The Nurse's Choice of Man

Stay

It was dark when Amara got home. The lights were on, Dimas' car was parked pretty in the garage, indicating that the man had arrived before him. By limp he opened the iron fence, then entered the house with a shunt step.

When opening the main door, his brows were made to be clutched by a female voice that sounded from within. Just hurry he came in to find out who it was.

Arriving at the doorway connecting the living room and the living room, his footsteps immediately choked. The sight he saw there made his heart throb pain. How not? Dimas and Naura were sitting on the same sofa, huddling together and Naura leaned her head against Dimas's shoulder.

At first glance there is nothing vulgar about their togetherness, considering Dimas and Naura seemed to laugh while staring at the screen of the device held by Dimas. However, what makes Amara uncomfortable is that it was done by a foreign woman in her house, with her husband and without her permission. The devil is everywhere. So, what if the two unknowingly do things that violate religious norms?

"Mara? You're back?" Dimas who realized the presence of his wife immediately spoke up to say hello. The man did not change his position at all. Only the corners of his lips were raised together until it formed a smile.

Beside Dimas, Naura who noticed Amara's arrival instantly moved to change the sitting position and create a distance with Dimas. The beautiful woman reviewed the smile, then greeted Amara politely.

"Hi, Mar. Just home?"

"Yes. I stopped by grocery shopping at the mini market for a while. I went to the kitchen first, yes," said Amara while showing a bag full of groceries.

"That's why we're here, join us, yeah. I want to talk about it!"

Amara paused for a while as Dimas exclaimed from his spot, and he only responded with a nod of his head before then stepping his feet into the kitchen.

"What's up, Mom?" amara asked as she returned to the living room. The girl is now sitting across Dimas, only stymied by a medium-sized glass table.

"Gene ...." Dimas put his phone on the table, then started talking after looking at Naura for a while. "You know what, Naura's a model?"

Yeah, I know. So what does this have to do with me? inner Amara.

"So gini, some days he has a photo shoot in the area here," continued Dimas again.

"No problem, right, if he stays here while shooting. Than I've gone all the way to pick him up. I've been busy lately, Mar, I've been working hard. Yes, you can, Mar. Can, yeah."

Deg. Amara's suspicions were proven. Dimas actually asked for his permission for Naura to stay here. The man even put on a cute face for the sake of persuading.

"stay? I mean Mas Dimas, you're sleeping ...." Amara did not dare to continue her words. Only his pair of eyeballs and index finger worked together, pointing and staring at the lovers alternately.

"Huh, don't think about it!" sahut Dimas instantly, as if to understand what Amara thought. "Gue just as Naura couldn't sleep together, Mar. We have no bond. But if she sleeps together, it's okay, right?" asked Dimas later, but this time with great caution.

Not even Amara answered, Dimas again said.

"For a room, you don't have to be dizzy. I have changed the folding mattress with a new bed and mattress. It's neatly arranged too, so you'll stay sweet bobo, deh."

Even for the bed, Dimas had already cleaned it up. Obviously, all of this they had planned before.

Forced, Amara nodded her head even though she did not like it. Not because of jealousy, but rather to feel guilty for his in-laws. He could confirm that Dimas would have asked him to keep everything from Amelia, and that was evident through Dimas' words afterwards.

"Please, you keep this a secret from papa's mama, yeah. I'm afraid they're riding. Naura is also temporary. It won't take long."

"I'm sorry I can't promise, Mom. But I will try to keep this a secret, really. As much as I can, yes," said Amara honestly. He can't promise anything uncertain.

"Thank you, Mar."

"Together."