The Nurse's Choice of Man

Whisperings

Dimas opened his eyes when he believed that Amara had fallen asleep. It was seen from the breath of the girl who was blowing regularly.

While he was still awake until the clock showed at one in the morning. Sudden dizziness makes him not at all sleepy tonight. There was only the fear that Amara would leave her again.

Breaking free from Amara's hand that was embracing her shoulder, Dimas switched positions to be her who was hugging the woman.

Slowly he moved Amara's head and placed it right on his left arm, then hugged and kissed her forehead so gently.

For some reason, he always wanted to be the only protective figure of the girl.he wanted to be the only man Amara loved, and a man to be proud of. Only himself. Not Juan or anything.

Look at him, that shady face is really soothing. Every night, Dimas even lingered at him. Sometimes he rubbed the smooth cheek or sometimes kissed it very carefully. For if Amara is disturbed until he is awake, then all is broken. He would return to being a cold man whenever Amara was conscious. Dimas really sucked.

Unknowingly Dimas' smile expanded happily. The girl he hugged was really very innocent and clean-hearted. He is not at all bad-minded if the man who every time demands his attention wants more.

Yep. Maybe Amara never felt what she had been feeling all along. How hard it is to be a normal man who is always in contact with the opposite sex who is wanted. Dimas really felt tormented. He took pains to refrain from pouncing on Amara before the girl was ready. He must resist dizziness and turbulent desires whenever there is physical contact between them, whether intentional or not.

Although Dimas believes that Amara is willing to give whatever he wants, but he does not want Amara to do that because he has to. Amara may be willing to give up her body. So, is it so with his heart? He even hesitates if Amara loves him considering Amara has a noble heart. That girl is always nice to anyone. And don't let only her big head.

A marriage relationship will be forever and happy if the couple falls in love with each other. What if only he loves? Dimas didn't want that to happen. Then the only way is to make Amara love her.

Dimas deliberately used a different way. At least, he became the deepest inhabitant of Amara's heart trough despite starting with hatred. Then he will make the girl devote all her attention with excessive efficacious attitude. A little pressing, indeed. But that's the only way. If Amara had gotten used to this, she was sure that later Amara would feel something was lacking if she separated from him for a second.

Amara's decision really bothered her mind. He even deliberately alluded to Juan's name, but he could not conclude anything conclusive. Juan is Amara's boyfriend or not?

When busy fighting inner suddenly Amara moved close to her body. Dimas was surprised and immediately stiffened. However, a moment later he breathed a sigh of relief as Amara still closed her eyes.

Ah unfortunately, that relief doesn't coincide with the one down there. Without his permission, Junior suddenly woke up and stiffened. He thrashed asking to be expelled to find an opponent.

Damnit.

How not? Amara's hand without knowing the shame guerrilla in the chest, armpits and ended up hugging him. While his face immersed itself into his chest like he was looking for warmth. How can faith not falter if it gets this gentle touch?

If he does not leave immediately, Amara's safety will be threatened. Dimas wasn't sure he could hold back anymore.

If so, who is to blame? The sassy Amara or the insolent Dimas? Fix, it was Junior who suddenly woke up at will.

Sometimes the heart is not in sync with the mind. When his heart cried out to leave, but his mind cried out to stay there. It was as if angels and demons were competing to whisper it. One told him to come out for Amara's safety, while the other held him back with all his might. Amara needs warmth. You can't be selfish by leaving him alone.

It turned out to be a second, more powerful whisper. Suddenly Dimas felt heavy about to come out. He was afraid that he would disturb Amara's sleep if he insisted on releasing his embrace.

Hollies, alibis.

Satan's persuasion doesn't stop there. Dimas had never seen what his wife's hair looked like. All the way, huh? Straight or curly?

Suddenly Dimas was curious not a bitch. Moreover, the demon on the left side kept on exclaiming to tell him to open. What's he supposed to do?

Dimas suddenly took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Instantly it also solidified the intention to kill curiosity. Toh Amara his wife. It is not sinful to do so. And so did Amara who would not sin for showing hair to his mahram.

Dimas finally started to move his hand. Touching the tip of Amara's hijab and intending to open it. Damnit. His heart is pounding. It's more stressful than anything he's ever done. It was like a thief who was about to steal an egg from a mother who was incubating it. Dimas even broke out in cold sweat.

While biting her lower lip, Dimas began to pull the tip of Amara's hijab. Very slow. And without a sound.

"Emmm."

Damnit.

Amara wriggled following her lull. He felt something uncomfortable until he opened his eyes. And tara ....

The girl was so surprised. His eyes immediately rubbed with Dimas' bright brown iris still brightly lit in front of him, and instantly his slender body was bouncy awake and sitting.

"Mas Dimas hasn't slept?"

Amara asked as she rubbed her eyes. The girl seemed to have fully gathered consciousness after she had scattered while she was asleep. And when he saw the position of Dimas and the place where his former self lay earlier, suddenly panic was over him.

"Astaghfirullah, I could have made Mas Dimas's arm a pillow! I'm sorry, Mas .. I'm so sorry. I did not intentionally do it because my sleep was so slumbering. Must be a big hand? I really didn't intentionally. Sorry ...." He rubbed Dimas' sturdy arm while saying that. He really felt bad.

Unbeknownst to Amara, Dimas breathed a sigh of relief. It's strange. He's rude but why does Amara feel guilty? Look at that girl's heart. He never even prejudiced others. Totally different than the others.

"No, not pa-pa. If you want arm pads again, it doesn't matter."

Dimas's serious remarks were received by Amara. Amara thought Dimas was angry and tested him in such a way. It was clear he was shaking with a sullen face full of guilt.

"No, Mas. Sorry .. I know I was wrong."

"Eh, who's wrong?"

Amara shakes her head again. After seeing Dimas' eyes were still fresh fit, then he asked curiously.

"Mas Dimas hasn't slept at all?"

Dimas. "Not yet."

"Definitely bothered with me, huh?" guess Amara still with a look of guilt. What does Dimas have to answer? Insist on the right explanation, Amara will not believe it either. Yes, find it safe.

"Yes. A little," he replied slowly while peeing.

"Duh, sorry, Mom. Because of me you can't rest. Mas Dimas should have woken me up."

"Udah. Lo aja who sleeps really fast," said Dimas full of confidence, and only avenged by a grunt by Amara.

"So what now?" ask the girl what she is confused about.

"Yes sleep!" sahut Dimas is upset. She lay back in place, while Amara was still staring at her. "Heh, what's so bengong?"

"Yes?" Amara stutters.

"Buruan replacein my break time was wasted earlier! That's the cause, right?" point Dimas at Amara. The man felt more victorious because Amara just nodded resignedly. "If so tonight I ask for extra service, dong. No problem, right?"

"Huh, extra? Meanin?" Amara. Various wild thoughts immediately perched in his mind.

"Don't cry!" It was as if Dimas knew what the girl was thinking. "Just hug me like an ordinary."

"Owh." Amara breathed a sigh of relief, but apparently Dimas' request had not yet been completed.

"But while the peck of affection just as kiss my forehead to sleep," added Dimas with his sneaky grin.

Amara glared in disbelief.

"Well!"