The Nurse's Choice of Man

Candid Photo

With his hands holding the device, Dimas' lips also showed a full smile on their own. His eyes also glazed over as a result of an outpouring of joyful feelings that could not be expressed. Although he could not speak, but his expression had shown now his heart was as happy as anything.

Is this what love feels like? Dimas never even missed this much for women.

In order to convince Dimas of the truth of his words, Baskoro did show Dimas pictures of Amara. His efforts worked. He saw happiness in Dimas's eyes despite the sadness of guilt. The man was not even stopping to look at the candid photo of Amara for some time. Dissolved with his own feelings until Dimas like he forgot about his existence there too.

"Dim, you believe me, right?"

Baskoro's question was successful in dissolving the happiness of Dimas who was drifting in memories. The man turned to Baskoro and then cleared his throat.

"The assistant is useless." Dimas snorted in annoyance after cursing his assistant.

"Sorry, Dim. I forgot to bring my wallet." Baskoro pursed his lips.

Dimas sighed softly before speaking. "Because you can't be copied, so I'm forced to use another option."

"Huh?" Baskoro rounded his eyes. He could only gape when Dimas returned his phone and got up and stood up. "Eh Dim, wait!" Rising from his seat, he was caught up with Dimas to stop the man.

"What the hell, Bas ...! You want to ask me to be patient waiting for your efforts that have no results?" Dimas snorting. "Sorry, Buses. I can't. I can't wait to be with Amara again."

Dimas was about to step up again but Baskoro hurriedly held him back. The man did not even hesitate to pull his arm until he felt ashamed because for the umpteenth time he became the center of attention. It's clear that Dimas was upset not upset because he judged Baskoro deliberately looking for trouble with him.

"Dim, you can get out of here, but plis .. pay for my coffee first."

"Huh?" Dimas rounded the eyeballs, while Baskoro nodded to reassure.

"Bayarin, yeah. I don't want to wash dishes here ...." While grimacing, Baskoro put on a sliced face.

"Yassalam." Dimas patted his own forehead. This friend of hers was really testing her patience. In order to quickly leave, he took a card from his wallet and handed it to Baskoro, saying. "Bas, find me a pawnshop somewhere around here, dong."

Baskoro received a card from Dimas then nodded in understanding. "Okay," he said as he brandished his thumb. He hastily reached his phone from his pocket and intends to open the google map application. However, when it was suddenly he realized something that felt stuck and decided to stop.

Sure enough, Dimas's face looked beavering as he looked at her. However, because he took every word Dimas seriously like an order, he decided to ask first just to be sure.

"Eh Dim, but what are you doing with pawnshops?"

Dimas who had been holding back was furious, in the end spilling annoyance. "Make gadein lo!" end it as it passes from there. He continued to walk without looking back even though his ears heard Baskoro screaming.

"Eh bushel. Do you really want to be a person, Dim? Your best friend wants to be pawned! Dimas!"