The Nurse's Choice of Man

I helped you stand up, he's the one you ran with

"You're cruel, Dimas! Even after everything I've been through, you still have the heart to do that?" Naura started sobbing. "I've been crushed to the brink, Dimas. I miscarried and could no longer bear a son because my uterus had been removed. And you still have the heart to throw away?"

"When you know you're broken, what else are you coming to me for?" Dimas. "Come on, Naura .. You're not amnesiac, are you? I'm sure you weren't dreaming on foot until you got to this place. I think you also know, if a person who really loves will give himself to a loved one with a sincere heart and in a state of being intact. It's not just the way he wants it, especially in a state of being destroyed."

Amara did not understand the meaning of Dimas' words. However, he still positions himself as a good listener and observer in the midst of two people who are fighting.

"You know Naura, I'm really worried that your soul is having a breakdown to the point of thinking I'm the one who caused your destruction. Don't you know how I always glorify you?" Dimas' gaze grew sharper and the sentence he uttered was so loud.

"I always accept your situation, whatever it is. Loving you is as sincere as my heart, even against the wishes of my parents. I try to lead you, to the right path. But what happened? You just lost control and went out of control, so what do I do?"

"Are you mad at me, Dimas?" asked Naura in between the sobbing. To be honest, he has lost. However, he tried to divert his embarrassment with a half-assed question sentence.

"No." Dimas shook his head while he was cheating. "Just a little bit of luck. Just imagine. I helped you stand up, but he's the one you ran to." Suddenly Dimas' laughter echoed. A hollow laugh that only happened for a moment, before then changing with a proud grin. "But do you know, Naura? In the end I felt lucky for not having been unlucky to fall with you."

Naura involuntarily clenched her hand. Dimas' words really struck right in the deepest trough of his heart.

"You have a grudge against me?" Naura asked again in a soft and trembling voice. He was almost at a loss for words, and that was all that came to his mind. However, this time Dimas reviewed a smile as his reaction.

"Naura .. have you ever heard karma speak?"

Naura did not answer Dimas' question with words. He was just getting closer to looking at Dimas which meant expecting the man to explain.

"If someone has the heart to betray, even destroy brutally, and also has cheated, then just shut up and pay attention to how the laws of nature work. My hands are holy enough to be defiled by retaliating evil deeds." Again Dimas succeeded

Naura swallowed her hard-earned saliva. It was obvious Dimas was insinuating her blatantly. His heart has never been so sick that someone has thrown it away. He left with a burning spirit. Should he now go home with a disappointed heart?

"Darling ... It looks like you just gave me some medicine, but why is my head suddenly dizzy again, huh? Is it because of an unexpected guest?"

Amara, who realized that she was the one who was spoken to Dimas, spontaneously looked back. Justright. He found Dimas was massaging his temple and putting on a gloomy face, and at once he immediately turned his body to massage Dimas' head. Very mellow. Accompanied by the gaze of attention, until the man who still holds her lap is displaying a very charming smile.

"You still haven't recovered properly, honey. So don't think about it first, yeah. Take care of your. For my sake ...."

"I'll take care of my health for you." Dimas spoke softly, looked at Amara warmly, then grabbed Amara's hand and kissed her back affectionately.

You know what Amara felt? Her face flushed red feeling the warmth of Dimas' kiss. His heart rippled violently. Obviously he didn't expect Dimas to do that.

While the sad thing is actually experienced by Naura. Her heart throbbed pain looking at the intimacy of Dimas and Amara before her eyes. Her hand involuntarily squeezed the end of the beautiful black dress she was wearing. But why is it still so hard to believe?

The attitude of Amara and Dimas showed a significant change. At first the girl looked stiff and awkward. It was seen the first time Dimas held me and hugged her from behind. Dimas was too. At first it looks flat and impressed to press Amara. So, why suddenly such a friendly ass like this? That's what makes Naura so eager to investigate.

Meanwhile, Amara who was still trying to control herself seemed to smile awkwardly before then shuffling from sitting. He tried to unravel Dimas' embrace and intended to get off the man's lap.

"Rest, Honey. Don't take me first. You know I'm fat. Body heavy. I'm afraid you're not strong, honey," he said in a joking tone, then laughed crisply to ward off the embarrassment that had been consumed.

"No. I don't want to let you go." Dimas shook his head while pouting. He even tightened his embrace on Amara's waist. It could be that he was spoiled, even though Naura's wounded gaze was still directed at him.

"Meet me sleep" he asked Amara, but in a gentle and spoiled tone.

If so, what else can Amara do? Unable to resist Dimas' wishes, he could only smile gently before nodding his head.

Amara helped Dimas lie down and covered half his body with a thick blanket.

"Never leave me." As if he really did not want to be left behind, Dimas held Amara's hand and begged that the girl would not leave.

But the Amara who had been lured into the drama that Dimas created knew very well how to put themselves.

He positioned himself like a real wife who loved her husband so much. So when Dimas asked him to lie down on the man's side he obeyed. Ignoring his heart beat. No matter to Naura who was still there and watching them. After all, they were this deliberate because it was to be shown to the girl.

"Sleep, Honey. I'll always be here to take care of you." Amara, who was lying on her side with her head higher, rubbed Dimas's arm with a gentle swab. But the girl almost squealed as Dimas suddenly eroded the distance. Wrapped his hands to his waist and unhappily hid the face on his chest like a baby taking refuge in his mother. Amara could feel her face turning pale as if it was not drained with blood.

Now what should he be? Pushing Dimas' head or wiping it?