The Virgin's Doctor

Chapter 4

　　I no longer doubted the identity of the stranger I had met at the bar since that night.

　　I also didn’t hesitate to brush my teeth twice a day because Mynt’s beautiful teeth are enviable. I only brush my teeth once, sometimes not yet.

　　Damn, Verine oh!

　　Sometimes we meet to find out Tit’s schedule.

　　Every time we meet, he tells us about their life back then, when his father hadn’t taken him.

　　“Verine,” Tit said.

　　“You used to be fresh Tit,” I promised with a smile.

　　“Verine is getting well!” she said.

　　“He doesn’t want you to get hurt Tit.”

　　“Impossible.” He couldn’t believe his promise.

　　“H-how did you find out ?!” she shouted.

　　“Does that even matter?” I answered him.

　　“Let’s go home first. We’ve been exposed to the heater before, it’s not fresh!”

　　When we got home, he immediately asked me a question. I gave the answer he wanted to hear, I said everything I knew.

　　All I know is that she wants to be with her dear child and her child misses the care of a mother.

　　“Mynt.” I smiled at it. It’s a good thing he’s not busy with business.

　　Maybe even if it was busy, he would put it aside first because it was the time.

　　I sat it on the living room sofa. Tit is still tidying up his room. Tit was overjoyed when I told him that they would have a child again. He may not have slept last night.

　　It prepared a lot of food as if it were a festival. Maybe it can be considered a festival because the mother and daughter will meet.

　　“Where is she?” Mynt asked.

　　“Still fixing… You’re here first and I’ll just help in the kitchen.”

　　“Oh? Why are you here? Of course you’re englisherses!” I promised to see Mynt follow into the kitchen. The housemates were too busy to notice his presence.

　　“You, stay there.” I said.

　　He chuckled. “I understand you, alright. I can speak.”

　　Oh damn!

　　“She’s smart!”

　　It laughed then moved some dishes on the table.

　　“Damn Mynt! Don’t help me, I can do that!” I told him. I grabbed his arm to get the dish he was holding but he avoided it.

　　“I’m a man, I have muscles and I’m strong. I can do this.”

　　“I’m a woman and I’m strong too!” My complaint.

　　“I don’t think so, you seem weak. You can’t do what a man can do,” He stated.

　　“No! No! No! It’s not true that a woman can do what you’re doing! Especially carrying that food, it’s easy!” I tried to pick it up again but I failed.

　　Even if it’s Tit’s son, I’ll shoot it!

　　“Why! Who did they do to you? A woman, right? Who gets pregnant? Who can cope with the pain of contracting the cervix to be ready for childbirth? Aren’t they women? And who is the one who gives birth? Baby girl and boy? Aren’t women, women are more productive because they can give life to the world by getting pregnant and their uterus! So women are stronger and more productive because they can cope with every disease by contracting their muscles during menstruation and taking care of their children even if they are very tired and they are also more productive because without them there are no men like you. Underestimating to woman’s ability! “I said quickly to her. Her eyes widened, seemingly surprised by what I was saying.

　　I was right e. That’s my point of view on that issue, that’s my opinion. This is a democratic country where we can say our opinions and perspective in life.

　　Damn!

　　I was shocked to find out!

　　“I’m not oppressing women, alright. It’s just that, I’m the only man here. I should help a woman like you. Especially because you’re dear to my mom.” He calmly promised.

　　“What’s that noise Spermcegg k—” Tit didn’t finish what the two of them were going to say.

　　He stiffened to the point of not being able to move, when his mind returned to reality he approached the child and kissed him tightly. The housemates stopped what they were doing.

　　Now there is no barrier for their mother, they can be with each other and fill the time they lost. This scenario is heartwarming. It was like we were watching a telenovela at noon.

　　It is true that a parent loves his child more. Parents will care and sacrifice for the good of the child. The mother cannot tolerate her child but the child can tolerate her mother. That’s true, Mynt didn’t show up to make the mother happy but he also didn’t know how hard it was when he wasn’t by her side.

　　“Lintek oh!” I was shouted at by a fly that landed on the kare kare. The mother and daughter stopped for a moment and looked at me!

　　“Ah… T-there’s a fly in the dish.”

　　“Let’s eat,” I said. I also invited the housemates, it’s nice to watch a telenovela while eating!