Dr. Masko invite me over to his quarter on a Sunday afternoon as it was a holiday ,no patients so not duty.The quarter that he was living was so nice, American style the roof top with slate of red colour on it, as I entered ..it was more beautiful than outside ,the room was big enough and the quarter it was without Storey( flat).
After a long conversation between us, he( Dr. Masko) spoke out " Hey ! Man I appreciate that you opt. English as your honour subject, I won't let you down" I don't know exactly what he meant.
"Become my writer, very simple so that for you and I... both our dreams come true " he requested .
" How? " I questioned , he interrupted " Becoming a Doctor was not my aim but I must " I don't think of asking for that again, dreaming a lot about it for a while " OK I'll do that for you and me " I uttered as I don't want to lose the opportunity and I don't want him to look me off as well. That's how I start writing this piece of love story with a sort of mysterious truth behind.
A maid bought a tea and some cookies for us on a tray and kept it on the table in front of us where we sat on a soft sofa, she left without a word. Weird! I haunches my shoulder.
He insisted " Feel free and easy going with that." pointing out the Tea and cookies in front of me.
" Sure" after I took some sips of green tea with honey that I could smell the same lemon grass and some bit of butter cookies , delicious and I want it to go for needs so I asked " wash.. room? "
" Over there " he said.
walking across the room, before I get to it I came over a room where the door is wide opened and all I can see was a man lying down on the bed with windows open . Their bathroom and lavatory was attached yet it's complex in style and structure, wanna live in there ( Dr. House) with him.
I returned to a seat and I crossed a question to Dr.
" How was your parents, where do they live? "
" Oh they passed away before I could pass out my Pre - University " he muttered. I'm so confused about the man I see it before so I came up with questions
" Then what about the man who is sleeping over there? "
" Oh that's my friend , he don't feel good today and you know.. he was an amazing author who wrote it down for his love but couldn't complete it so all I can do for him was to let you fill it up all the incomplete part and fulfilled his masterpiece and yours as well."
" Why did you do that much for him?" I doubted .
" He is my life, without him what I would be? street roamer or a beggar " he cut a little jokes. But I know it's something out for that
But, how? I questioned myself as something as unknown story might behind of it .