The Nurse's Choice of Man

High heels versus pantofel

Dimas' angry expression immediately turned bright when he saw the figure of the mother coming to his workplace. However, something made him happier today. It was the figure standing behind his mother, Amara.

The choice is to wear a long coat of pastel colors to cover the outfit of matching colors is really appropriate. Dimas is increasingly amazed by the beauty and elegant Amara dress style. The girl looks classy.

Who else would have given this kind of gift to his wife if not the Mama? Therefore he ceaselessly flattered his mother's understanding of the choice of the woman he loved.

Dimas did not refuse if the Amara style of dress was very polite and fashionable before. She adjusted to her budget as a nurse. However, the girl's charm was a little covered because Amara was wearing more of her official dress that's it.

Regardless of it all, whatever Amara looks is not a problem for Dimas. After all, he had loved Amara for a long time, only Dimas was late to realize it. It is not to deny the feelings given by God. He only tried to remain faithful because at that time he was still in love with Naura. And now Dimas considers it all as a learning process so that in the future he can better appreciate the gift of the Power.

After Dimas finished greeting Amelia and thanking her for the surprise, his attention turned to Amara who was still standing there.

I don't know what the girl was thinking. Amara only looked at him as Dimas walked over. His face also looked pale.

Ah, Amara's nervous? Dimas.

Dazed to welcome his wife in what way, Dimas could only smile when he stood face to face. Maybe he did not realize if it turns out his smile was able to knock Amara's heart out instantly.

He deliberately looked at his wife with his head tilted while facing his chest, as if he was judging her appearance to attract the attention of Amara for the girl to talk. However, even Amara is getting wrong.

"Hi."

That was the first word that came from the lips of Dimas Sanjaya. Very short even with a cheerful tone. It is very unethical if he who is cold suddenly so bucin just because the woman changed the appearance. What will Amara respond to later, try? It could be that the girl judged him to be in love just because of the appearance. Dimas doesn't like it very much. He didn't want Amara to misunderstand.

The only way for Amara to remain as usual is his natural attitude when speaking and acting. At least it can make Amara more relaxed because he can catch the tension on his wife's current expression even though he can not be sure what the cause is. Either because there is a mother or because this place still feels foreign to Amara.

"Tumben and kayak gini? Where's your nurse's shirt, huh?"

Amara raised her eyebrows as Dimas chuckled after asking. Substantial. He felt tense and the man laughed. What's so funny? He even had time to think Dimas would be fascinated, but in fact? There was nothing he could do but to cut him down, pretending to be annoyed that Dimas was laughing at him.

There was not much Amara could do but be silent and obediently follow Dimas' steps with a pair of eyes looking at the two hands that were joined together. Apparently behind the happiness tucked also a sense of regret in the mind of Amara.

How not? It was because of this hand that Dimas knew his snow-cold palms. It was apparent when Dimas hinted Amara to sit on the sofa side by side with him.

Instead of unraveling the coupling, Dimas actually tightened while rubbing the back of Amara's hand using the other hand as if he was channeling warmth. The man also looked at her with an attentive smile.

My God, instead of feeling calm, Amara was getting tense.

"Have you had lunch?" Suddenly Amelia asked and distracted the two of them.

"Not yet, Aunt." Baskoro answered Amelia's question.

"What are you going to eat today? Let Mama find it. Bus, you accompany Auntie to eat outside, yes," Amelia asked Baskoro who was standing on her left side. The man had deliberately allowed Amelia to occupy his work chair.

"Ngapain should bother, Auntie? Secretary Dimas every day prepares food for us to this room, really. Just tell me what menu he wants, then he moves prepare everything. Just relax." Baskoro, who knew nothing, chatted with confidence. He did not notice the gesture Amelia was looking at.

"But Aunt just came, Bas. Aunty wants to prepare a good one for Dimas. No pa-pa, right?" Amel spoke with great emphasis on his last sentence.

While Baskoro who initially seemed ordinary suddenly grimaced because of holding the pain down there. What else if it wasn't for the expensive high heels that wrapped Amelia's legs.

Amelia accidentally stepped on Baskoro's foot because she felt anxious. Apparently the young man was completely insensitive.

"No pa-pa dong, Auntie .. no pa-pa. Dimas must love this." Finally Baskoro said so after understanding the meaning of Amelia's gestureful gaze. Now he can also breathe a sigh of relief because the high heels that hit his expensive pantofel shoes were moved. He also took the initiative to invite Amelia to leave immediately.

"Yuk, Aunt. I showed you the restaurant that serves the most delicious food Dimas likes."