The Nurse's Choice of Man

Feeling threatened

Dimas hinted by hand for Amara to stop bribing him. The rice porridge that was still in her mouth was so difficult to swallow, but the girl had returned to thrust another spoonful of porridge to her lips.

"Again, Mas. Let you get well" asked Amara half-begged, but Dimas insisted on refusing.

"If I said yes! You can't make it. You don't understand how it hurts, Amara!" Dimas yelled at Amara but Dimas was also injured. He could see the girl's face suddenly grim, but Amara hurriedly threw away a glance to hide.

My brother doesn't cry, right?

Without a word Amara moved from her place. Dimas thought the girl was angry and was about to leave him, but apparently he just went to the nightstand and came back with a glass of water in hand.

"Mas Dimas drinks first, yeah. Let's not drag it," he said as he thrust the glass without looking at Dimas's face. Dimas accepted it even though his expression was involuntarily stupefied.

Mar, why don't you make me anyway? But I can't deny that you are effective. Really deh. Force me gih. Don't be on that.

Unfortunately Dimas had to swallow a sense of disappointment because Amara was obedient and did not talk much. The girl received a glass from him and put it back on the table.

This is the second day Dimas was treated. Stuck in the company of Amara should he feel happy. But there he was tormented.

Tormented because he could not do anything even though the figure he wanted was in plain sight.

Ah shit! It all happened because of Baskoro. I should have felt for Amara by now that I love! But because of this damn drama must fail everything. Amara's attitude was cold again.

Amara's cold? Is it not wrong Dimas? He was like a lump of ice in front of Amara. He alone created a distance until the girl felt uneasy. Not infrequently also snapped to make Amara's eyes glazed.

If you want to find out who is more hurt, Amara is the one. He who is already quite hit with the snare of love clapping one hand, still has to be hit also by the accusations that Dimas threw.

Amara admitted that she was guilty of lying to her husband, but did not she do the lie for good? Worse yet Dimas did not want to know about the reason for doing so. The man decided to end the relationship before the time came.

Sick? The stuff is sure. Moreover, their relationship ended with a situation of not wearing. However, it is also good that they are quickly separated. Because then Amara does not need to fall in love with Dimas until it gets deeper. And there is one more reason that makes Amara give up and get away. It's Naura. Dimas was happy with the girl. So what else is he still there for?

Speaking of Naura, Amara only realized that the woman had not shown her nose at all since Dimas entered the hospital.

Where's she? Could her job as a model be so time-consuming to accompany her lover alone she is not able? Naura should have left the job for Mas Dimas. After all, Mas Dimas has everything that Mbak Naura wants.

Outraged, Amara monologues in the heart. But he refused to ask Dimas. Worrying if the man will give an excessive response. Certainly angry.

Unknowingly Amara dropped the tissue box in her hand onto the floor to make a sound and it managed to attract Dimas' attention.

"Ngapain lo kayak is that? A ngamuk? Angry at me?"

That was the tone Dimas spoke to Amara since this last meeting. If not snapped, yes sniffy and cynical. However, Amara never took a headache and brought feelings. He only responded with a smile as long as the tears could still be held back. This time he just wants to enjoy being with Dimas no matter how the man treats him.

This is a very rare moment for Amara. When can I take care of the man I love? Although all he got was lara, but still he felt happy.

"Ah, no. When did I ever get mad at Mas Dimas?" Amara picked up a box of fallen tissue before then putting it on the table. He picked up a few sheets and walked closer to Dimas.

There was no angry or upset expression as he rubbed the area of Dimas' lips. A cheerful expression always adorned his face. It was precisely Dimas who had to work hard to resist the clumsiness due to Amara's gentle attitude towards him. His heart was also suddenly difficult to condition. And suddenly he forgot how to blink when he looked at the beautiful figure.

"What does Mas Dimas need now? I'm always here to take care of Mas Dimas." Amara volunteered after completing a swab-rubbing session. He stood on standby, showing readiness whenever the man needed.

"Gue .. cu-ma bu-tuh pu-lang!" said Dimas with great emphasis. He gritted his teeth, showing that he was not messing with his request.

Amara shook her head faintly in response to Dimas' request.

"Sorry, Mas. For this I can't."

"Why can't it? I was okay anyway. I can sue you for confining a patient who does not want to be treated!"

"Please demand it, Mas. I don't have a problem if I have to go to jail." Amara answered casually while smiling without even moving from her position. The girl looked calm and undaunted.

Dimas looks really upset. His efforts to be able to quickly go home as well as his annoying behavior to provoke Amara's anger failed miserably. He then remembered Amara's question to him just now, and he was intrigued to discuss it. Than curious, right?

"Lo said what? When have you ever been angry with me?" Dimas narrowed his eyes while asking. He observed Amara's expression that looked sinless before then launching an action to accuse him with excitement. "Then what was his name? You suddenly left that house out of anger, right! Don't wear anything, anymore."

"Not angry, Mum."

"Want to?"

"Lo quipped me?" Dimas narrowed his eyes. As a normal human being he certainly knows the direction Amara talks. He was the one who left the house and did not hear Amara's explanation. Although he had good intentions, but still the girl did not understand what her plan was at that time.

"sorry. I don't mean to miss Mas Dimas." A regretful look was drawn on Amara's face.

"Originally you know, Mar. I left home with good intentions. I just want to be free to decide the future. Without the bond of our marriage. But what are you doing? You even go and leave your own house." Dimas snorted annoyed and then threw his face.

Either who is wrong and who is right, who clearly both have reasons as a defense. Until the door of the room sounded creaking and appeared the figure of Baskoro who was smiling, in the open gap.

"Assalamualaik." Baskoro then entered without a hint of guilt. He ignored Dimas's gaze that was directed towards him.

"Hi Amara's. Dim, how are you?"

"Fuck, lo!" Dimas greeted his best friend with a swear sentence. "Remember my return right now if you don't want me to run away!"

"What is this?" Baskoro put on an innocent look and acted like a bego. He hurriedly sat not far from Dimas and was so considerate. "Suddenly asking to go home, anyway? Your face is still on, Dim, you still need treatment here. Patience, yes."

"Patience. Lo nice talking doang, guenya tormented tau Bas."

As Dimas and Baskoro fuss over unimportant things, Amara's phone in her work-clothes pocket suddenly shakes at the sign of a call. The girl immediately picked him up and spoke while walking.

"Yes Juan, I'm still in the VIP treatment room on the fifth floor. What's up?"

"It's me again at the door of that room."

"Huh?"

Amara opened the door immediately, and sure enough. The towering figure of Juan was indeed standing there. His hand was still sticking the phone still connected to Amara in his ear.

"Hey. Tumben's here?" amara asked as if she had not expected. But even so, he still looks happy.

"Why really? Can't I just suddenly come? Or do I need to make an appointment first?" seductive Juan with soulful eyes.

"Ish, what the hell are you," replied Amara as she patted her best friend's shoulder spoiled.

However, without Amara knowing, his interaction with Juan did not escape the attention of Dimas who was inside. The man could clearly see how close they were, Juan's caring attitude towards Amara and Amara's spoiled attitude towards Juan.

I don't know why his heart was suddenly uncomfortable. Juan's existence again made him feel threatened.

Maybe this is what Baskoro meant.

Take Amara home? You sure he still wants to?

Ah, suddenly Dimas was hesitating.

Baskoro who had been giving spiritual flush to Dimas was forced to turn towards his friend's view because Dimas' expression suddenly looked upset.

Baskoro smiled faintly after being able to examine what had happened. Still without guilt, he asked Dimas just to be sure.

"Why are you pouting that? You're jealous, aren't you?"

Dimas turned his gaze to Baskoro before then screeched.

"Gue's? Jealous of Juan? No, not level."

"Owh, not level." Baskoro flicked his lips while nodding in understanding. "But why don't you seem to like their closeness? Feeling threatened?" guess Baskoro, and apparently Dimas nodded his head in agreement.

"A little bit."

"Yes just. That's called stupid Dimas' jealousy!"

Dimas sontang. Baskoro's words really struck him. It is true, jealousy by feeling threatened means the same. However, even so Dimas has a powerful technique to make Baskoro silenced and not corner it anymore.

"So how, Bas. Do you have any last words before I kill you?"