The Nurse's Choice of Man

Only care, not heart

Amara woke up when she heard the sound of dawn. Again he was surprised. Very surprised, because every time you open your eyes in the morning, the sleeping position is different from when you first close your eyes.

For the third time he and Dimas exchanged positions. If at first he embraced like a meninabobokan Dimas, now it is Dimas who hugged him like a husband protecting his wife.

Amara never thought, how can this be? Is his sleep too deep to feel changed position? Or maybe he felt cold to docked at Dimas like looking for warmth? If so, isn't this really embarrassing?

However, the instant that Amara's anxiety faded changed into an expanding smile. Look at that handsome face. Always intoxicating in all circumstances. When sleeping soundly Dimas really looks beautiful. Very sweet. Unlike when awake which immediately transformed like ice cubes at the north pole.

Ah, but what's the point of being handsome if he's not in love? Dimas' words alluding to Juan's name managed to resuscitate Amara if the man did not want him at all.

He must be self-conscious and begin to set his heart. One of them is to pack his clothes into a suitcase and then get out of here.

Dimas is healed. So he doesn't need me anymore.

However, there is a feeling of tightness in the chest. Why does his heart hurt so much? Suddenly Amara felt heavy and unwilling. Lately he has been used to living life with Dimas. So, can he continue to live if only alone?

He admitted, Dimas really expert to make his heart ravage. After successfully mastering, it was possible that he would be knocked down just like that. Is that bad in the bag? But his mind insists on denying it.

No. gabe. Dimas is not wrong. I was the one who gave up on her to use her. I don't know because of what. Unfortunately I don't know what I'm doing all this for.

Amara blinked in shock when Dimas suddenly moaned and wriggled. It was then that he took the opportunity that existed by breaking away from his embrace. He could breathe a sigh of relief because Dimas was not disturbed at all by his movements just now.

Furthermore, he hurried to the bathroom to clean himself before then fulfilling the obligation of worship. Not to forget also preparing Dimas needs on the first day of work and checking her husband's breakfast dishes downstairs.

He is very lucky and grateful. Eli had prepared breakfast for Dimas. Truly a nimble and deft woman.

"Bi, thank you very much for cooking Mas Dimas, yes. Thank you ... has really lightened my work," he said full haru. While Eli seemed to smile sincerely while gently rubbing his right shoulder.

"This is Aunt's job, Amara. Auntie knows you must be tired of wanting that big baby, hehe." Eli and Amara both laughed.

"If so I go back to the room again, Bi. Before the big baby was nagging because it was left for a long time," he said later.

"Sana. Patient, yes."

Amara simply smiled in response to Eli's temptation. He returned to his room and began packing his clothes into a suitcase.

Meanwhile, on the bed, Dimas who was still asleep suddenly showed movement. His eyes are still tight. However, his hand was already guerrilla fumbling to his left side. He hurriedly opened his eyes because he did not find the figure he was looking for there.

"Amara," he called slowly as he got up and sat down. He blinked his eyes, looked at the empty spot beside him, then spread his gaze across the room.

"Where is he?" He murmured in wonder. Amara was always there when she opened her eyes. The girl always woke him up to worship even though he was not congregating. So why is today different?

In order to kill the curiosity, Dimas immediately got off the bed and stepped towards the walk in closed room in his room.

Justright. His wife's figure was there, and it was enough to make him breathe a sigh of relief. However, his forehead was again made wrinkled because he saw the hijab girl was putting folds of clothes into the suitcase.

"Mar. What's going on there?" Dimas asked as he approached. Don't ask how she feels. Honestly, very messed up. But he tried to keep looking calm.

While Amara who was busy with her activities looked surprised. He really did not expect Dimas to wake up and come to him there. The man in white pajamas looked at him in wonder as he approached.

Amara tried to control herself from the shock. He immediately stopped his activities and approached the man with a rowdy attitude.

"I'm packing clothes again, Mas."

"Yes, I saw. But what the hell is it?" sahut Dimas fast. The face of the pillow is now beginning to look restless.

Heart Dimas pulsating pain. As she had expected, Amara was really pleased with her. Now what excuse should he have to hold it? A little mispronounced, he was worried Amara would misunderstand and ruin everything. But with her silent self, she was afraid that Amara would actually leave right now.

Oh my God, what am I supposed to do?

"Where do you want to go? To our house?"

Amara shook her head and it made Dimas feel disappointed. He thought Amara would live somewhere else. At Juan's house probably. Obviously it offends him because Amara and Juan are not legally married. Where would he be put in the face if Amara did that?

"I want to go back to the orphanage, Mas."

"The orphanage at the time?" ask Dimas later. There was a bit of relief from his tone.

Amara looked to nod. He confirmed Dimas's question.

"Why not just at home, Mar? Why should I stay in a home?" For some reason Dimas protested Amara's decision. Although he was relieved Amara did not intend to return to Juan's house, but Amara did not have to stay in the orphanage as well, right? Want it to feel forbidding, but confused about what reason?

"Because they're like my family, ma'am."

"A nonsensical excuse" Dimas said in doubt. A second later he shook his head while speaking firmly. "No no. I won't give permission."

"Loh, why?" Amara knitted her brows hearing Dimas' unwarranted ban. What's wrong with living in a home? He was happy to be there. It's like having a family that is as fortunate as you.

Because he felt uncomfortable, he then walked closer to Dimas. Staring at the man as if he was groaning, he then said softly as if pleading. "I have to go back there, Mom. They need me."

"So you don't think I need it, do you?" Dimas raised his tone. This time he really could not cover up the annoyance.

While Amara shook her head as a form of denial, Dimas stared at the girl's clear bead deeply before unraveling the question.

"Now I ask. Lo there as what? Volunteer only, right? Not staff! It's not mandatory to always be there!"

"Maaas, please don't misunderstand me!" Amara interrupted as she grabbed Dimas' hand and held him tightly. He thought Dimas had misunderstood, then hurriedly straightened out. "I'm just–"

"Gue can't accept any of your excuses, Amara."

Amara fell silent as Dimas cut his words. In fact he was struck by the words of the man afterwards who unlicensedly removed all his clothes from the suitcase and returned them to their original place.

"Lo is a kara, Mar, while I'm still your husband. I wouldn't let you live alone out there."

For whatever sake, Amara was deeply moved to hear Dimas talk like that. He almost shed tears. He was almost sure that Dimas loved him.

However, Dimas's subsequent words completely broke his thinking.

"Until any time you'll stay under my watch, Mar. Except–"

"Except what, Mom?" Amara was curious. The man purposely hung up his words and showed his grim face.

"Unless you bring my future husband in front of me."

Amara felt devastated. He had mistaken.

Plis, stop wishing for Amara. Mas Dimas just cares. There is no heart. Conscious Amara.