The Nurse's Choice of Man

Hot cold

Amara immediately broke away and stayed away from Dimas as soon as Amelia and Baskoro left the room. Is Dimas going to give up? Of course not. The man pulled back his body lightly to snuggle.

"Ngapain far away, anyway? Here dong, a bit of a decoction," he said without knowing the shame.

"Don't, Mas. Mama has come out," rejected Amara while trying to escape even if it's free. Because, now Dimas gripped tightly to his wrist.

"What if my mom came out? Then why if Mama's still inside?"

Like trying to distract Amara from her desire to stay away, Dimas deliberately asked questions that are not important. However, apparently it is powerful to make Amara's attention distracted and think for a moment.

Also true. Why is it, huh? inner Amara.

"Lo's sick, huh?"

"Hem?" Amara's eyebrows suddenly lifted hearing Dimas ask so. He looked at Dimas closely, opened his eyes before then shook his head slowly. "No, no."

"Masa? But his hands are cold."

Amara's face immediately blushed. He didn't think Dimas would ask. Basic man is insensitive. Wasn't he the cause until Amara shivered like this?

"Now, real cold." Dimas squeezed his hand gently, then pressed it against his own cheek and closed his eyes as if he was permeating the coldness of Amara's palm.

Immediately Amara's blood rippled. Dimas' treatment almost made him feel. He wanted to pull his hand and hide it behind his body so that it would not be touched. But what reality? He can't because he likes it. How try?

"It's approaching."

Amara was getting nervous when Dimas suddenly pulled her body closer. What'd you try for? The man hugged him.

Amara pleaded for release.

"Maaas jangaan ...." I don't know why he was whining like this? Although his body tried to resist, but in fact the heart broke. Totally disgraceful. In the end Amara resigned only when Dimas buried his head in the chest of the field.

"Why the hell? Since when did you become a gini dissident, heum?" Dimas finally secretly smiled with satisfaction when Amara gave up resigned despite her stiff and tense body language.

It'sit's okay. It's just the beginning. Later too long he will be more relaxed when both.

"Well, if it's delicious. My body is warm, while you are cold. Perfect blend, right?"

Quietly Amara smiled with the state of her face hidden in Dimas' chest. Why did he agree with Dimas?

"Have you taken your medicine, not yet?" Now Dimas is not awkward to show his attention. He asked that while tightening his arms and gently rubbing Amara's back.

Amara, who did not feel sick, raised her head to look at Dimas's face before giving a denial.

"I'm not sick, Mom. I'm doing fine. I don't need to take medication."

"But your body is hot cold" Dimas protested. "If it wasn't for the pain of continuing because of what tried?"

Unable to answer anything, Amara chose to immerse his head again. It was clear to hide his blushing face.

"Why not answer, anyway? Why try?"

"No pa-pa, my mom." Amara shakes. Where maybe he'll confess to the cold heat because of Dimas. Just be right.

"Times?"

Again Dimas urged him. What would you like to try? I don't know why he felt like Dimas was snaring him.

"Really!" Amara said firmly that Dimas believed. But it was not that easy to convince the man. The man raised his face and watched closely.

"But lo puket loh, Mar. You don't realize, huh?"

Apparently the action Dimas took was inappropriate. When the eyes look at each other with such a close distance, the pounding of his heart also works twice as much. Those eyes. That cheek. Even the lips of Amara ranum make wild wishful thinking melanglang buana. He wanted to feel back that chewy and sweet pink arch.

Similarly, Amara who just froze without being able to do anything. That passionate stern look was like locking onto his movements. Paralysing nerves. Dimas's face was so charming that he forgot everything.

And when the roar of the hunting breath, the desire to master and the sense of pleasure has become opium, without realizing Dimas pushing his face closer. Unfortunately, when a few inches of two lips almost touch, the door suddenly opens from the outside and damages everything.

Amara who was very surprised immediately broke away and stayed away from Dimas to sit at the end of the sofa.

Dimas was increasingly upset when he saw Baskoro stepping inside with a cry without feeling sinful. What human is not he? It could have been as relaxed as that after ruining her moment and making Amara feel an overwhelming shame.

"Hehehe, my HP is behind, Bro," said Baskoro as he grabbed his phone lying on the table.

Dimas growled and then cast a sharp look at his best friend.

"Fuck you, Bas." He curses with a gaze still following Baskoro's footsteps.

"What, Dim anyway? I really missed HP, you know! What if my girlfriend calls, try?"

"Gue know jomlo lo's disease, it's acute, Bas!" maki Dimas was upset.

Baskoro rushes out after teasing Dimas with a wink.

Dimas sighed softly. He was calm. Dimas was actually worried about Amara's condition which must be very embarrassed by this chaos. He was afraid that Amara would no longer be close to him.

"Mar, here dong." Dimas began to persuade after silence and noticed Amara for a while. But Amara just shook her head and bit her lower lip.

"romance." Although spoken slowly, but the pressure from Dimas's tone of call was successful to make Amara could not avoid. The girl exhaled before then inched closer by force.

"Here" said Dimas as Amara stopped a few feet away.

Amara pouted, then shook her head.

"Why not?" ask Dimas curiously. "Lo scared?"

Amara looked at Dimas for a while before then looking down again. Amara's expression looked like she was telling Dimas's guess.

"Here, Amara. Events like this will never happen again. I guarantee. This place is safe from anyone's reach. Baskoro is a fad. He's happy that I'm hard. Here dong," persuaded Dimas again.

"Shame, Mas. How Mas Baskoro is human."

Dimas smiled in response to Amara's words. The shyness of the girl really made her even more amazed.

"Lo can be embarrassed, Mar. Because it's part of faith. The glory of a woman lies not only in her appearance, the knowledge she possesses and the treasures she possesses. However, a woman would be noble and beautiful if in her heart embedded shame on the opposite sex. Or after committing sins. Women are like pearls and diamonds. The more hidden the beauty, the more valuable it will be. Expend yourself by upholding shame. Women do not need to humble dignity in the name of love that is not lawful. But of course you can differ which ones are halal and which ones are haram, right?"

Amara nodded. How could his heart not be touched if Dimas flattered him like this?

"But don't be naughty." Either Amara got the courage from where to give such a requirement. And that very understanding Dimas doesn't seem to mind.

"Yes, yes, I promise" he said, holding up two fingers. He smiled with satisfaction as Amara approached, although she did not close.

Surely Dimas did not want to repeat the same mistake as making Amara uncomfortable. He also tried to dilute the atmosphere by shifting the topic of conversation.

"Oh yeah, what is it?" the question was as he flicked his chin towards the box on the table. That box was Amara's luggage earlier.

"That's a gift from Mama, Mas. He said it was Mas Dimas's favorite" replied Amara. However, now his expression was not as stiff as before. Probably because they feel safe and not threatened.

"Gue wants dong." Why would Dimas bother saying that if he wanted the cake? He was brought specially for her. What else if not for wanting to be fed by Amara. And the nurse and the wife who was so attentive it immediately moved deftly open the box and then bribed him using a spoon.

"Emmm, that's delicious." Dimas chews and enjoys it with full enjoyment. Cakes with a soft and yummy texture are really delicious on the tongue. Especially the beloved.

"It's really delicious. Don't you want to try?"

Amara immediately shook her head. "No, I ate. Make it a Dimas, yeah."

Dimas shook his head while swallowing the food inside his mouth. "I can't do that, dong. It's not fair that the only one who eats is me."

He suddenly took over the spoon from Amara's hand. Then casually scooped the cake and thrust it in front of Amara's mouth.

"Aa'" he told Amara to open her mouth.

"No, Mom, thank you." Amara insisted on rejecting her with various considerations. He may act out of bounds by eating the same foods and cutlery. But the rejection was not easy, because Dimas again forced him.

"Don't argue."

Finally, he had to open his mouth and resigned to bribe Dimas.

Either Dimas is not an expert in feeding or he is less careful. Some of the food even hit the corner of his lips and cause stains there. Actually Amara was unaware of that, but Dimas was troubled.

"How about you eat, Mar anyway? That's apron time."

"Oh yeah?" Amara wanted to touch her lips, but Dimas moved quickly preventing her.

"Don't. Dirty."

Amara was about to grab a tissue, but again Dimas prevented it.

"Let me help."

Can Amara refuse it? No. gabe. There was no other choice for him but to obey, until he finally put his lips on Dimas.

Amara was unable to look at Dimas' face at such a close distance. He could only close his eyes while praying that his heart would still be in place.

Honestly, Amara did not think badly of Dimas at first. He believed Dimas would wipe his lips using a tissue that the man had reached before he closed his eyes. But no one's heart knows, right. Same with Dimas's intentions.

Justright. Amara's body stiffened when she felt a soft touch on her lips. He knew very well it was not a swab from a tissue. Moreover, a gust of warm air hit his face.

It's not wrong, Amara knows what this is.