The Nurse's Choice of Man

The perfect combination

Amara sat alone in the back garden after Dimas died that morning. Thinking of all Dimas' treatment of him made him dizzy. Dimas often makes it soar high above the clouds. But also not infrequently throw it to the bottom of the abyss.

Just like it was. He was already moved by Dimas' attitude of firmly holding him away. But why after that man even said he would let go if Amara brought his candidate.

Directly nyesek, right? All he wanted was a man named Dimas. And worse, the man named Dimas was so good at giving him a hope, as well as breaking that hope.

Again, he wants to be treated in such a way. Dimas tends to dominate it and its forcers. While she was, only the woman was helpless. Really the perfect blend. He had tried his best to reason that Dimas would allow him to leave, but the man had so skillfully persuaded him. As a result, now it still remains here even without the clarity of their relationship.

A sound of footsteps came closer towards him. The girl turned her head, then got up when she saw Eli coming towards her.

"Mara. Auntie was looking for it here, "the middle-aged woman said as she approached.

"For no job, Bi. Eat daydream here," replied Amara half jokingly.

"Morning don't daydream. Pamali," Eli said, and only an awkward smile was given by Amara. "Mother is coming, Amara. He's looking for you."

"Huh?" Amara panicked. "Come here, Bi? How come you're not telling me?"

"Mother is that. Love to give a surprise, hehe," whispered Eli in a joking tone.

Amara forced a smile even though her heart was troubled. How'this? Her father-in-law who has now changed her attitude has arrived when her husband is not there. Ah, why did Amara feel such an unpleasant aura this time?

"Yuk there. I'm waiting for you" Eli asked. And the two of them walked into the house.

"How are you, Ma?" greet Amara after meeting the figure of the in-law. He greeted Amelia and kissed the back of her hands. The middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful and younger than her age was sitting on the sofa while playing her mobile phone.

"Good news" answered Amel briefly. He put his phone on the table before turning his attention to the son-in-law and then asked back. "You yourself how are you?"

"Thank God be good, Ma."

"Dimas how? Where is she again?" Although actually Eli had said the whereabouts of Dimas when he had just arrived, but Amelia wanted to hear it herself from the lips of her daughter-in-law.

"Today Mas Dimas started working again, Ma."

"Work work? How can?" Amelia pretended to be surprised to hear Amara's words. Now he put on an anxious face to perfect his charade. "Isn't he not healed yet, Amara? How sick will it hurt again!"

Amara doesn't know what to answer. Now he feels guilty for his father-in-law.

"Go get ready, Amara. Now we're going to Dimas' office to check on him."

"Good, Ma. Amara is ready."

"Is he ready?" Amel observed Amara's appearance from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. "With nurse's clothes like this?" Amel shook his head slowly and exhaled a rough breath. He then got up and approached his son-in-law who was standing on his left side.

"What a fact, Amara. You want to come to her husband's office, you know. I'm gonna wear a nurse's shirt."

"But Amara was Mas Dimas' nurse, Ma."

"There was no protest. Change clothes now," he said without listening to Amara's reasons.

Amara herself can only obey. He nodded and went to Dimas's room.

"Wait, Amara."

Amara who had turned around immediately stopped when Amel prevented her.

"Yes, Ma?"

Amel took some paper bags located on the sofa before then thrusting at his son-in-law.

"Wear one of these, yeah. Mama bought this for you." Unlike earlier, this time Amel's tone sounded soft to Amara. The woman with the black channel even showed her sweetest smile.

"It's really for all Amara, Ma?"

"Yes." Yeah." Amelia nodded steadily. He also looks so enthusiastic. "Before going to the airport Mama deliberately hunted this. Wear, yeah. Anda is beautiful."

Amara smiled happily, then nodded her head.

"Good, Ma."

***

Elsewhere, Dimas, who was feeling uninspired on his first day at work, was seen leaving his chair to a large glass window on one side of his study that presented a view of the outside from a height.

Previously, he first removed the semi-formal suit that was worn and put it on the backrest of his great work chair. Leaving a slim fit shirt in dark blue, he rolled his arm up to the bottom of the elbow, then put his hand on the pocket of black pants worn while staring outwards.

The restless face was ceaselessly grieving the self that had already made a mistake this morning, and it still disturbed his mind until now.

"Basic fool!" Unknowingly Dimas cursed. And the curse was clearly heard by another figure who was in one room with him.

"Lo said what, Dim? I'm stupid?" Baskoro asked making sure with the index finger pointing at himself.

Dimas who did not feel the curse on Baskoro turned to the man and was surprised to see the angry face of his assistant.

"What the hell? Not lo!" origin answers.

"Not me? You know what, Dim? I just kicked myself, really! Let's go to war, huh! Why stupid people. You forget who takes care of everything while you're sick? I, Dim! This pain, this heart." Baskoro held his chest and put on a lebay facial expression. While Dimas who saw that could only shake his head slowly while turning the lazy eyeball.

"Gue was just talking to me in my heart, Bas. I can't believe you can hear people's hearts."

"Heh, where there are people talking in the heart of the date out so!" Baskoro grumbled in disbelief as he got up from his seat. However, looking at the unaffected Dimas and remaining calm in his place made him frown before then throwing a question.

"Lo why the hell? Any issues?"

"Little." Dimas answered briefly.

"What the hell? Just the first day of work too, the face's been bent."

Dimas exhaled a long breath before starting his story. "Amara said to me this morning, Bas."

"Pamples?" Baskoro frowned. "Where are you married or where are you going?"

"Yes, let's get out of the house, Bas!" sahut Dimas explained.

"Owalaah. Lah keep?"

"I prevent it as much as I can."

"Hem." Baskoro mangosteen seemed to understand the feelings of Dimas. He then sat down and watched Dimas walking towards his desk.

"Lo know my bus was talking about Amara?" Dimas sat his body on the work chair and observed Baskoro's expression as if waiting for him to continue the story. "I told you to let him go if Amara brought my future candidate! You know, if Amara brings my real husband-to-be in front of me, what about, Bas?"

Instead of being concerned about seeing the sadness of friends, Baskoro was turned upside down by hearing Dimas' confession. It was clear that Dimas was irritated to get up from the chair to strangle his friend's neck.

"Diem is not lo!" pick it up while clutching Baskoro's collar.

However, Baskoro had not had time to defend, the attention of both of them immediately diverted to the door of the room that was suddenly opened from the outside.

At first Dimas wanted to be angry at his secretary for opening without being tapped first. However, after seeing who had come, he was immediately flabbergasted until he pegged in his place.

"Bas, can you pinch my arm?" Dimas muttered without looking at Baskoro's face, without even blinking from the object he was looking at. "Gue is no longer a dream, is it Bas?"