The Nurse's Choice of Man

Thank you, Ma

Amara opened one by one the paper bag that Amelia gave after arriving in the room. There are several clothing stels, makeup supplies and complete accessories from famous brands.

Instantly he felt incredible training. Turns out Amelia wasn't as bad as she thought. The woman gave her best. And what has he done? He can't even be counted on as the one who gets the mandate.

Suddenly his eyes warmed up. He almost shed tears. The shame and shame mixed into one.

Unusual constantly self-harm. Amelia was waiting for him at the moment, and Amara had to hurry to prepare herself. He appreciated the woman so much that he did not want to disappoint her again.

After looking through the clothes given by Amelia, Amara finally dropped a choice.

It didn't take long for her to exchange clothes and make up. He didn't want to make his in-laws wait any longer. After he finished he rushed down, then found Amelia who was still in her place.

"You're done?" Amel realizes Amara's arrival and looks at her in disbelief.

Amara smiled and nodded her head. "Udah Ma."

"A very nice prick."

Whether it's a compliment or a protest. Amelia sipped her tea, put the cup back and got up and approached Amara.

"You're so beautiful, Amara." Amelia praised and observed Amara's appearance full of admiration. She smiled very sweetly, her hands then moved to tidy up the position of the hijab and the long coat collar worn by her son-in-law.

"That's thanks to the stuff you gave me, Ma."

"Ah, you're always low." Amel said quickly while patting Amara's shoulder gently. "Look at you. You're really pretty, Amara. Wear anything is suitable. You know, Mama also likes to gemes if you see funny things. I want Mama wholesale, haha."

Amara simply smiled in response to her in-laws enthusiastic attitude.

"Mama really want to take you for a walk while shopping, Amara. No pa-pa right, if we hang out together?"

Amara nodded. "Yes, Ma. No pa-pa."

"good. Not having a daughter really makes Mama lonely, Amara. My mom often shop alone. Nyalon is alone too." Amel momentarily stopped his speech and sighed softly.

"Dimas likes to not want Mama to take mall. Especially papa. Sometimes you like to be jealous of friends who have girls. They can exchange ideas about fashion and also delicious cuisine with their girls. While Mama? All there is every day is the same word Dimas. She's not so sensitive to Mama."

"Maybe it's because the Mas Dimas is busy, Ma."

"It can be." Amelia smiled in approval to Amara's words, then she laughed at her childish attitude. "Ah, after all Mama is also strange. Time yes shopping doang ask interracial Dimas. Yeah, obviously, it's him." Amelia chuckled before adding again.

"Dimas is the real kind of workaholic guy. He's better off working than running around unclear. But trust me, he's very loyal, Amara. He wouldn't have possibly betrayed the person he loved."

I don't know what Amel's words meant, but according to Amara they don't fit with him.

Awake, Ma. It's not Amara the woman that Mama's son wants.

Amara simply smiled without being able to say anything. In his heart he felt sorry if Amel continued to put hope in his relationship with Dimas. He was afraid that the woman would again feel disappointed if she knew the truth.

"Lift yuk. I can't wait to see how Dimas reacts."

***

After a journey of about an hour, the car carrying Amara and Amelia entered the courtyard of a tall building and stopped in front of the lobby.

Amel rushed down and hinted Amara to come down immediately. He noticed the attitude of his daughter-in-law who had been quiet as if something was being thought of.

"Are you all right?" Amel asked to confirm the state of his son-in-law. He held onto Amara's shoulder and looked at the girl full of anxiety.

"It's good romance, Ma."

Amara smiled gently in response to her in-laws excessive worry. "I don't get sick, Mom. Just, a little tense."

It was only natural that Amara felt tense. He was treated badly the last time he came here. Is it wrong if he thinks Dimas will be so again with his arrival this time?

"Why should I be tense? Relax with Amara. Dimas would love to see us coming. Trust me, Mama."

What else can Amara do besides smile? Obey her in-laws and try to believe what the woman is saying. Wouldn't Amelia's existence there benefit her greatly? Dimas wouldn't have made a mess. So what else should he be afraid of?

The two women finally got out of the elevator leading them to the tenth floor, the floor right where Dimas was.

A beautiful girl in formal attire and a knee-length span skirt came over and greeted them kindly.

"Welcome, Madam. Hi, Amara."

During this time the girl named Faby only knew Amara was the nurse Dimas, his superior. Same with other employees. During this time only the figure of Naura they know as the lover of Dimas. Naura's beautiful face was indeed very familiar in that office. What else if not for Naura a celebrity and often came to Dimas there.

"The Dimas exist?" Amel who immediately raised a question when Faby's eyes were busy observing the appearance of his son-in-law like awe. The girl turned her eyes towards him and replied politely.

"Some, Madam. He was with Mr. Baskoro in his room. Let me take you."

The closer to the room Dimas, Amara's heart was pounding. His body was also cold hot. However, in front of his in-laws he tried to behave as calmly as possible.

Faby opened the door without knocking first. The girl smiled, then allowed her and Amelia to enter.

"Thank you." Amel took a position at the front, leading him inside.

Oh God. Amara felt her legs become heavy. Especially when his eyes caught a familiar figure inside, the girl seemed powerless to stop and nailed her body in place.

"Mama?" Dimas could not cover his surprise. For a moment the man was flabbergasted. However, before long he was able to control himself and release his grip on the collar of Baskoro to then approach his mother.

"Why are you guys, heum?"

Dimas did not respond to the jokes of his mother when commenting on the scene that had just caught the eye. He prefers to grab the hand of the mother to then kiss the back of her hand.

"Don't you say you want to go back?" dimas asked still with an expression of disbelief.

"Do you have to say if you want to go home? Don't you?"

Dimas smiled, then hugged his mother. Then he whispered. "Thank you for the surprise, Ma. Dimas likes it."

Amel unraveled their embrace and smilingly looked at his son. He knew Dimas's thanks referred in which direction. Of course because of the girl he brought.

"Sama-sama," replied Amel as he rubbed his son's cheek. The woman then turned her attention to Baskoro who was standing while tidying up her clothes. "Hi, Bas, how are you?"

"Good, Aunt. Auntie, how are you?"

"Nice as well."

Both were involved in conversation.

So, how are you doing with Amara?

Yes, the girl is still in her place. He's still quiet. Not moving a bit. But his smile expands and happy to see the closeness of Dimas with his mother. So, how's his heart when it's his turn to be the center of attention Dimas?

The brown iris looked at him firmly. Paying attention to his appearance from the tip of the foot to the head and then sharing a smile that can not be interpreted.

He was getting more nervous as the sturdy man walked leisurely to get closer. Dimas wore a slim fit shirt in dark blue and rolled his arms up to the bottom of his elbows. Shows the shape of the stomach and chest are lean and muscular. And when the man stopped in front of him with a smile, crossed his chest and tilted his head, he could only swallow his saliva.