The Nurse's Choice of Man

Kafe

Dimas, who was at the project site at work, immediately slid toward Baskoro as the assistant called him. He looked so excited because the assistant said he saw Amara there.

However, arriving at a place that was a cafe Dimas only found Baskoro sitting alone with an anxious face.

"Alhamdulillah, Dim .. You finally came too! I don't feel like Sandra doesn't." Baskoro immediately rose to greet Dimas' arrival with a relieved and happy expression.

However, instead of responding to the words of Baskoro, Dimas was busy dizzy circulating his gaze around the cafe which looks like a lot of visitors without looking at Baskoro. After a long time not finding anything, then he looked at the friend while asking with a curious face.

"Bas, where's Amara? You said he was here, right?"

Not directly answering Dimas's question, Baskoro actually looks wrong.

"Bas! Where's amara? I can't wait to see him." Staring at Baskoro fixedly, Dimas asked expectantly.

"Yes, ada. Amara is here, really," Baskoro replied without looking at Dimas, while his hand moved scratching his neck with a misbehaved expression.

"Yes, I know, you said that. But where's the Amara?" insist Dimas again full of emphasis with an impatient tone. He was still staring at Baskoro who was like avoiding his gaze.

"Bas. You didn't mean to lie to me, did you?"

Baskoro turned his head when he heard Dimas' question was suspicious. Sure enough, now Dimas was staring at him with narrowed eyes like probing. The light of it makes it increasingly wrong behavior, then just rush to convince the friend to avoid the tantrum of the tiger.

"No, Dim! I swear." Baskoro pointed two fingers with a convincing mimic. "So Amara is here. Really!"

Feeling a bad feeling had occurred, obviously made Dimas instantly emotional. The man with the top of the shirt rolled down the elbow reflexively gripped the collar of Baskoro's shirt and looked at him full of menace.

"Where is Amara now? Where, Bas!" it was full of anger with eyes shining sharply. Baskoro's body was tall and contained even so easily he shook.

"Patience, Dim .. patience, calm yourself, yes. Let me explain slowly." Baskoro who grimaced in horror could only try to calm Dimas by rubbing his sturdy arm. But want how else, fighting is also free because this is his fault. "Lepasin first lo this hand, lah. Shame to see people."

Sure enough, when Dimas looked around, apparently the two of them were the center of attention. She flicked her hand with a fury before sitting herself on the sofa.

Baskoro heaved a sigh of relief as he fixed the collar of his shirt. The young man then sat down to take a position right next to Dimas. Still not opening his mouth to talk, he looked at the friend who looked still angry with a concerned face.

"What are you saying this time?" Dimas finally spoke up in a dismissive tone.

"For God's sake, Dim ... Amara was here! But because of something, I failed to follow."

"Huh?" Dimas immediately looked at Baskoro with narrowed eyes. "You mean?" ask her then with an interested tone.

"So gini ...."

Baskoro immediately tells about how he struggled while stalking Amara secretly. At first, he had deliberately stalked the girl from a distance. He knows, Amara is currently working in the day shift and just came home when the afternoon was approaching.

Not wanting to lose track again for the umpteenth time, Baskoro deliberately came to the hospital early. At about three o'clock he left work, bidding Dimas farewell and sliding into Amara's workplace.

At five o'clock in the afternoon he got a bright spot. Amara appeared at the gate and rode on a motorcycle with a rider wearing a uniform jacket.

"What do you want to order, brother?"

Baskoro who was eavesdropping on Amara's conversation tiptoed when a passenger asked. Because he did not want to be discovered by Amara, he immediately replied.

"Coffee latte, Ma'am."

"Good, Brother." The girl in the cafe uniform nodded politely before finally leaving.

With his face covered by the newspaper he had brought from the car, Baskoro continued his reconnaissance. His style was like a professional detective, stalking the target from a distance and trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. He heard Amara ordering some food, and now the girl was sitting in a chair waiting for the order to come.

This time Baskoro did not take his eyes off for a smooth mission. Her hand also moved by skillfully taking pictures of Amara through her smartphone camera. Do not forget to also tell the boss because he thought Amara would be there for a long time. He even ignored his ordered coffee that had come because he was so happy.

However, a few moments later, he was made to stumble because the waiter approached Amara with a few bags of food in his hand. Even Amara immediately offered a sum of money before then moving from there.

Just light up Baskoro. He immediately rose to continue his role as a detective to follow Amara to his place of residence. Bodo is very similar Dimas who will come and not find someone. Isn't it important that the address of Amara's residence is now in hand? So thought Baskoro.

Without a second thought, Baskoro moved out with a sagging step, of course, so as not to be caught by Amara. However, he had not yet stepped out, someone had confronted him first.

"Where are you going? Don't tell me you want to run, yeah!"

Baskoro, who was watching Amara, was forced to turn his eyes to the girl with the waist in front of him. "God! Who wants to escape! It's good to accuse someone carelessly."

"If you pay first, dong! Brother wants, I told you to wash the dishes because you ran away from the responsibility to pay?"

Baskoro. "Pay for coffee. Bayarin cafe is the same servant I can." In a dismissive tone, he slipped his fingers into the pockets of his pants. However, a moment later his eyes blinked in disbelief as he sensed that there was something strange in his pocket.

"Where is my wallet going?" Panicked, Baskoro immediately combed the cafe floor with his gaze to look for something there. He bent down and searched under the table.

It was clear that he was the center of attention and months, because most cafe visitors are women, and they think Baskoro has bad intentions towards them.

"Hey, Brother. Where's money?" the servant girl urged back.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, my wallet doesn't exist." With a careless expression, Baskoro tried to explain. "This is all, because I'm in a hurry, I'll come back later to payin' it's coffee, yes. Ten times, deh," he persuaded the servant.

"Eh so good! Can't do that, brother!"

"Click, yes Ma'am. It's an emergency." Baskoro remains urgent. Not wanting to waste any more time, he rushed out of the cafe to resume his duties. However, dear thousand dear. Amara and kang ojek are no longer there.

"Damn! Where did Amara go? Be present. Could get raged again, cave. Argh!" Baskoro growled in frustration. He lost track of Amara again. And in a chaotic situation once he was made tiptoed in shock when he was suddenly ambushed by someone from behind.

"Hayo! Can't run away from you anymore, brother. Pay hibur!" insist on the servant girl with a threatening expression. Even more behind him stood two large-bodied male figures wrapped in security clothes. The light of it makes Baskoro can not dwell anymore.

With a grimacing expression, Baskoro could only resign while shouting, "Emak! Your son has a ticket, Mom!"