The Nurse's Choice of Man

Lose track

Dimas left the place to eat together with an annoyed face. Not upset because of his hand food spillage, but rather an exaggerated reaction Laras to the innocent attitude of a boy named Doni.

It really does not reflect educated women.

Arriving at a door, he paused while looking at the conditions inside to make sure it was really the kitchen he was looking for.

It seems he was not wrong. Inside there is a dining table set, pantry and cooking tools and also a dishwasher sink.

The atmosphere was also quiet, there was only one officer who was washing dishes with a position behind him. Maybe because the others were in the dining room, together with him just now.

Dimas did not intend to know more about who the long-veiled girl with an apron was attached to the body. All he knew, was to be polite while asking for permission to wash his hands. He must also know the place and maintain ethics as a guest, also appreciate a Muslim woman by subordinating her views.

The girl remained friendly by answering her greetings even though she was surprised.

Bizarrely. Could he not daydream? I greeted him in a slow tone.

"Please."

"Thank you." Dimas answered politely before stepping closer. The girl gave him a place.

Amara's influence was absolutely devastating in her life. So unable to forget, that Dimas thought that the soft voice belonged to Amara.

Dimas, Dimas. Your brain is so full of Amara that you think everyone you meet is your wife. Your amu is not here, Dimas. Be aware.

Dimas shook his head to dispel the strange thoughts that perched in his mind. He opened the water and started washing his hands. Curiosity was suddenly present and made him glance at the left side.

Unfortunately, the girl with almost the same posture as Amara was impressed to hide the face by deliberately turning to the left, so that makes Dimas must be satisfied with just staring at the side of his hijab.

Screeching downwards, Dimas's eyes were half-rounded staring at the slightly frothy spring. At the time of getting treatment from Amara, he clearly understood very well how the clothes and rings worn by the girl. He almost opened his mouth to speak, but the noise coming from behind him managed to ruin everything.

"No need for barrel, I don't pa-pa." Dimas pulled his hand, avoiding physical contact with Barrel. And when his gaze was fixed on the figure who had not made a sound since, his eyes suddenly widened.

The amara? Are you that?

Not had time to do anything Dimas, Amara had already moved from there. He could see his wife's face paled before then darting.

"sorry. I have to go." Ignoring the attention from Laras, Dimas chose to rush after Amara. Unfortunately, when he got outside, he saw no one there.

Dimas stopped while circulating his gaze. Rubbing his face rough, he was almost frustrated not to be able to find the whereabouts of the wife. Angry mixed with regret, he felt his movements were so slow that he released Amara who was clearly standing in front of his eyes.

It's all because of the barrel. Inner Dimas shouted blaming the girl.

In the midst of despair, Dimas' shoulder felt patted from behind to make him reflex turn to see who was there.

"Dim, what are you doing here? I was looking for it too."

Dimas suddenly turned his body when he found out that Baskoro was the one who rebuked him. He immediately clasped Baskoro's hand while saying in a reassuring tone.

"Bas, Amara is here, Bas. Amara is here!"

"Well! Whereabouts? Where's the amara, Dim?" balas Baskoro was also full of enthusiasm. His gaze immediately circulated around, drowning looking for the whereabouts of his best friend's wife.

"That's it." Dimas' expression suddenly drowned. "So he was, Bas, but I was just after him and he said."

"Came on?" Baskoro frowned. He then held Dimas' forehead with the back of his hand as if he wanted to make sure something. "Lo's healthy, right, Dim? No more dreams or hallucinations?"

"Bangs*t, Bus. Don't look me in the eye!" Dimas immediately brushed off Baskoro's hand and scolded him furiously. He snorted before giving the order. "Gue doesn't want to know. Anyway you meet Amara now, or I'm not going home."