The Nurse's Choice of Man

An offer

Tok tok!

Amara knocked on Doctor Khanza's office door to fulfill the neurosurgeon's call. Although he himself did not know what made the senior doctor specifically call him to the workspace.

"Lake in!"

Amara opened the door as a voice sounded from within. "Assalamualaikum Doctor, you call me?" amara asked as she stood in the doorway.

"Girishalah, Amara. Come inside. I want to talk to you." Doctor Khanza let her glance at the empty seat in front of her.

Deg.

Amara's feelings were mixed up. Although he felt he had nothing wrong but being called suddenly like this made him anxious as well. "Well, Doc" he said, nodding, then shutting the door shut before stepping towards Doctor Khanza's desk.

"Sit down, please,"

Amara nodded slowly then sat down on the chair opposite Doctor Khanza carefully.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

Amara shook her head slowly, then answered Doctor Khanza's question with a question, while her face was full of anxiety. "Am I guilty, Doctor?"

"No," Khanza denied quickly and it made Amara breathe a sigh of relief. The face that had originally paled was now seen back blushing.

"Why am I called a doctor?" amara asked then with a curious face.

"Look, Mara." Doctor Khanza braided his fingers on the table and stared fixedly at Amara. "I just want to offer something to you" replied Doctor Khanza without further ado. "I see you are the person who is painstaking and your totality in work is no doubt. From that consideration, I recommend you to be a special nurse a patient in his home. So, are you ready?" ask doctor Khanza with great earnestness.

"Do you mean, I don't work in this hospital but in the patient's house?"

"Exactly, once. You want to, right?"

Amara scrunched her forehead. He paused for a moment to think, before opening his mouth to ask. "If you may know, what pain does he have, Doctor?"

"He had a psychiatric disorder due to the influence of the accident that had just happened to him. This includes challenges for you as a junior nurse in your dedicated loyalty."

Doctor Khanza was silent for a moment while watching Amara who still seemed to think.

"I know you're having a hard time with money, right? The pay is pretty big, you know."

Deg.

Why would Doctor Khanza know that? Why is news like this growing so quickly in a hospital environment of this size! Why should money be my weakness! Totally disgraceful. Amara murmured in the heart.

"Doctors mean, I have to take care of a madman, right? If you have a psychiatric disorder, why not just be treated in a mental hospital? Why should I take care of him?"

"Not crazy in the truest sense, Amara. Actually he is in good condition, but under certain conditions, he can experience shocks and rampages. Your job is to just monitor and give him a sedative when he starts getting out of control. You also have to give him support and motivation so that he again has the passion to stay alive." Doctor Khanza again watched Amara's facial expression that still looked worried.

"Amara," call Doctor Khanza subtle when going to persuade. "You know, only the best people I would recommend. And you're the best man. You can make your decision tomorrow, you don't have to answer it now."

Amara returned Doctor Khanza's smiling gaze to her with a smile as well. The girl was a little relieved, at least she had a day to think about the offer.

"Okay Doctor, I'll take a day to think about it as best I can."

"May the decision you make be right, yes." Doctor Khanza said expectantly.

"Hopefully yes, Doc. I hope so too."

Doctor Khanza smiled. "You can get back to work, Amara. Thank you for taking the time to come" Khanza said.

"Together, Doctor. Then I'm sorry. There are some jobs that I have not finished yet" Amara said. He nodded politely, then got up and stepped towards the door.

Doctor Khanza followed Amara with his eyes until she disappeared behind the door.

***

Amara set foot out of her official house with great zeal. After a night of thinking, also assisted with prayer and tahajjud, and fix! Amara chose to stay here.

He was sure he could repay the debt to Diana as soon as possible. He only needed to save his non-essential expenses to save.

"Cock smile yourself, Mar?" Diana, walking with Amara, asked. He was surprised by Amara's attitude which was just a smile of its own since they left the house earlier.

"I'm just grateful again mbak, the motorcycle business is running. Now again think about how to get me to pay off my debt as Diana," replied Amara with a wry smile.

"Have, don't think too much about it. That's my savings, I'm not in a hurry to use it either." Diana replied casually.

"Take mbak? Then I'll just mourn first. But before enough do not charge first ...," said the clear-eyed girl with a whining tone.

"No billing! Just want to confiscate your belongings in the mes if later do not pay," Diana's tease scared Amara by putting on a pretentious face judes.

"Same to know mbak ...!"

"Part of you! Ma'am told you not to think too much about this, right ,,,."

Amara thaws, then smiles. "Yes, thank you very much" said Amara in a weak voice, while her eyes looked at Diana with a full throb.

"Don't do that, ah! Just a regular time."

"Huhu ,, what the hell, Ma'am. It's about to cry ...!" reply Amara gegegetan while masang face furious. And it provoked Diana's tingling until the woman chuckled for a moment.

"Mar," called Diana after a while the two fell silent. Amara immediately set her gaze in response to the call of the woman. "Can I ask you something?"

"Don't ask for money! I'm again missquiin," said Amara quickly with lips cut.

"Ihh, paan anyway! Who wants money! This is me talking seriously, you know!" he insisted then by putting up a serious mimic. Diana looked at Amara. He even stopped his steps so Amara stopped.

"By the way, by the way. Don't want to do that. What do you want to say?" ask Amara with a plain face.

"Fear what, I just want to say you don't want to be bullied anymore, yeah."

"Yes, no one wants to bully me" Amara replied with a smile to reassure her. "Yesterday I was just lazy to make a fuss, so I gave up. Huh, ah. Jalan yuk," he asked while holding Diana's hand and pulling her slowly. He was lazy to talk about the problem again and preferred to divert it.

Both arrived at the hospital and did their usual jobs.

***

Winda had reached the parking area of a hospital, but he was still reluctant to get off the car that took him there. The driver also did not turn off the engine.

Both hands of the man approaching middle-aged still holding the steering wheel while occasionally staring at the mistress from the reflection of the rearview mirror. After a long silence with a big question mark on the head, in the end he ventured to ask. "How's Madam?"

Winda who was still observing the entrance of the hospital was surprised to hear the sound of the driver until his body slightly tiptoed. He nodded and looked straight at her. "Yes, how?" he asked with a confused face.

"Did the madam come inside?" the driver asked politely to make sure.

"Yes, sure. I'm going down. You wait here until I call you, yeah."

"Good Mistress."

Winda then wears a veil cloth that was originally coiled around the neck, then uses it to cover the face. Already going to hold the door lever, he also undo and ask the driver to ask for an opinion.

"Hows it? Am I still visible?" ask her while showing a face that was half covered.

The driver was confused. "Of course it's still visible, Madam. You're just wearing a veil, not a self-destructive robe" she said honestly.

The driver's words upset Winda. "That's not it!" growled while frowning and clenching his hands. "I mean, do you still recognize me?"

"Of course, Madam. I've been your driver for a long time, so I may not know you" replied the chauffeur politely as he looked at his employer. But a second later the driver hurriedly lowered his head with a puzzled face.

I don't know what was wrong with her words, to the point that the madam looked at her with bulging eyes and clenched hands. Even her white teeth bit the tip of the veil furiously, as if they were holding back from eating it.

Although hesitant, Winda finally established herself to get out of the car. It was the future of the son that pushed him all the way here.

He also wore a long veil that had made him rise in blood to cover his head. And she pulled the end of the veil to cover the face with her hands.

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