The Nurse's Choice of Man

Trapped in situation

"Mrs ...."

Amara did not continue her intention of speaking. His scarf instantly shrieked seeing how Amel's expression towards him.

Of course, the woman who initially strongly supported him to have Dimas was also a bad assumption about his decision to choose to leave the house. Moreover, he left without saying goodbye like a runaway slave. Which of course will trigger great anger even though Amelia has the airy nature of football siding.

Not intending to respond further to Amara who immediately died of lice in front of him, Amel instead chose to turn his attention to Baskoro who looked tense when staring at him. Not because Amara was not so important to him, but there was more to it than just intimidating a girl, the safety of her own son.

"Bas, what happened to Dimas? Why did he pass out and go to the hospital like this?"

"Anu Aunt. That's." Baskoro was wrong. "This is because Dimas food is no longer under control these days. Now Dimas does not pay attention to his nutritional intake and is difficult to accept input from others as well, so he is sick with gini," explained Baskoro with a reticent attitude.

Amel sighed. "It's all because of you!"

Amara gasped as Amel suddenly accused her while casting a sharp glare. Amara could not speak even though she knew nothing. Again the guilt again disturbed him until he could only swallow.

"Sorry Ma ...." Only that word could be thrown from Amara's lips. He bowed in shame without being able to return the stares of his in-laws.

If you were in my position, you might do the same.

"It's easy to say sorry. Everyone can too" Amel said again in a cynical tone. This was the first time the woman had been rude to Amara. If it wasn't for being hurt, Amelia wouldn't have acted this way.

"Then what should Amara do, Ma?" sahut Amara with great determination. He ventured to look at Amelia though he could not cover the bitterness in his heart until the pair of clear eyeballs were seen glazed over. "Amara feels Amara has taken the right step by pulling out of the life of Mas Dimas. Mas Dimas is already happy with Naura's brother, Ma. There's no point in Amara being among them."

"So you know, you!" sahut Amel with a tone of disdain. "Mama doesn't want to know. You'll have to take care of Dimas until he's cured!"

"But Ma, it doesn't seem like Amara's getting a scheduled care for Mas Dimas."

"Hey, who asked you to take care of Dimas as a nurse?" Amel raised his chin, showing a haughty attitude towards his daughter-in-law. "Mama wants you to take care of Dimas as a wife, Amara! Take good care of Dimas!" amelia was full of demands.

"Then what about Naura Ma? I don't want him to misunderstand." Amara fell silent after saying that. The piercing gaze of the in-laws really frightened him. Moreover, the woman then said something that made her unable to puckle anymore.

"Mama don't want to be denied, Amara!"

***

I don't know how long Dimas has been drowning in unconsciousness. What was clear was that when he opened his eyes, a medium-sized room with white shades immediately greeted him. The pungent aroma of various medicines instantly greeted the sense of smell. When he moved, the pain immediately attacked on the back of the hand. And the clothes he was wearing had changed his pajamas with a model that he did not like.

Not wrong anymore. Now he was completely lying in a hospital bed.

Baskoro. This must have been him.

"Fuck lo Bas! Fucking shithead! You want to kill me, huh!"

Dimas' voice echoed in silence. With the rest of his strength he tried to curse, hoping that Baskoro who he believed was there could hear his complaint clearly.

"Lo knows I'm hospital traumatized, right! Keep doing it too you bring me here!"

Unfortunately, there was no word he heard. Until Dimas thought Baskoro was cowardly enough just to deal with it.

"Basic loser!"

Dimas snorting. Increasingly angry with his best friend, he sat down and pulled away the blanket that covered half his body.

Again, he was caught in this kind of situation. He hates. He doesn't like. So after staring at the infusion needle attached to the back of his left hand, his right hand moved about to remove it.

"Satan sama lo, Bas. I want to go home right now!"

However, a soft hand suddenly held his hand to hold back, accompanied by the sound of a woman's familiar scream in the ears.

"Mas Dimas, don't!"

I don't know where that figure came from. What is clear, the shrill sound and the rapid movement of the response successfully made Dimas surprised. He looked up and set his eyes on the girl.

The amara?

The atmosphere of the room that was initially gripping suddenly felt beautiful like a flower garden. No longer described happy what kind of call that had been missed was now really greeting the eardrum.

Amara's gaze towards him was even still the same as back then. Shady and warm. As well as the anxiety-filled expression clearly drawn on her face made Dimas feel meaningful. Maybe that's the sign of love, but unfortunately Dimas is insensitive.

Even he always felt loved by the caring attitude of the girl. And what always makes him miss is a form of attention from an Amara.

"Mas Dimas don't go anywhere just yet. Dimas just woke up and is still weak. Mas Dimas still needs treatment here. Now lay down again, yeah. Let me check how much blood pressure Mas Dimas is."

I don't know what hypnosis Amara spread this time to make Dimas so obedient to all the orders of the girl. Only five times his name was echoed by Amara, his defense had collapsed instantly. Dimas, Dimas. Though he should activate the angry mode if he wants the plan to run smoothly.

It is like a living statue that is silent only a thousand languages receive all the treatment of Amara. Dimas only resigned when Amara laid him down, covered half his body with a blanket, then checked his blood pressure using a tensimeter device.

It is undeniable that he misses this so much. Missing Amara's attention, longing for her chatter, even more so with the soft caress of her fingers.

However, over time Dimas began to feel unsettled. I don't know what's wrong until his heart suddenly beats. Her body also felt cold hot to the point of confusing the girl. However, fortunately he quickly mastered himself and the situation, to be able to refrain from the turmoil of feelings that have arisen.

Baskoro's face that suddenly flashed across his head finally succeeded in making Dimas able to hold himself back. Refrain from hugging Amara. To not kiss her and not to say if she really loves the girl.

"Good hand is cold Dimas? Though Mas Dimas' forehead feels hot."

Dimas was only silent as Amara muttered softly. It was even difficult to tell if the girl was just mumbling or asking. But one thing that makes it flowery. Amara looked anxious as she touched her forehead and clasped her palms in turn. Even so panicked, he called Doctor Lucy to ask for help checking her condition.

"Mas Dimas was patient, yes. Everything's gonna be fine. Soon Lucy's doctor comes to check on Mas Dimas."

Clunky. That was Amara's body language when she said that to Dimas. I don't know on what basis he said that? Because of a wife's instinct to calm her husband, or just put yourself as a nurse who is in charge of calming her patients?

Ah, regardless of the reason, but it seems that it is not necessary, because Dimas who is lying down looks calm in his place. Not responding to his words at all. Even impressed not to care about him.

Those words should have been pointed out by themselves. Because in fact Amara is the one who currently feels not calm. His body was suddenly cold hot, and his heart was pounding very fast.

Stuck in an uncomfortable situation, he could only nail himself while scanning the tiles under his feet. Sometimes he also needed to throw his face when he was caught by Dimas was watching the man secretly.

Maybe he could be a little calmer if Dimas said he greeted him well, and looked at him as warmly as before. But that piercing look? It was enough to show that she meant nothing in the eyes of the man who had married her.

Is she still angry?

The tense situation slightly lessened as the door of the room creaked slowly. A veiled young woman appeared with a sweet smile, accompanied by a woman dressed in all green.

Doctor Lucy greets the two people who actually have a bond but act as if they don't know each other and then begins to examine Dimas. He also gently pressed Dimas' stomach which of course with permission first.

"How is Mr. Dimas. What do you feel now?"

"It's just a little dizzy." Dimas answered coldly, and was only greeted with a smile by Lucy's doctor.

"May you open your mouth? What's his blood pressure, Amara?" Lucy's doctor instructed Dimas before asking Amara.

"Eighty to sixty mmHg, Doc," replied Amara quickly. While Dimas seemed lazy to open his mouth to be examined.

"Very low, yes. How stomach. Still sore?" ask Dr. Lucy about Dimas.

"Little."

Again Dimas answered lazily. However, after glancing at Amara who was just flinching in her place, she decided to ask the doctor.

"I'm fine, right. So, can you please remove this infusion hose so I can quickly go home?"

Doctor Lucy smiled before explaining slowly.

"This is Mr. Dimas. You are severely dehydrated, low blood pressure as well as a digestive infection. So, please hold back your desire to go home for a while, because Mr. Dimas still needs treatment here for a few days."

Dimas. "Well! Some days!"