The Nurse's Choice of Man

Just a stone time

"Breakfast is ready, brothers ...! Let's have breakfast!"

A bunch of small children who were playing in the courtyard of an orphanage were compact to turn their heads when they heard a sound. Like hearing the cue, they immediately rushed towards the hijab-wearing girl who stood on the porch of the parlour cheerfully.

The average of them is children who do not have parents. The happy smiles of the little boys were enough to prove that they were very happy with the girl there.

"Yeyyy I won!" A little girl cheered cheerfully when she was the first to reach the terrace. Without hesitation, he immediately hugged the veiled girl spoiled before then raising a question. "What's our breakfast today, brother Amara?"

Still unraveling a smile while welcoming the boys who immediately swarmed her, Amara then said in a tone no less cheerful.

"Emmm ... What is our menu this morning? Can anyone guess?"

The little boys looked at each other, then returned their eyes to Amara and shook their heads.

"Whatever the menu is, we're sure it's delicious. Amara is a cook!" One of the boys praised Amara. Even getting support from other friends.

"Agreed!"

"Ah, you can make big brother a head. Though that's not it, really," Amara let down while blinking her lips. "Yes, we go straight to the dining room. His breakfast meal has been calling for a brush ...!"

"Hore ...!"

Amara led the boys to a place to eat. Unlike a few days ago sometimes seeming moody when remembering things, now the girl seems really carefree because the little things she does have a big impact on the happiness of the children.

From here he began to realize that his place was not in the house of Dimas, the man who had married him. But here in the orphanage, where he felt so valuable and well received there.

Today he deliberately asked permission for a work holiday because of something. The palace will have the arrival of a great guest to give his donation directly.

This is indeed unusual because before the donor only assigned his men as representatives.

It is clear that the orphanage is trying to give a good welcome to that special person. They even prepare special dishes that are said to be the favorite food of the donor.

"Rawon meat makes you very good, Amara. Donors of this parlor will definitely love it." The mother of the house with a wide headscarf praised Amara after tasting the girl's cooking. While Amara can only smile shyly in response to the praise of the mother of the home.

"Not praising me, Amara .. but this is a fact." The woman smiled, then passed after gently rubbing Amara's shoulder. There are other things he still needs to work on.

Amara sat herself down on the dining table chair before then sighed deeply after she stayed alone. The smile he showed the mother of the parlour had faded. The beautiful face was moody while staring at a large bowl of raw meat from his cooking.

After trying his hardest to forget the figure of Dimas from his mind, now the circumstances actually forced him to recall the man. Either by chance or how, suddenly the mother of the parlour asked him to cook a special rawon for someone. Clearly his memory immediately revolved around Dimas' shared memories of being rawon was the man's favorite food.

Inevitably he remembered how bitterly trapped in love clapped one hand. The pain of rejection. More rejection of apologies. Luckily, until this moment Dimas did not know how he really felt.

Amara repeatedly cursed her stupidity. Maybe he fell in love with Dimas, while the man never conveyed the serapah if he would be heartbroken if he fell in love. That's right, he's really heartbroken.

After all, like not having a mirror to look at, Amara even forgot who she was. Only a nurse with a minimum salary because he had just stepped into a career, not worth Dimas's wealth. The man is precious like a jewel, while he is what? Only the stone of the times has no value.

He was still busy struggling in the kitchen when he heard the hustle and bustle of welcoming the residents of the orphanage for the arrival of the donor. He was not at all curious or wanted to participate in the reception, Amara actually chose to stay in the kitchen to prepare everything for the banquet.

"Mara, don't you want to come and welcome our guests? I hear he's single and very handsome." Laras, the veiled girl who is also a volunteer of the parlor talking with sparkling eyes full of puja. However, Amara was completely unaffected by Laras' words. He just smelled a smile while cleaning up the kitchen mess.

"Suitable for you who are single too, Laras. Go greet him, let me finish this. Just a little, okay."

"You sure, Mar?"

"Hu'um." Amara nodded steadily to reassure. "Go, Barrel."

"alright. I'm staying first, Mar."

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