The Nurse's Choice of Man

Disillusioned

"Mas Dimas?"

Amara's steps choked. The girl was dumbfounded, staring at Dimas with an expression of incredible surprise. Not because the man came home quickly without notice. But the bruised face and the corners of the injured lips. Not wrong again, meaning Dimas has just experienced an uncomfortable situation today.

"Mas Dimas why is this?" Panicked, Amara rushed over to Dimas and sat down by his side. His gaze was fixed on the injured face of Dimas, while his hands were busy touching the sick part so that he did not realize the nyalang gaze of the husband. I don't know how angry that guy was at her.

"Mas Dimas don't go anywhere. I'll be back with the medicine box."

"Wait." Dimas pulled Amara's hand quickly, holding the girl back.

"Mas, I'm gonna go get the medicine box." Still not understanding how Dimas's mood was, Amara ignored the man's words by getting back up to pick up the medicine box. However, it's not Dimas' name if it doesn't stop Amara.

"Gue said wait wait wait! Sit lo! I just want to have a minute to doang!"

Surprised and astonished by Dimas's clap, Amara finally chose to act obediently by sitting back in his place. His expression changed completely. From who was originally worried about the situation Dimas, now became afraid of mixed confused. Amara instead of asking questions to dispel the curiosity that controls himself, but quietly pay attention to Dimas and wait for what the man wants to say.

"Where were you just now?" asked Dimas with a full glance towards Amara.

"Emmm .. I ...." Amara looks misbehaved and confused to answer what. From the attitude that Dimas showed from the beginning he came, Amara could conclude that the man was in a very angry situation. I don't know who. And if this time he got the wrong answer, Amara was worried Dimas would get angry.

"From Juan's encounter, right? As usual, right?"

Seeing Dimas ask with a smile, it was clear that Amara immediately nodded with a smile. However, Dimas could judge if the girl's smile looked ambiguous. Even Amara herself tends to throw away her face and is reluctant to look into her eyes. Dimas was very sure that this time Amara was trying to lie to him.

"Owh, that's it." Dimas nodded in understanding before then asked again. "How is Juan? So what were you two doing?"

Amara fell silent. He looked at Dimas closely and now began to judge if the man was looking at him. Dimas' expression this time was so different from his usual, and it really made him worry as well as afraid.

"Mas Dimas why? Who made Mas Dimas battered like this?" In the end Amara decided to ask even with a cautious tone.

"Lo want to know who made me think? Really want to know?" dimas snapped while pointing at his own face, while Amara could only be silent with a stern facial expression even though her heart ached got a snaps.

"Juan made me like this! Lo's satisfied?"

Amara. Although at the beginning he had guessed, but still Dimas' speech made him speechless.

"Why silence? Are you satisfied that you lied to me all this time?"

Bowing weakly, Amara could only shake her head.

"What do you mean, what's my lie? What do you want?"

Amara answered him again with a headband.

Dimas growled in frustration. The chaotic-looking man ruffled his own hair. Rubbing his face violently, he then nodded steadily as if he had decided something for sure.

"Gue doesn't like lies. I don't like betrayal!" While rising from his seat, Dimas said firmly with emphasis. The glint of anger grew from Netra.

Amara suddenly stood up with a face full of regret and sadness. Holding Dimas' arm, he tried to explain.

"Mas I can clear everything. I don't mean to lie to Mas Dimas."

Amara suddenly rounded her eyes and looked at Dimas with a look of disbelief.

"Mas Dimas." Amara shook her head in disbelief before grabbing the man's fingers and grasping them tightly. "You weren't serious about what you said just now, were you? I know you're emotional, but .. but it doesn't have to be gini either, does it."

"My decision has been unanimous, Amara .. This cannot be contested!"

"But Mas–" Amara hung up his words for being out of words. He even panicked because Dimas suddenly moved from there. "Mas Dimas, wait! I'm sorry ...!" Amara shouted as she followed Dimas who was walking quickly towards the room.

Not broken charcoal, he continues to persuade and try to thwart the wishes of Dimas. He tried to hold the man to pack. However, nil. Dimas was so firm with his stance. Amara's tears weren't even ignored.

"Mas .. I beg you. Let's talk about this well and with a cool head. I know you're going to leave eventually and we're going to split up. But not in this painful way, Mas ...! I beg you, with my explanation first ...!"

Dimas stopped his steps as Amara hugged his feet. Honestly, he hates moments like this. His heart was like a formless crumble, especially seeing the crying of Amara who was increasingly sedu sedu sedan. But anyway he had to do this for something.

And unbeknownst to Amara, Dimas' hand moved to wipe his face that had been wet by the point of tears. Sighing deeply to neutralize the feeling, he bent down to grab Amara's shoulder before speaking.

"Click, Mar. I was disappointed with you. I hope you can sincerely me, yes," said Dimas while gently rubbing Amara's face. Unlike the previous, Dimas now appears to be smiling even though it will not change his decision at all.

The girl looked back at him. His face was getting wet, while his eyes were starting to sink. Still crying, Amara braced herself to speak.

"Mas .. By Allah I don't mean to lie to you .... I have my own reasons for that ...!" she explained with a whining tone and a hopeful look.

Dimas himself could do nothing but try to calm Amara. He also had his own reasons for choosing this path.

"Maybe the way is like this, Mar. I asked elo. Forget the agreement at that time. I don't care about my parents' feelings. You deserve happiness, Mar. It is not fair to continue to suffer. I'm also for good, you know. Yes yes ...."

Dimas got up after wiping the top of Amara's head, then walked while pulling a suitcase containing his important items. The car darted away, a sign that Dimas was actually leaving Amara alone.

***

"Dimas?"

Amel who opened the door looked surprised to find his son standing in front of his eyes with a chaotic appearance and a face full of sadness. Not immediately getting a reply from his son, he then shifted his gaze to the left side, where a large suitcase owned by Dimas was located.

Returning her gaze to her son who was still trembling expressionlessly, Amel knew her son was not in a fine situation at the moment. Dimas was his real son. I don't know how much Dimas has made his heart ache, but still he feels pity and concern to see his son like this.

"Dimas, what's going on, son?"

"Ma–" Dimas did not continue his words. His voice was like stuck in the throat.

Amel spread his arms wide to receive and welcome his son home. Because no matter how great the sadness of the son, the mother is the place to go home to complain.

"Tells to Mama, son. Mama will listen."

Justright. Dimas's cry broke when he put his body in the arms of his mother. The man looked uncharacteristically fragile and torn.

"I hurt the heart of the woman I love, Ma! Now I don't know what to do."