The Nurse's Choice of Man

Occurrences in the orphanage

"Welcome to our orphanage, Mr. Dimas. How are you doing?" A woman in a wide headscarf greeted the friendly arrival of Dimas and his entourage.

Dimas who had since got off the car had indeed put on a smile, immediately welcomed the hands of the Mother of the home to shake hands.

"Thank God be good, ma'am. Thank you for this great welcome to us."

"It is precisely we who should thank you to the Father. Mr. Dimas had set aside such a precious time just to visit this parlour. Come on, come on in."

The mother of the parlor let Dimas enter the place that had been prepared. Dimas nodded his head in a polite manner, then they both walked together while chatting lightly. While Baskoro chose to help the team to take care of everything deftly.

Honestly, Dimas actually doesn't like this kind of thing. Demonstrate identity as a contributor of funds to a social organization. I don't know why he feels uncomfortable. For him, this kind of worship is enough for him and God alone knows. There was no need for anyone else to know about it, nor for the sake of avoiding riya.

But how else, the words of Juan last night made him so challenged. Perhaps also with the prayers of the children of the orphanage here can make it easier to find Amara immediately.

The event went well according to plan. There are several box cars that are in the group. The car carrying the parcel and various gifts for the children of the home were immediately handed over symbolically.

Dimas is unmitigated for this business. In addition to a large donation of funds and the best books he deliberately gave to fill the library of the orphanage, he also deliberately invited clowns to entertain children without the parents.

At first Dimas felt uncomfortable being among strangers with erratic thoughts like now. Moreover, his movements are unceasingly highlighted by the camera to be immortalized. However, as soon as he saw the happy smile that the children showed, his heart could not help but hold back. In a state of concern because life without parental affection, they can still smile and be cheerful like children in general.

Again, he remembered Amara. The shadow of the girl really did not want to get out of his mind. The girl is very tough even though sometimes fragile. He is very strong despite having a graceful and alluring attitude. Unfortunately, he was late to realize something about Amara. It's love. That girl was so precious to him.

"Please drink it, Mr. Dimas." A veiled girl placed a cup of black coffee on Dimas's table before welcoming him.

Dimas immediately nodded politely while smiling thinly as a formality only. He was also just acting normal when the girl suddenly sat next to him.

Barrels. That's how the girl mentioned her name. From the way he invites interaction, Dimas can read the thoughts of the girl who seems to want to captivate him. Talk a lot even though this is only the beginning they met.

However, still he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable even though the girl was classified as intelligent and had a lot of insight. Just deserve. Laras is a young doctor who deliberately dedicates part of his time as a volunteer at this orphanage. From the title he has clearly shown that he has many hours of flying on the school bench. However, in order to maintain the ethics of self to respect the host, Dimas still responds well to the good attitude of Laras towards him. Provided that it does not exceed the reasonable limits.

Arriving at a meal together, Dimas immediately ate the food on his plate. For some reason, from so many foods and snacks served, the choice actually falls on raw meat that still reflects hot smoke.

The pleasant aroma immediately leaked out piercing the sense of smell, and like waving to be eaten in the middle of his stomach which was in a state of complete hunger.

Yes, since the disappearance of Amara, Dimas even forgot how to eat the routine and right in. As a result, his muscular body is now a little thin due to time and his mind is drained to think about the existence of Amara, how to find his beloved wife.

Initially, the atmosphere of eating together was running smoothly and conducive. All mingled in the same place and with the same dish at the whim of Dimas himself. For him there was not the slightest barrier between him and the children who were there. In the end, a tragedy happened.

The boy named Doni who apparently had since noticed how Dimas was so enjoying the rawon he ate, tetiba approached because he wanted to convey something. The nine-year-old boy asked confidently and with his innocent face.

"Pak Dimas likes to eat rawon, huh?"

Dimas who basically has a friendly and unpretentious soul immediately stops eating and responds well to Doni's questions to him.

"Yup. Are you the same as me, like to eat rawon too?"

The boy nodded steadily. He did not care for the glare of Laras who was highlighted with warning. Even the mother of the home and other administrators also worried about her unexpected attitude.

"of course. I even added a lot of sambal and sprouts to make it feel more delicious. You see my dinner plate?" He showed a dinner plate with a black sauce color that was slightly reddish due to being spiked with lots of chili.

"Wow, your little ones are resistant to spicy, yes." Dimas' eyes sparkled with astonishment. He then rubbed Doni's hair with a slight shuffling motion.

"of course. Do you want to know who cooked it for us?"

Dimas smiled gently to appreciate the boy's offer. He still behaves well even though he is not at all curious about who the cook is despite the recognition that this cuisine is very delicious. The taste is really similar to rawon Amara cuisine. But it seems like it's impossible. Obviously Amara is not here. Precisely Dimas guess Laras is the person who is being Doni mean it.

Just about to answer, Dimas was suddenly startled by Laras' interrupting voice.

"Doni, get back to your place, baby. Let Mr. Dimas enjoy this meal together in peace. Don't bother him. That's not polite."

"But, Kak–" Doni stopped her speech and looked at Laras expectantly. However, it seems that Laras still does not allow it to make him chirp and then bowed with regret.

"It's okay." Dimas immediately interjected in order to restore the situation to a conducive one. "I'm not at all bothered."

Dimas then again noticed Doni who was bowed stiffly in front of him. Ah pity. The look on the boy's face showed a disappointed expression. He was about to get Doni to continue his words but suddenly Laras again warned Doni even this time with a higher tone.

"Doni!"

Unexpected things happen. Due to the pull of Dimas accidentally Doni spilled his rawon sauce. Right in Dimas's hands anyway.

It's not just Doni who's lost. Even all the eyes that were right at that moment saw it. Bad reactions also emerged because they judged Doni too brave to the donor who had been overshadowing their home, feeding them.

"Doni! What did you say, go back to your place! It's not that you're going to rush back, you're actually throwing a tantrum at Mr. Dimas. Hurry up, apologize!" Unable to resist the growl, the reflex barrel approached and pulled the frightened boy's hand.

Obviously Dimas was agape. The attitude shown by Laras is not in line with the title he holds. She even looks like an uneducated girl for failing to control her anger. In public, with small children.

"Enough!" Dimas interrupted in a high tone. He stared intently at Laras who had shown his true nature. "Stop cornering the child who knows nothing. You don't see her face's been so depressed? He's innocent! I was the one who spilled his food. I know he has no intention of bothering me. He just wants to talk because we're one taste. Where is his fault?"

Laras just bowed in shame without being able to speak. In his heart he really cursed his stupidity.

Dimas who was originally standing facing Laras is now squatting to align his height with Doni. The boy still shed tears even without a sound.

"What's your name?" tanyanya while rubbing the wet cheeks. His movements were very tenderly affectionate, hoping that Doni would no longer be frightened.

"Doni, sir." The boy replied in a soft and trembling voice. However, it could still be captured clearly by Dimas.

"What a good name. Handsome as the man." Dimas praised while smiling at Doni.

The boy looked up and looked at him like he could not believe it. It turns out that in addition to philanthropists, Mr. Dimas also has a noble heart even though against children like himself.

Really, Doni can't describe what he's feeling right now. Getting very sweet attention from a very admired person.

This was the first meaningful meeting. All this time he had only heard his name. And when he can really meet face to face, Doni does not want to waste the opportunity just to be able to communicate. As a result, he was increasingly amazed at the figure in front of him.

"Sir Dimas, I'm sorry for this mess." The mother of the parlor finally spoke up even though she had to endure the embarrassment. This incident was completely out of his control.

Dimas immediately stood up and commented a smile on the mother of the orphanage.

"It's okay Mom. I'm used to dealing with uncertain situations. I hope you don't have to be ashamed and unkind like that." Dimas then showed his dirty hands and began to feel spicy. "I think I should wash my hands first. Where is the closest water tap located?"

"Oh, let me drop you off, sir. The kitchen is not far from here." The mother of the orphanage offers.

"Thank you Mom, but I can do it myself. Please continue eating with him. I'll be back for a minute and I'll be back soon."

Actually the mother of the parlour was about to drop off Dimas, but the man subtly declined her offer. As a result, he could only allow the man to head to the kitchen alone.

"I'm not going to get lost, really," Dimas said to reassure her that he would be fine.

Dimas entered a room he believed was the kitchen of the parlour. The size is quite large for the capacity of the kitchen that must cook a lot every day. There was a large dining table with several chairs surrounding it. The atmosphere was rather quiet because there was only a veiled woman standing in front of the dishwasher sink.

From behind, Dimas looked at the woman who did not see her face at a glance before then knocking on the door so as not to surprise.

"Assynolajet. Excuse me, can you wash your hands?"

"Getishalight." The girl half jerked. Maybe surprised because I just daydreamed. Dimas saw him washing dishes in a very slow motion. Rather turning his head towards the back, he then slightly shifted the position of the body to give a place to Dimas and then allowed. "Please."

"Thank you" said Dimas politely. Then, he approached the sink and started washing his hands. There was no desire to look at each other from the two until they were caught in silence despite being close together. Each has its own reasons. Dimas, who was not interested in anyone other than Amara, and the woman who felt she had to subdue her gaze because she was bound by marriage.

Until ... a rowdy sound from the back spread the silence of the room.

The barrel suddenly barged in and placed itself between the two.

"Pak Dimas I'm sorry, sir. It's purely my fault that you've become a food spill like this. Let me help wash it off as my responsibility."

Hearing Dimas' name being mentioned by Lara when calling the man made the girl beside him turn away instantly.

The dimas? Could she?

Sure enough, when he dared to turn to ascertain the truth, he was made to widen with an erratic heartbeat, working twice as much as usual. The figure of the man standing beside her was Dimas, the man who had once married her. The man looked uncomfortable when suddenly Laras touched his hand which he was washing.

And when the man raised his gaze so that the two pairs of neutrals met each other, Dimas also rounded his eyes in surprise.

For a moment Amara like losing power until his legs feel weak. It is almost unsteady if it fails to control itself. Instantly he was confused about what to do until there was nothing else but to leave before tears fell without being asked.