The Nurse's Choice of Man

One Pack

During the illness, Dimas only spent a lot of time in the room lying down and lazing around. So there was no other choice for Amara than to accompany the man there.

Amel and her husband had been traveling to America since that very day, leaving the heavy duty on Amara to look after Dimas, her son.

Like that morning, Dimas ate and preferred to play with his laptop. Amara himself was upset because Dimas was very difficult to persuade to eat. Forced, Amara had to use a clear stance to force on the grounds of Amelia. He was sure that Dimas could not refuse because he was worried that the girl would be his mother's months later.

Weird, right? Hate, but I don't want to be hurt.

"Enough, Mar, I'm already full," said Dimas as Amara thrust a spoonful of food into his mouth. He shook his head and held Amara's hand as the girl insisted on forcing her.

"A little more, Mom. This responsibility," said Amara reasoned while showing a plate that still leaves a little food.

"Gue can't do it anymore, Mar. The tongue still tastes bitter, it's not good to eat."

Amara sighed softly. Though today the food he took for Dimas was really less than usual, but still the man was unable to spend. Moreover, with the men's heartfelt look at him, Amara was powerless to force.

"Yes already. But the medicine is taken yes," pinta Amara gave the conditions. And Dimas nodded.

Amara smiled in satisfaction as Dimas had swallowed all the medicine he was given. While Dimas himself can only snort annoyed because he can only obey the wishes of the girl in front of him.

To be honest he was already very tired of dealing with drugs. Just imagine, three times a day Amara forced him to consume a lot of bitter pills. If he could choose, he would be better off not eating than taking medicine. But unfortunately, it was precisely because he did not eat that he entered the hospital and met with the drugs. He is not allowed to take medicine without first eating. Huh, really a link that is very closely intertwined. And that makes Dimas even more excited.

If it wasn't for the girl in front of him, perhaps Dimas had already thrown away the medicine without even taking it. If you remember the origin of the pain, you want to laugh.

If there was a logician willing to analyze himself, perhaps that person would claim to be insane. Just imagine, where there are sane humans who want to get sick just to launch a goal.

When everyone says healthy is expensive, Dimas is willing to pawn his health in order to get the sympathy of the idol. Fortunately, the plan was on target. Try if it fails, it can be really crazy him.

"Lo get out, there," Dimas kicked out while twisting his chin. I want to be alone again."

Amara nodded. He knew Dimas was looking to focus on his work that had been neglected due to the pain he suffered. It has been two days since the man opened his laptop and began to continue a design there.

Without many words, Amara began to arrange the dirty cutlery of Dimas's. However, that moment suddenly the door of the room was opened from the outside to force the two of them to turn their heads in that direction. Even more surprised apparently what appears is the figure of Naura who appears very beautiful with a black dress sleeveless with a length of knee.

"Neuro ...." The girl greeted gently as she walked closer.

Naura's warm greeting was apparently inversely proportional to the reception she got. Instead of welcoming her warmly and politely, Dimas snorted in annoyance while asking hurtful questions.

"Gapain you come here!"

Naura herself did not immediately answer Dimas' question about the purpose of his arrival. However, he glanced at Amara for a moment with an uncomfortable expression before then throwing a question.

"Dim .. Can we talk alone?"

Amara is not a stupid girl who does not understand what Naura says. Naura's question had indirectly told Dimas to expel her from there.

Amara knew enough that she was a nobody even though her heart felt like it was being slashed, so she hurriedly resigned herself before Dimas actually kicked her out of the second main.

"Please talk, Ma'am. Dienakin. I'm going out, too."

Something beyond belief happened again. The hand of Amara who was about to take the tray on the nightstand suddenly felt heavy. It was because Dimas held him down before then the man spoke to him full of emphasis.

"Stay here and don't go."

Meanin?

Amara looked at Dimas with a questionable expression. Confused too. Perhaps his sense of hearing was impaired until he misheard.

"You said yes by the way, Naura," Dimas said in a weakened tone without letting go of the handrails on Amara's wrist. Very tight, as if not wanting to let the girl leave him.

"But Dimas–"

"But what, Naura?" cut the Dimas with an expression that is difficult to explain. "There's Amara or not for me the same. But for me it's better that he exists. What question? We are one package. Soul mates. What I know Amara should know too."

Dimas' words were not only able to hurt Naura, but also successfully made Amara widen his eyes. What does it mean try? He kicked her out, but now doesn't want to be left behind, even saying they're soul mates.

Amara almost soared if she forgot that this was Dimas' attempt to heat up her ex-boyfriend. Honestly, he was disappointed because he felt used. But he should have obeyed because maybe this was for Dimas's good. However, looking at Naura's teary eyes that so clearly show gaping wounds, why Amara so can't bear ya.

In a hurry, Amara pulled her hand and tried to escape from Dimas' stray. While Dimas actually increasingly tighten the grip.

"Mas, loose. Let me out. How good of a problem you two are to talk about!" pinta Amara half-begged as she continued to pull her hand. He was really struggling because Dimas didn't seem to want to let go.

However, again Dimas made a successful breakthrough to make himself stunned and drunk kepayang.

"If I say stay here it means don't go, honey! You know I don't want to be contradicted, right?"