The Nurse's Choice of Man

Compact

In the morning when she opened her eyes, Amara did not find Naura sleeping by her side. It's fitting that the girl had woken up, apparently the alarm clock in the nightstand had shown at six in the morning. Amara woke up late this morning. The girl hurried up and prepared for the dawn prayer.

After bathing and preparing herself, Amara then went to the kitchen to cook as usual. Unlike usual, this morning he smelled the fragrant aroma of cooking that was out and piercing the sense of smell. While guessing who the cook was, he stepped steadily towards the kitchen.

Justright. From the doorway, he saw Naura standing in front of the stove while stirring the cooking in the pan. Being too busy with her cooking activities, the girl in silk pajamas and strung hair was unaware of her presence. Intending to appreciate, Amara also approached while greeting.

"Bak Naura cook what?"

Naura turned her head and smiled to find Amara standing next to her.

"Capcay cooking, Mar. I use the vegetables in your fridge. Sorry, yes," said the girl regretfully.

"Ah, not pa-pa, ma'am. I thank you for taking the initiative to cook, "Amara replied.

"All training to serve Dimas, Mar. Hehe, who knows if you are divorced and we marry later I am used to Dimas. I can't wait for that day to come. Dimas must be happy to have a beautiful wife and a cooking pinter like me." The slim girl with a height of one hundred and seventy centimeters smiled meaningfully while looking at Amara. Then, with his feminine style, he pulled out the hair blocking the face before then returning to stir the cooking.

I don't know why Amara's heart suddenly throbbed pain. Although Naura was kind and always smiling, she felt that she was proud and underestimated him. From her tone just now Naura had displayed a prideful attitude hidden behind her gentleness.

Ah, I don't know. I hope it's just my bad thoughts. It's entrenched.

"It's ripe."

Naura's voice managed to make Amara wake up from her daydream. Amara. He noticed Naura turning off the stove and moving the cooked vegetables to the serving plate. Occasionally smile when their eyes collide. Yes, a bitter smile.

If you look in terms of physical and Naura's movements in doing activities, Amara can only swallow because they are clearly not comparable. Naura is really beautiful and charming. She is so well groomed and her full beauty can be enjoyed at any time.

While he is inversely proportional to Naura. Her beautiful crown was covered in a veil. In terms of appearance there is really nothing to be proud of because it is covered by polite clothes. Nevertheless, he remains grateful and proud. He can keep something precious from himself only for those who love him later. And only a special person like Juan could truly love him. Juan even knows how he is overall. Never underestimate, let alone lower his pride.

Ah, again it is just wishful thinking, because now the situation has been different. Amara doesn't even know who her love will lead to.

"Well, you guys are so compact. This hour is busy cooking in the kitchen, too. Cool."

The two women turned their heads towards the door, where Dimas was standing with a smile full of happiness.