands. I can't have the right to ask, of course. We have no relationship whatsoever. And suddenly it felt like it was depressing me. Jealousy seeing him having lunch with the others, chatting with the other doctors, but you know you have no right to ask anything.
“No, I just remembered something. I'm out first Doc.” My eyes are foggy, and I feel so stupid. Maybe Maria's doctor just wanted to express his gratitude for Oppa's help, but I was immediately provoked. Falling in love is stupid. I feel stupid...
She's back for lunch, I'm trying to look normal. I'm trying! I'm really trying, but maybe this isn't my best day of trying or PMS is too much of a dangerous trigger for a person's mood stability.
“Yuna, you know doctor Maria's patient yesterday, this is a photo after her first operation.” I looked at the picture uninterestedly. “He did well.” Just keep praising. I'm not saying anything, we have one consultation at half an hour.
“Ok,.” He still sees pictures of Maria's doctor. I imagined what a nice picture of excess tissue plus its contents might be cheese. (We doctors call fat/pus or other parts of the body into a kind of food)
"What's so special about that?"
"Whatchu mean? Nothing special just this rare case." I snorted while smiling cynically.
"What's wrong with you? You look upset from earlier?"
"Nothing..." Now Oppa looks at me, sometimes I'm at a desperate point. Will this work out in the end. Will he assume my whereabouts, understand my feelings. Sometimes I feel like he's close but so far away.
"What's wrong? Can you tell me?" Now he asked attentively.
"I just can't tell you Doc."
"Why? You don't trust me?" I took a deep breath hearing his question.
"Sometimes I just hate my self."
"Why do you hate yourself?"
"Because sometimes I think I'm stupid." He shrugged his shoulders.
"All of us have done something stupid. You just have to keep living to laugh at it." I saw him smiling while playing his pen.
"You got good grades in philosophy, don't you, Doc?" I reversed his statement.
"It's not about me, it's about you princess... Why not you. just speak up. Maybe I can give you some perspective."
"I'm definitely not princess, never believe that, I never see prince come to save me, I don't need some perspective..."
*I'm certainly not a princess, I don't believe princess stories. I've never seen a prince come to my rescue, I don't need a point of view.
"Every woman wants to be a princess. You see princess tendencies here often. Let's just say I'm your older brother, you can tell me anything..." Big brother, so he thinks of me as his little sister.
He never considered being my prince? Huh, never mind. I'm Queen, I need King not his son. That's perspective. **
**Have not considered being my prince? It'sit's okay. I'm the Queen, I need the King not his son. That's a point of view
I didn't answer him anymore because he thought of me as his little brother. With all the adult seductresses who were his patients, he considered me a naive little sister. Didn't they?! I'm not even considered a woman but a little girl?!
"You still don't want a story?"
"Whatever!"
"What?" He doesn't understand what I'm saying, of course.
And I left it alone to call the next patient.
He considered me 24 years old woman as a little princess with ponytail riding a unicorn?!
Now, I hate you Oppa.
* She saw me 24 years old as a little princess with a ponytail riding a unicorn. I hate you Oppa*