The Nurse's Choice of Man

Yes, I like it

Realizing that Naura was no longer there, Dimas, who had initially bullied Amara, immediately let go of their pagutan and rolled over at his wife's side.

However, even so he did not really let go of Amara. Because, after a while trapped in silence and uncomfortable atmosphere, he docked again. Tilted Amara's body and hugged the woman tightly. He hid his face in Amara's chest and stayed there in such a position for some time.

Amara, who did not know what Dimas meant, could only be stunned confused while occasionally making eyes. Various speculations appeared in his mind due to the silence of this Dimas.

Could he regret touching her? Or are you sorry for hurting Naura? However, if this is true, why has Dimas still not taken it off?

Ah, rather than thinking no-no, it is better for Amara to talk to Dimas to know how to be clear.

"Mas, Mbak Naura is no more," he said half-reminded while patting Dimas' shoulder slowly like a resuscitate.

"Gue tau." That was Dimas' answer, but he did not change his position at all. After a long silence, then he spoke to his wife without looking at her face. "Mar, permit me to sleep in this position until I wake up. I'm in a rage again. I need calm."

Indirectly, Dimas stated that he felt calm and comfortable in Amara's arms. How could Amara not be happy even if the change in the way Dimas spoke back to the beginning made him realize that this play had ended completely and all came back at the starting point. He was satisfied, so that no word of rejection was thrown from his mouth other than a nod of his head assented.

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Although the hands were busy stirring the coffee that had just been brewed with hot water, but Amara's mind wandered out of nowhere. Unknowingly her smile expanded. Face blushing. And a second later felt an immeasurable embarrassment.

He hurriedly blinked his eyes while shaking his head to drive away the wild thoughts that perched in his mind.

Regardless of whatever the reason of Dimas, his heart was completely warmed by the man's treatment of him. The incident of showing off intimacy on Naura at that time became a turning point in Dimas' attitude change in their relationship.

Although the way of speech is still flat and sometimes also ketus, but Dimas became spoiled and increasingly dependent on him in any case. Not just when eating that always asks to be fed. The matter of sleeping alone Dimas must be in the arms of Amara in order to fall asleep until morning.

In addition to being happy, Amara sometimes also felt upset. Sometimes he thinks if the reason needs the calm that Dimas said it was just an alibi. Does that guy like to be hugged?

Aaa... Why am I so big-headed? Basic don't know yourself. Unknowingly Amara clinched her own head. He really felt sassy because he thought so. Again his instinct reminds him that he has nothing in Dimas's eyes. Dimas just used it. But strangely why does he like it?

Without Amara noticing, Eli who had just appeared in the kitchen was secretly smiling at his unusual behavior lately. Often daydreaming when alone, suddenly a smile with a met face, and sometimes also acting indistinctly while pinching his own head.

Although Amara did not tell the story at all, Eli knew very well what the girl was feeling right now. As an eyewitness to how Dimas kissed her at that time, of course Eli had high hopes that the couple would soon unite.

Eli saw the incident. He who was about to deliver Naura's drink to Dimas' room was very surprised to see Naura coming out of there with tears. Curious, he rushed to the door to see what was happening. Tara .. she saw Dimas and Amara kissing hot. And since then he has felt an improvement between the relationship of Dimas and Amara. It is not yet significant, but gradually Dimas has shown his love even though in a different way.

"Amara," he called slowly as he approached. Unexpectedly, it turns out Amara was surprised to answer him with a stammer.

"I–iya Bi Eli, what's wrong?" ask Amara while turning around. He half-gawked at Eli who was behind him with a smile. I don't know when he was there. Amara didn't even notice.

"No pa-pa, Amara. Aunty was only worried that the coffee felt dizzy because of the slow stirring," replied Eli half insinuating.

Amara's face immediately blushed and she looked wrong. Totally disgraceful. He was caught in the chestnut until he forgot how long he had stirred his drink.

"You daydream, yes ...," Eli accused with a seductive smile. Amara shook her head and answered without looking at her face.

"Ah, not Bi. That, the coffee was still clumping."

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Bi, I'll take this to Mas Dimas's room first, yeah. He feared that he would wait a long time," he said later, then left in a hurry. He did not want Eli later to ask a lot of questions and tease, which would certainly make him more embarrassed.

Arriving at the door of Dimas' room, Amara stopped there and exhaled a long breath. The feeling that was initially still calm suddenly became tense every time he faced the man.

How not? Since the arrival of Naura at that time Dimas transformed into a big baby who demanded all his attention.

Likes, anyway. But also horrified. Not to mention he felt overwhelmed by his increasingly uncontrollable heart activity. He was afraid that the heart would not be in its place anymore.

However, he couldn't possibly remain standing there until later, right? He had long since left Dimas downstairs while preparing something he had brought. He could already imagine the annoyed face of Dimas who felt neglected.

"Where are you, anyway?"

Tuh, right. Just opened the door, Amara already Dimas welcomed with such a question. Not to mention the sharp gaze of the man was like stabbing a heart, making Amara step her feet in doubt. How handsome. But scary.

Dimas took his eyes off the laptop he was holding. The eagle's eyes noticed Amara's movements as if they were intimidating.

"Should Mas Dimas do not copy first if the stomach has not healed properly. Coffee contains caffeine, Mas. Caffeine contained in the content of coffee can increase acid production and inflammation in the stomach. In addition, caffeine can make the muscular ring of the esophagus relax at the bottom, so that stomach acid can rise up to the esophagus. As a result, the chest or throat can feel hot and burning. This condition is called heartburn." Amara explained at length while thrusting the cup of coffee she was carrying.

Aside from being really worried, such communication is very useful to repel tension every time you meet Dimas. As he expected, Dimas always responded to the cold and sometimes the snoring. The man considered his wobble to be just the wind then mere.

"Who did I say I'm not healed?" Dimas sipped his coffee after receiving it from Amara. He then looked at the woman standing at the side of the bed with a difficult gaze to interpret. "Lo see for yourself, I'm cured."

Amara received a Dimas cup. Put it on the nightstand before then attacking Dimas with questions.

"If you've healed why every day is still lying down? Is it not usual every day just to fall asleep?"

"Whose sleep is that?" reply Dimas with questions anyway.

"Mas Dimas, right." Amara shows Dimas with her beautiful facial expression.

"Lo don't know, sleep the way I also make money?" said Dimas with implied intent.

At once Amara regained consciousness and revealed a timid smile. Even on the bed, but Dimas never forgot his laptop. The man was busy making some very complicated designs and did not even understand them. Not infrequently he accompanied Dimas while the man was awake until late at night. He was also asked to help type in a report.

"Let my gini sleep also work, times."

Dimas suddenly looked at Amara, narrowed his eyes, and then asked in a suspicious tone.

"Or don't you actually elo who's my boss?"

Amara raised her eyebrows, then shook her head quickly as a form of denial.

"Ah, no, no. Who said he was bored?"

"Owh, don't get bored." Dimas mangosteen seemed to understand, then asked in a seductive tone for the first time. "Means like, huh? Do you like me?"

"Yes, Mas. I like it." Amara answered without thinking. However, when he saw Dimas clenching his lips withholding a smile, he realized the direction of the man's question. Then he rectified the speech by showing the expression of an agitated face. "Eh, what does this mean, Mas? Like in what sense? I mean, I'm happy, Mom. Not the others. Please do not misunderstand Dimas, yes."