5

While combing my hair I went downstairs, I woke up at noon because Devie and Janna didn't put me to sleep. They keep arguing, good and only minor. It’s hard when the two get serious, I can’t help it.

I sighed. "Hmm.. Hmm... Hmm..." I was stunned to smell the fragrant food. My eyebrow knit.

"I don't cook. I don't know how to cook either." I quickly walked to the kitchen and I was almost stunned by what I saw. What the heck!? What is he doing.

"Hey, you woke up at noon ah." In his sarcastic way, he said that. He even asked me to sit at the counter and I was shocked and complied.

I blinked before drinking the water. Who wouldn't be surprised at him? He was wearing no top—He's shirtless for goodness sake! And only an apron covering his front.

I followed Theo's movements, he was obviously very good at cooking. Not like me, I don't even know how to fry—Even the frozen foods.

"What are you doing here? And how did you get into my house again--"

"Let's eat first." I was left speechless when he suddenly attacked me by food. He just chuckled then with a teasing smile, he shot me again one after another.

"What the.."

"That's right, just eat and eat." He commanded in a soft voice as a big smile caressed my head like a pet dog.

I gaped at him before chewing on what he had shot. I'm sure my face is ugly because of his laughing expression. I breastfed him before drinking the water.

"Good." He mumbled.

I didn't stop looking at him while eating, he's the only one who enjoys our lunch because he just keeps smiling or should I say smirking. This man is too much! He's irritating! Why do I let him follow me! We finished eating I asked him again how but his only answer was secret.

"Tomorrow I will return—"

"Why are you coming back!? I've already given it to you now!" Uncontrollably, I said.

"Well, let me tell you this one Hope Quinn. I don't just stop just because you said so."

"What!? Why are you doing this. You have no obligation to me!"

A mysterious smile form on his lips."It's a secret too."

"Don't worry when the right time comes you'll know too. Just be patient, and let me stay with you. Okay?" I gasped.

"Whatever!" I threw stones at him when I was holding the book, which he immediately caught. I can no longer read well because his words are pure. He is not talkative, he is just naughty and annoying.

How many weeks has he been tattooing me? He always comes here—Almost every day! Suddenly he appears out of nowhere. I once asked him, where does he live and why he seems to be able to get here so easily. He just said secret like the usual.

I looked at him, he was just busy watching tv. we are here now in the living room, I am sitting on one side of the sofa while he is in front of me. I narrowed my eyes at him, now I got curious who and why he always wanted to follow me.

"Don't stare at me like that.."

"Like what?"

"Like..You're interested with me." He had a smirk on his lips as he said that so I looked at him. Why is he so quick to read me? I smirked before raising an eyebrow at him.

"What if you're right?" He is now the one who knits his forehead.

"What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath. "What if I'm really interested—" I stopped talking when I saw that he wasn't moving.

I stood up and touched him. "Hey, are you alright?"

He blinked before following my hand resting on his shoulder. I quickly deleted it because of his strange reaction. “Ahm.. C-Can you repeat it? Did I hear it right?"

I nodded. "Yes, let's just say I'm interested in you —in your personality. I mean, I'm curious because you're the only one who dared to tease me and follow me —Even in my own house."

"Damn." He didn't say a word so I looked at him. I'll admit he looks good, I mean handsome so it's really surprising that he's just poor. He also has a race, hmm. I'm not really convinced he's just hanging out.

"I'm a surgeon doctor." My eyes widened as I looked at him.

"Really? Why it's not obvious?" I laughed softly but he didn't react so I was scared.

"Hey, I'm just kidding. Don't take it seriously." I almost whispered when he just being quiet.

He seemed really taken back by what I said. Is he angry? I was blown away at the thought, I was just kidding him. Recovery from his teasing but why did he react like that? My mouth was shut because I couldn’t read his reaction.

"S-Sorry, I think I offend you?" He just glanced at me before taking a deep breath.

"Nah, It just ah. How can I explain it? If even myself I don't know how." He shook his head so I sighed in relief.

"Are you really a surgeon doctor? If so, are you capable of life?" Right, according to the right word. He just nodded in response before sitting up.

"I don't really want to be a surgeon doctor." I nodded. Is that so? Then, why did he take the degree of being a doctor then? I looked at him, in the absence he stared while the sigh was steady.

"If you don't want to be a doctor, why did you—"

"I want to be a psychotherapy also know as psychotherapist doctor, not a surgeon you'll see, I can read you quickly or read your expressions —Your moods and whatever."

"Ahh, is that so? That's right." It is difficult to be a psychotherapy if you are based on moods, feelings, behavior and etch about personal feelings. According to what I have studied, psychotherapy is also psychological therapy or talking therapys the use of psychological methods, particularly when based on regular personal interaction with adults, to help a person change behavior and overcome problems in desired ways.

Psychotherapy aims to improve an individual's well-being and mental health, to resolve or mitigate troublesome behaviors, beliefs, compulsions, thoughts, or emotions, and to improve relationships and social skills. there are also numerous types of psychotherapy designed for children and adolescents, such as play therapy. Certain psychotherapies are considered evidence-based for treating some diagnosed mental disorders. Others have been criticized as pseudoscience.

Basically, he is really in mental health—They are the ones who talk to those with mental conditions. A psychotherapy for me must be long -suffering, the tasks also depend on how they can help the patient. They are the ones who prove that when you plant there is a harvest.

"Hmm, that's nice so you weren't scared when you found out about my condition."

"Yeah, but even though I didn't get what I wanted I knew a lot about being a psychotherapy."

"In that case, why didn't you take what you wanted?" When he didn't answer I swallowed, I slowly turned to him.

"Family matters." He just said, when our eyes met there was the emotion I always felt. Emotions never let go of me. Sadness. He only said two words but it seems like as much as I already know —Not because of what he said, it's because of his eyes.

"You'll be fine too Theo." I didn't say anything of my own before stroking his messy hair that mess again. Did he even combed it? I felt him stunned so I immediately stood up and went upstairs. I was drowsy, I need to rest.