The Nurse's Choice of Man

Self Conscious

Amara decided to teach for a while after finishing the tahajud prayer in the third of the night. He had difficulty sleeping when his heart was not calm and always calmed his heart in such a way.

He chanted holy verses so as not to cause noise to disturb the sleep of Dimas. After that he closed the Mushaf again and released the mucena to store it.

Before returning to the sofa, he first ascertained the state of Dimas. The man was still asleep in his sleep. Maybe the effect of the dizziness reliever he gave last night.

Just about to lay down the body, Amara immediately moved when he heard Dimas's dehydration. She hurriedly approached her husband while tidying up the slightly messy hijab.

"What does Dimas need? Still dizzy? Still nauseous? Or stomach pain?" he rattled with questions while without permission touching Dimas' forehead to measure the man's body temperature.

While Dimas only shook his head in response to the woman's anxiety. His face still looked pale and his lips looked dry.

"Gue ain't pa-pa, Mar. I'm just thirsty" he replied weakly.

"Mas Dimas thirsty?" Amara hurriedly took the glass filled with water over the nightstand and then handed it to Dimas.

The man slowly tried to get up, assisted by Amara anyway and then gulped the water until the toilet.

He was still in the same position when he noticed Amara returning the empty glass to the nightstand before then looking back at him with a look of anxiety.

"Mas Dimas needs something else?"

That Amara question really made Dimas feel cared for and loved. Oh God. If only from the beginning he had expressed his love for Amara, surely now he could touch the girl in front of him freely.

"Nothing is." That's all Dimas can say. The rest he could only lay down his body again and pretend to sleep. Unfortunately, Amara was standing there. While looking at him.

"Well, is it still there? Look-look at me anyway. Are you not sleepy? Don't want to go back to sleep?" ask her later in an uncomfortable manner. Dimas even deliberately looked at Amara with a probing expression.

"I need to make sure Mas Dimas sleeps before I go to bed" Amara replied honestly.

"It doesn't have to be like that, Mar. No one asked you to be like that."

"But it's me who wants it, Mas" said Amara quickly. And it was true from his heart.

Dimas sighed before then asked again.

"Aren't you tired of standing still?"

"A little bit, I'm. No problem," replied Amara as it is. Because if he says no, it's a lie. Your feet will not be strong if you stand for too long.

Dimas suddenly grabbed his blanket, making Amara instantly stare with a surprised face.

"The school sits here. But pijitin my legs," said Dimas while glancing at his feet.

While Amara was still stunned confused, she hurriedly closed it down without waiting for Amara's reply. Which makes Amara panic again, Dimas even affixed a threat sentence when he said.

"Yes if you don't want to. I'm also not going to make people who don't really want to take care of me, really."

"Oh, who said you didn't?" Amara hurriedly held Dimas' hand that was about to return covered. "I want to mijitin. Why is Mas Dimas so baperan?"

"Curtain, baperan." Dimas repeated a single word of Amara's sentence in a dismissive tone. But Amara had no intention of chiming in. He actually busied himself by massaging Dimas's legs properly so that the man felt comfortable. Just the lower leg. Not more.

If asked how Amara feels now, then the answer is happy. Yep. Simple is his happiness. Can be close and take care of her husband even though only disguised as a nurse.

It'sit's okay. He's quite self-conscious. Never in his mind to love, but also not want to stay away. He was just trying to establish himself as a place to pour out all fret, without the slightest dare to hope for more than that.

During her massage, Amara did not hear the man speak at all. Dimas was silent with a glaring look. Somehow he felt Dimas who was now different from Dimas who he had previously known. Maybe it's just his feelings, or it's true.

"Enough. I'm going to the restroom."

"Want me to help you?"Seeing Dimas rise up, Amara hurriedly offered while getting off the bed. However, instead of saying yes, Dimas' lips actually smiled sideways with his head shaking slowly. After that he passed by without a word even though his steps were still weak.

As the sun begins to rise, Amara asks Dimas to sunbathe on the balcony while she prepares breakfast below. The man obeyed even without a word being said. Dimas also refused to let Amara clean it. Despite walking limped because of a limp body and head that felt like it was going around in circles because of so dizzy, he still walked alone.

The atmosphere of the house that was initially still conducive, suddenly rowdy after the Lexus LX 570 black car entered the courtyard and dropped off two passengers.

"Dimas! Dimas!" The voice of Amelia who had just entered the house sounded thunderous in the corner of the room. He continued walking when he did not find the son in the living room, even ignoring the existence of Euis greeting him with a surprised expression. And the target was the young man's private room.

"Dimas!"

There was no reply, Amelia stopped at the door for a moment while circulating her gaze throughout the room. His eyes sparkled when he found the balcony door wide open and guessed if his son was there.

Justright. When Amelia came, apparently Dimas was laying his body on a lounge chair while looking at her. He also approached soon.

"Dimas. Aren't you still sick, son? But why are you home now?" asked the woman sadly mixed in annoyance. Seen from his forehead that showed wrinkles. But still be gentle by cupping his son's face full of affection.

"Well, did your mom come home? He said to Singapore until the day after tomorrow?" Instead of answering her question, Dimas asked her back.

Amelia sighed before answering Dimas asked.

"Mama deliberately went home because you can't live alone, Dimas. And you are Amara too! Why can you come home? As a nurse you should know, Dimas is still sick and needs treatment!" Amara who just came did not escape from Amelia's rampage. The middle-aged woman looked at her daughter-in-law cynically.

For a moment Amara just fell silent without daring to give an explanation. He felt guilty for upsetting Amelia.

"Why be quiet? Would you be responsible if something bad happened to Dimas!"

"Ma, don't beat Amara like that! He's not wrong Ma!"

An unexpected thing happened in front of Amara. Dimas suddenly interjected with a sentence of defense against the girl. With high notes. It was clear that it invited the astonishment of Amelia who got the opposition.

"Where didn't Mama blame her, Dimas? He is fully responsible for your recovery, but why let you go home! Anyway Mama won't forgive him if something bad happens to you."

"Ma, I'm asking you not to overdo it. I'm really not pa-pa–"

Not even had time to finish his speech, suddenly Dimas' head felt dizzy not a pussy until he involuntarily grimaced and massaged his temple with a half-bending position.

"That's it, right. You're not okay, Dimas!" amel warned.

The expression of Dimas' pain was bright enough to make Amara and Amel compact worried. Even Amara who had been silent and stood up suddenly put the tray she held and then approached her husband.

"Mas Dimas is fine, right?" he ensured. However, his good intentions were actually responded badly by Amel.

"What the fuck?" Amel brushed off Amara's hand that was about to touch Dimas fiercely. "Had known Dimas was in pain it still says no pa-pa. How, anyway?"

"Sorry, Ma. That's not what Amara meant," Amara replied regretfully. He immediately took a step back and abandoned his intention to check on Dimas. But once again the unexpected happened.

"Ma! I need Mama out of my room right now." Suddenly Dimas interrupted. He spoke without looking at the face. Dimas lowered his head while closing his eyes. His hand was still pressing down on the forehead which felt dizzy.

"Do you exasperate Mama, Dimas?" Amel nodded in disbelief. He was surprised to see his son's behavior.

"Not just Mama, but Amara too." Dimas opened his eyes, then my eyes were looking at Amelia as if begging. "Click knows me, Ma. I need calm, not a commotion. I beg for understanding Mama."