The Nurse's Choice of Man

Soft and cold hands

Dimas returned to his chair after successfully calming down from the euphoria of happiness. Unfortunately, happiness is not perfect. His happiness was only relieved because he had known the existence of Amara. And his happiness will only be perfect once they can be together.

Putting on an expressionless flat face, Dimas acted like nothing had happened before. No one knew if the handsome, sturdy man had just been limp, as if his energy was drained a lot while again having to lose track of Amara and he was almost frustrated because of this.

It was then that Baskoro came up with his wise-ass attitude when giving advice. It is clear that Dimas doubted his advice if he remembered Baskoro himself as a true single.

That difference of opinion ultimately made them have to argue for a long time before returning to the parlour hall.

"Gue wants, tonight Amara also returned to my house somehow. Ti-tik."

Baskoro frowned in response to Dimas's demands.

"Turn the same night as well? Are you sure Amara will?"

Dimas sounded a long sigh. He who was initially so excited immediately turned grim at hearing the question that Baskoro lay. The man's words have a point. And suddenly Dimas was like a loss of faith.

If I had just seen Amara had run away, then what would the girl do if forced to come home with him? His wife could never see his face again.

"So, you mean I have to resign and justin aja Amara ninggalin me that?"

Dimas paused the speech to just grunt while peeing his face, then he looked back at Baskoro and continued speaking in an unwilling tone.

"Bas, you know for yourself how we make efforts to realize the existence of Amara. Difficult, Man. And once he's in plain sight, will you let go of it?" Dimas then shook his head. "No Bas. I want to bring Amara home anyway. I'm sure he didn't really leave. My charity must still be around here somewhere. And now I just understand the words of Juan who told me to spend money on home donations directly. Turns out Juan wanted to let you know that Amara's been here all along."

"And you want to make him that?"

Dimas was only speechless hearing the half-doubting question from Baskoro.

"My advice, don't be rash when you act, bro. Use tactics. Use a safe beautiful way, how to let Amara want to return willingly without feeling forced and depressed."

"What do you mean by depressed words? What did I do until Amara felt depressed?"

Look at Dimas' style that becomes irritable. He suddenly nyolot once heard the advice as well as Baskoro's remarks that seemed to corner him. Now he ruffled his waist and looked at Baskoro with a defiant expression.

"Hey, don't misunderstand me first."

Dimas only replied with a snort.

"Don't you tell me you freed her from the marriage bond? Then what did he say if you know suddenly you rhyme back? You can be labeled as a plan-less guy, Dim. Instead of love, there is even he ilfil again the same lo."

"Hey, I didn't bring him back for a reason." Dimas answered quickly. "Gue had a good reason why he died! I was well-intentioned. All I've done for Amara's safety from the worst possibility Naura will do."

"Yes if Amara believes! What if not?"

"Gue was sure Amara would believe it. Moreover, I managed to make him feel guilty."

"Well, that's it!"

Dimas was almost tiptoed when Baskoro suddenly chimed his words in a high tone while patting his shoulders hard.

Although Dimas's tone sounded weak and doubtful, but the man's eyes showed a twinkle of confidence that Baskoro could not underestimate. But still for Baskoro the move was too hasty for a classy man like Dimas. In his brain is already lodged a crazy idea that seems to be driving adrenaline if launched.

"Just because you've made him feel guilty, you should now be able to make him apologize, right? Still a classy man despite the fact that you're a beggar of love, Bro. I have a surefire way to let you get Amara back in an elegant way."

God fucking. Dimas rounded his eyes. Baskoro's words just now were really striking and almost offended him if he had forgotten the truth.

He is, in fact, a beggar of love. Even he was a love slave while still dating Naura. And he could only be stunned as Baskoro patted his shoulder slowly as if giving support. Unfortunately, his best friend left. Just make people curious, right.

"Hey! Beware if you don't want to leak the surefire way!" exclaimed Dimas with a curious face.

And here he is now. Put on an expressionless face according to the advice of Baskoro. He had to pretend to sell expensive to Amara despite the fact that he wanted her back.

Looking to the left side, Dimas's gaze immediately met with a pair of eyes belonging to Baskoro who sat beside him. He set his sights full of threats to make Baskoro shrink a little.

How not to shrink if the life he bet for Dimas to follow his advice.

Now, when Dimas's gaze was so piercing as if to show that the threat was not playful, he just put on a smile while winking one eye. Stay calm while fusing the fingertips of the thumb with his index finger, as if to say that everything will be fine.

Baskoro does not need to worry about the threat. The only one who threatened him was Dimas. His best friend and superior. The person who is best to him even though his attitude is sometimes annoying as well.

He then pushed his body closer to Dimas before whispering in the man's ear.

"Lo calm down. Amara will soon come out of hiding." Baskoro gave a smile and nodded his head to reassure when Dimas' gaze was directionally dubious. "So, wait a minute."

Dimas sounded to sigh. The man then refocused his attention on the children memorizing the Qur'an which at that time appeared to show his abilities. One of the programs funded by the Dimas family. And when the donor is present directly, the home feels the need to show the results of their hard work in carrying out the trust.

The entire time he finished the series of events, to be honest Dimas felt a sense of unease. He does look smiling in people's eyes, but it's really just a fake smile that he is smiling.

Arriving when the event ended and made Dimas and his party say goodbye, the heart of Dimas was made flowery by the figure of Amara who was present in the committee.

He turned his head as Baskoro poked his hand and stared at the warning.

"Remember. Install flat face. Not the face of the wash like just now" whispered Baskoro to him.

Dimas immediately followed Baskoro's advice at that time. He was too happy to forget the plan.

Dimas glanced at Baskoro who was smiling proudly. I don't know what the man did to make Amara stand there.

"Even tonight you can't take home, but you can at least shake hands and look at each other." Baskoro played his eyebrows after speaking, and it managed to make Dimas smile because he had so much fun.

"Thanks yes. Lo is the best" he said, patting Baskoro on the shoulder.

"Oh, it's normal. Just relax," replied Baskoro with pride that made Dimas cluck.

"Can't you vomit?"

"Damn."

The farewell session began. Again Dimas glanced at Baskoro, the originator of this idea with an expression that is difficult to interpret before he greeted the mother home and mince words. His heart decub was still safely controlled until it passed several people afterwards.

However, getting closer to Amara his heart was increasingly uncertain. He still tried to calm down, straight as the original plan to see how the girl reacted. Until it really came to Amara's turn and he stood right in front of his wife, Dimas with his flat face reached out to shake hands ....

One ... two .. three ....

Amara welcomed him though without looking, then said her thanks in a trembling tone.

Soft and cold. That was the first impression Dimas after a long time the lentic fingers no longer touch his skin.

Why is it this cold? Amaraku Pain?

Suddenly Dimas was attacked with anxiety. He had forgotten to let go of the shaman, even unconsciously looking at Amara with a curious look.

"Ehem!"

Suddenly the sound of a successful dulling broke the moment of Dimas. He turned to the right and found Laras staring at him.

"Can you take her hand off, sir?" Laras glanced at Dimas' hand which was still fused with Amara full of cues. "Like she's uncomfortable because she's a married woman."

"Oh really?" Dimas' eyes sparkled and he was so enthusiastic in responding to Laras' words. I don't know what he felt at this time until Dimas was getting desperate to deliberately not let go of Amara's hand.

Okay, he knows the consequences. Surely one would think he was a depraved man who deliberately touched the body parts of a married woman. In the orphanage again.

Although aimed at Laras who is so enthusiastic, he believes the question this time is able to attack Amara like a bombardment that can destroy the defense.

"Do you know what her husband's name is?"

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