The Nurse's Choice of Man

Caught

Dimas almost gave up persuading Amara. The girl still seems reluctant to forgive him and accepts if last night's incident was purely a misunderstanding.

Amara remained silent. Didn't answer Dimas's question, nor did he respond to any of the man's treatment.

"Mar. Your husband wants to talk, so plis is horrified first."

The angry words were thrown from Dimas' lips as he and Amara passed each other in the living room, but what irritated him was Amara's attitude of turning around instead of returning his greeting. It was clear that Dimas was upset because Amara seemed so disgusted to see him.

"The husband who doesn't value his wife, rather." Amara used Dimas' words in a cynical tone after reflexes stopped her steps. Now he was silent, deliberately waiting for what kind of reaction Dimas without the slightest intention of turning around.

"Whatever, deh. For sure, I have clearly explained many times that this is just a misunderstanding. Even if I talk until this mouth is foamed you won't believe it."

"That knows." Amara answered quickly in a cynical tone while turning to face Dimas. "Why do you still waste time and energy trying to explain it all?"

Amara pauses her words when Naura suddenly comes and joins between herself and Dimas. The woman in the knee-length pink dress looked guilty as she looked at herself.

"I'm just judging by what I see, Mom. Without diminishing the slightest respect for you, I just want to remind you that it is an act of morality that is strictly forbidden by religion. But if you don't accept that there's a wrong assessment of me, I'm sorry."

Dimas sontak held back as Amara was about to move. He knew the girl was still disappointed, but pretended to look fine by being ordinary.

"Don't go, Mar. I'm not done talking." This time Dimas spoke in a soft tone and pleaded.

"What the hell else, Mom?" amara asked with a tired tone.

"Lo didn't intend to report this to Mama, did he?"

"No way to rule out the possibility if you are still reckless," concluded Amara with a firm tone after sighing, then passed away from there.

Dimas and Naura were compactly silent as they stared at Amara's back which moved away. A moment later Naura glanced at Dimas and caught clearly how the man was so chaotic with Amara's anger. Well, at a time like this is the right time for him to move. Putting on a sad face because it became a culprit over this dispute.

"Dimas .. It's all my fault. I am the cause of your dispute .... Amara should be mad at me, not at you."

"Yes, Ra. Don't try to beat yourself up like that. Amara is actually a forgiving person. You know, after the emotions subside, I'm sure things will go back to the way they were."

Naura smiled bitterly in response to Dimas' words. Under these circumstances, the man still praised the girl. Really makes him sick.

"Emm, honey," call Dimas on Naura.

"Yes." Yeah." Naura answered quickly while returning Dimas's gaze.

"Your shot is almost done, right?"

"Emm, yeah, anyway. Why why?"

"For the common good, after you've finished shooting you're out of here, too."

"Well, why is that?" Naura frowned while asking. His expression also showed an attitude of unacceptable, then spoke with high intonation pitched disappointed. "Are your thoughts also as narrow as Amara who only judges something from what is seen? I didn't think you were that bad, Dimas. I'm really disappointed."

"Norra." Dimas blocked Naura's wrist to hold the girl. However, when he was about to open his mouth to explain, it should be snarled when he heard the sound of knocking.

Simultaneously, Dimas and Naura turned towards the door. The two then looked at each other with frowns.

"Who came this early in the morning?" Dimas muttered while staring at the door again. Then he decided to step up and open it to kill the curiosity.

It was a shock when it was Amelia who stood outside after the door opened.

"Soge away." Amel spoke with great emphasis. "Let Mama come in."

"Ta–but Amara is taking a bath again, Ma," Dimas said, even with a stammering voice. Seen once if he did not expect the arrival of his mother.

"Mama said step aside, yeah move!" snapped Amel while getting rid of Dimas who was blocking his way.

Apparently Amel's anger was not enough to get there. As if he had found what he was looking for, the middle-aged woman with neatly brushed hair stared intently at the threat towards Naura who was flabbergasted.

"Basar women do not know themselves. Don't you have any shame, huh! Still approaching Dimas who clearly belongs to Amara!"

"Mama!" Dimas acted quickly to hold Amelia who was about to throw a punch towards Naura. Amel looked beavering, while the frightened Naura reflex moved to protect her face with her hands while closing her eyes.

"Ma, control yourself Mama!" pinta Dimas takes Amel away from Naura.

"You're asking Mama to control herself, Dimas?" Amel repeated Dimas' words in disbelief and in a flabbergasted manner. He then threw out Dimas' hand and accused his son with his index finger. "It's exactly you who's outrageous, Dimas! You brought another woman into your own house. What does that mean, huh!"

"Naura just wanted to stay for a while, Ma, no other means!"

"Have, excuses!" deny Amel with rage. "That's just her alibi. Though he has a bad intention to separate you from Amara! Please be aware, Dimas! Because of love, you are blind. You didn't even realize he had enslaved you to such an extent!"

"Ma! Keep talking Mama!" Dimas interrupted in a high tone as if he could not stand his soulmate being blasphemed like this. He saw for himself how Amel insulted and cornered Naura, accusing the girl so indignantly. It was clear that he did not accept, because all this was not solely the fault of Naura.

Again Amelia was flabbergasted by Dimas' attitude. He's speechless. Breath hunting. While his eyes seemed to be glazed as he looked at the son.

"You've even dared to yell at Mama," she shuddered with sobs. Her soul as a mother really felt shaken.

Dimas himself seemed to be stuck. His head shook weakly full of regret. Honestly, he had no intention of yelling at his mother. It's just the nature of being human when it feels unacceptable that the person he loves is hurt.

It was then that Amara, who heard the commotion, came out of the room after finishing the Duha prayer. He looked around with a confused expression, then rounded his eyes because he was so surprised when he saw Amelia.

"Mama ..," said Amara with an expression of disbelief.

Immediately Dimas turned his eyes to Amara, then approached the girl with a pair of sangar faces. Without warning, he grabbed Amara's arm and clutched him violently.

"It must be you who told Mama! What do you mean a child's sheep with his mother! Want to be a bad luck hero? Aye!"

Amara only shook her head in a confused manner in response to the series of accusations that Dimas had filed just now. He had just come out of the room, but suddenly Dimas was already pointing at him with false accusations.

"Gosah pretended to be confused! Ngaku, lo!" press Dimas again.

"For God's sake, Mas. I don't know anything!" reply Amara honest.

"Why did you even scold Mama's daughter? He's not wrong! You forget that Mama's eyes are everywhere, which can even see all the bad deeds you've done behind Mama's back!" Amel who did not accept Dimas snapped Amara finally spoke up to defend. Dimas let go of Amara's hand and rubbed his face with a huff.

Amelia turned her eyes to Naura who was still there, then spoke in a loud tone.

"You! What's it still here for? Quickly pack your things and get out of here! Dimas doesn't need you anymore."

Naura clenched her hand. He tried hard to hold back the anger that filled the chest cavity. Lucky who insulted him all-out is Dimas' biological mother.

If it were not him, he wanted to curse, claw his beautiful face, even grab the black hair that is always neatly arranged until the date from the head. However, unfortunately at this time he could do nothing but go to the room and pack things before leaving with anger in his chest.