Love As Dosed?
The Malvin Story Part 1

Malvin couldn't help his words when he found out who was looking for him. Had hoped that the person was Yasmin, even though her little heart had said that it was impossible, but the other side in her still hoped that Yasmin would come and see him.

Now he grew disappointed when he found out that the person who was looking for him was his own Papa.

"Well, didn't you come here first? It could be the nelfon," muttered Malvin while holding back his annoyance, "the age is also sophisticated," he continued.

The Papa immediately gave a faint snort. "Indeed, if Papa nelfon first you want to meet Papa directly? Don't you? At least you'll be fiddling with excuses to keep avoiding."

Malvin did not argue because what Papa said was the truth. If the Papa invites you to meet, he will definitely try his best to avoid it. Whatever he would do to not meet the Papa.

Sighing, Malvin put both his hands in his white coat pocket and glanced at Papa with a doubtful look.

"So what's wrong, a specialist obgyn best in Jakarta center came to see the resident obgyn doctor whose career is mediocre?"

Papa Malvin shrugged both his shoulders simultaneously. "Maybe because our last names are the same."

Malvin was immediately annoyed. He hated the fact that they had the same last name. He might not be that sorry if he had three syllables to his name, but the problem is that his name only has two syllables. As a result, what distinguishes his name and Papa is only their nickname. Malvin Prawicaksana and Damar Pramicaksana.

"Well, buy Papa some coffee!"

Malvin immediately narrowed both eyes, while removing the hand of the Papa who had previously been able to embrace his shoulder.

"Now back?" malvin asked, "it should be the old young tractate, the senior junior treaty. It's not the other way around," he grumbled later.

"Geez, my goodness, what is your Papa's own calculation?" asked Damar with an expression of disbelief.

"Papa's money is much, why ask for the tract of his poor son?"

"You poor?" sindir the Papa, "according to the parents so as not to be poor."

Malvin grunts in disbelief. "Emang is still lacking, Pa? What has Malvin been doing so far?"

With his innocent face, the Papa nodded in assent. "Human nature is not always lacking even though it has been given enough? You've got good facilities like this still feel poor too, meaning it still feels less too right?"

In Malvin's heart immediately cursed faintly. He's pissed. Upset at not being able to evade the true words of the Papa.

"Yes, come on!" take Malvin later.

His face looked a little forced. Another case with the Papa who actually looks satisfied. The two then walk with Malvin leading while Damar just tailed behind the son.

"Where are you going?" ask Damar in wonder.

Both are now out of the hospital building. Even though in the building there is a coffee shop, then why did the son not treat him there instead of having to go out?

"Say ask for coffee?"

This time Damar nodded in understanding. Then it turns out, 'Oh, maybe near the hospital there's a coffee shop that tastes better. So the son took her there rather than just treat her in a coffee shop in the hospital.

Damar felt moved for a moment, it turned out that his son was this concerned about him.

"Pa, why shut up? Come, in!" take Malvin, "so ask for a treat?" decaknya.

Damar still had his confused face. Hearing the son's question, he immediately displayed his disbelief face.

"From so many places, should you really take Papa for coffee here?" decak Damar a little emotional.

"Why?" Malvin asked back, "don't get me wrong, Pa, the coffee here is no less delicious than the coffee in Starbuck. In addition to delicious, the added value of this coffee is clearly cheap. It can still be the same eating fried foods plus debt. If it's a complete package like this, why bother buying drinks in expensive places?"

Damar looked at the son with an expression of disbelief. "Are you really poor, Vin?"

Malvin chuckles amusedly when he finds the face of shock Papa. "Yes, his name is still a resident doctor, yes it is still poor, Pa," he replied directly into a simple coffee shop located near the hospital.

Damar sighed. "Know this should have been Papa told you to go to management business for his S2."

Malvin shrugged both of his shoulders. "Where do I know, it's my own fault that I was told to take a specialist."

"For the sellers, huh?" asked Damar suddenly, when the two had already gone inside.

Malvin turned to Papa and turned to the beautiful girl who was serving other buyers. He then gave a faint chuckle shortly after, both of his shoulders raised simultaneously. Let the Papa speculate at will. Though the girl was only the son of the owner of the stall, who happened to be replacing his parents selling, because his father was sick. But Malvin admitted that the girl was beautiful.

Damar then sat down in an empty chair. Malvin sat down after ordering a drink for them.

"Do specialists want to take business management?"

Malvin immediately looked at the Papa with a cynical eye. This made Damar immediately chuckle.

"Papa just nanya, don't tell, Vin. His eyes are ordinary. After you grow up, Papa thinks Papa is more afraid of you than your Mama."

"That's funny. Where is Papa afraid of me? If Papa's afraid, Papa's gonna tell me what I like. And not this kind of force."

Damar raised his eyebrows in wonder. "Who is the real one? Why is Papa maksa you're doing it?" the question is not thought out.

Malvin snorted as he crossed his hands in front of his chest. "Sign in medicine and take a specialist. Papa thinks it's Malvin's will?"

Damar then asked, "Who do you want? As Papa recalls, Papa never maksa you make take medicine let alone take a specialist. Papa just directs, never requires. Why is it Papa's fault now?" the reply does not accept, "people from the beginning you do not show a sign of rejection really. You're enjoying, why are you so proud Papa?"

Malvin grunts. He wanted to retaliate but was forced to shut down because his drink order had arrived.

"Papa's destination came to see Malvin what?"

Damar almost forgot. "Oh yes, Papa came here because he asked for clarity on your relationship with the woman he said you had invited to the house. How's it? So when do we get to Papa's son-in-law's house?"

Malvin's expression turned sour. He put down a glass with his black coffee which he did not drink. Her mood drifted away instantly. He hated this moment the most. He was completely avoiding this topic. And now he has to discuss it with the Papa, of course he is getting lazy.

"Biantem?" guess Damar.

Malvin was silent.

"Yes, if you're still fighting. Papa will not be maksa, you can obrolin first well before deciding to a more serious level. Just let me know later if you're ready to go to bed."

Damar then took a sip of his black coffee and looked around. Suddenly he was nostalgic during koas and residents who like to hang out in this kind of coffee shop. If now boro-boro, can eat together with his beloved wife once a week is an extraordinary achievement.

"I think Malvin's hope for marriage is the same Yasmin has zero big, Pa," murmured Malvin in a soft voice.

Damar who was sitting right next to him was naturally able to hear him quite clearly. He even choked in shock.

"What?!"