The Nurse's Choice of Man

Like Stung

Amara decided to go to the room ahead of Dimas as the day grew night. While engaging in casual chats with her husband and in-laws, the girl was found yawning over and over again. It was clear that three people who were there compactly told the veiled woman to go to bed quickly.

The girl wasn't smart enough to hide her tired face, until those slightly watery red eyes were seen by Dimas who happened to be by her side so clearly.

Sitting on a long sofa in a room that was not her personal realm, Amara was stunned with a stupefied mind. His cheeks immediately turned red when he remembered the sweetness of Dimas' treatment of him earlier.

Yes, he even fully realized that Dimas did it solely as a support for their acting. However, a heart beat that always cannot lie if he himself likes it.

Amara is completely fascinated by the figure of a man named Dimas. No matter what he looked like and how ignorant the man was, all the ugliness of Dimas had even been perfectly covered by his meager good demeanor.

He realized, slowly but surely, that love was beginning to take hold. The feeling was so strong, that he could not dispel even how great he tried.

Being trapped in the trap of love clapping one hand really makes him not want a reciprocal feeling. It just takes extra energy to hide the taste. It doesn't seem to be difficult. From childhood he was even used to hiding his feelings. Feelings about Juan. He never even thought that the presence of Dimas could shift the existence of Juan in the deepest trough of his heart.

Amara himself does not understand, the love that arises due to the bond of marriage that is intertwined, or indeed the natural impulse of the heart that is repeatedly made flowery by a Dimas Sanjaya.

He was so conscious that to drop his heart on a Dimas was to throw himself into a hole completely filled with thorns. He will only feel the pain without the slightest chance of his love will be avenged.

Nevertheless, he was quite ready to live out his destiny. For Amara, his wounds and himself are like friends who have always been together. His heart was quite strong because it was used to getting forging. One thing he always laid upon the Lord in every prostration, that is, a sense of steadfast name so that his heart is strong and will not be broken.

Amara sighed many times in order to expel the discomfort in her heart. He hurriedly laid his body on the long sofa and covered his entire body with a thick blanket. The girl hoped to fall asleep soon before Dimas came and made his feelings back.

However, just about to fall asleep, the girl was already distracted by a touch landing on her cheek. Yes, with a semi-conscious feeling his ears can still hear Dimas's voice despite his long-goals.

"Mar, are you sleeping?"

Amara tried to open her eyes that still felt heavy, then blinked to collect the life that had been separated out of nowhere. His head weakly turned to the left and was immediately greeted by Dimas's dazzling smile.

"What's wrong?" asked the girl in a typical raucous voice of waking up. As forcefully as he looked at Dimas with a questioning expression. Now he could tell clearly that the man was kneeling on the floor, arms resting on the sofa, while Dimas' body leaned towards him.

He could confirm if Dimas had just taken a shower in the middle of the night blind. Her hair was half wet, while from her body was emitting a fragrant aroma from soap and shampoo. And again, the impression of handsome and seductive really can not be separated from him.

"Moved, yeah. Don't sleep here."

"Well!" Immediately, Amara's bouncy body woke up and then sat down in shock. Dimas did say very slowly and impressed carefully. However, it immediately made him panic because he thought he had laid the body in the wrong place and not necessarily. Immediately Amara circulated his gaze and realized that he was actually sleeping on the sofa.

"Thank you for waking up, Mom." The girl rubbed her face and then moved. He thought about going downstairs to sleep in his own room.

"Hey, where are you going?" While speaking softly, Dimas' hands quickly moved to hold Amara until the girl sat back on the sofa. Because she was still very sleepy, Amara then answered Dimas's question with a weak tone and half moaning.

"Said I was told to move."

"Not moving down. Mom and Dad slept there. Move to my bed, yeah. Let's sleep more comfortably."

"Engg." Amara bellowed while shaking her head. He leaned back his body and then closed his eyes.

"Mar .. I said move." Dimas again reminded Amara and the girl again just a head bobble. His drowsiness was so strong that he thought sleeping anywhere was enough to feel comfortable. He no longer needed a bed.

Dimas who was still standing could only sigh slowly while shaking his head.

"Basic. Told to move and even crumple again. Ask for someone." Dimas grumbling. He turned his gaze to the door for a moment, before then returning again to the figure of Amara who coiled the blanket comfortably. He intended to wake her up, but Amara's dark face was closed making it so unbearable.

Confused, Dimas scratched his non-itchy head. This girl looks so sleepy that she can't be invited to talk. It's free to talk about a plan if the interlocutor is fast asleep. So without a second thought, Dimas immediately bent down to scoop up Amara's body and carried her into a sling. He then very carefully put it on the bed.

When he saw Amara did not react, Dimas then said quietly near the ears of his wife.

"Sorry, Mar. I had to move and make you uncomfortable. This is a precarious situation. I hope you're not angry, yeah."

A moment later, Dimas immediately went up to the bed. Infiltrate to Amara's side and into the blanket, his hands then move circular in his stomach Amara who was sleeping with a supine position.

Dimas completely erodes the distance. Close her body with Amara and embrace her warmly before closing her eyes. His left hand was even blown under Amara's head as if it were a pillow.

Some time has passed. Dimas was still in his position as if he was waiting. Justright. A moment later, the door of the room sounded creaking slowly as if it was opened in a very slow motion. Dimas knew who it was, so he acted as if he was asleep.

"So sweet once they are, Pa. Look, they're sleeping hugging. They actually sleep one room."

The sound of Amel who exclaimed with success made Dimas have to fight hard to resist laughing. The man still held on to his position and closed his eyes tightly. A moment later he heard another voice speaking.

"Sttts. Don't be so hard, Ma. They'll wake up because Mama's noisy." Handoko warned. "It has. Let's go back to the room. You've seen what you want to see, haven't you?"

"Yes. I'm satisfied and relieved, now" replied Amel. And then, Dimas heard the door again creak and left the silence of the room.

In order to make sure everything, Dimas immediately opened his eyes and turned his head towards the door. Right, the figure of his papa mother was already not there and it made him sigh in relief.

"Successfully." He cheered softly with satisfaction. After that he glanced at Amara who knew nothing and then whispered with a smile. "Thank's, yes Mar. Good job," he said.

Dimas looked at Amara's face for a while before then raising the girl's head with his right hand. Of course so that his left hand can be pulled out without disturbing the comfort of the girl's sleep.

But what happened was beyond estimates. Amara who had previously slept on her back suddenly tilted her body with her left hand moving around Dimas' waist.

Surprised, the man turned his back while scanning Amara's hand. He saw the girl's eyes that were still tightly closed.

Could it be that his movements just made Amara piqued and reflexes moved to hug because he thought he was a bolster pillow?

Ah, the inner Dimas immediately raged erratically. He hurriedly held Amara's hand, intending to move her. However, the girl clutched her pajamas behind Dimas, acting as if she did not want to be moved. The girl even moved to close her face to Dimas' warm chest which again made the man turn.

For some reason, the heart that was beating quietly as it should, now suddenly works twice as fast. Unable to be denied, the warmth of Amara's body really presents a comfortable sensation. The fragrant aroma that greets the sense of smell also feels soothing.

As he was looking at every inch of his wife's face from the side, suddenly an angry Juan immediately appeared in the eye pelukan and it made Dimas like stung.

"Mar, plis .. don't gini, dong. Remember Juan, Mar. What if he's angry?" with a slick expression.