The Nurse's Choice of Man

Struggle for a special person

"Has your heart been pounding a lot lately? Smiling all by yourself for no reason?"

"Suddenly lost concentration? Or even the mood is so volatile?"

"Beware sodara-sodara! That's not a sign you're having a mental breakdown!"

"This is no ordinary symptom! These are symptoms of falling in love! This symptom is even more severe than the symptoms of mental disorders, because because because of love, people can go crazy!"

"Beware! Beware!"

The several nurse-dressed girls laughed together after putting each other to pieces. What else if not for tempting Amara, the girl who lately always daydream a lot if she is alone.

"You guys are on a demo, huh? Kok wear decorated everything" said Amara who just entered the nurse's room at the hospital with a flat tone. He also stared one by one at his friends with a curious expression. "Why is the demon about crazy people, anyway? Why not the problem of cooking oil that had skyrocketed the market price?"

"Ck ck." One of his friends clucked while shaking his head before then getting close to him.

"Uluh-ten ... who pretended not to feel," seduced the nurse named Hana while nudging Amara's arm.

"What the hell, Han." Amara still doesn't understand.

"Ish, this is a child." Hana's teeth gritted in anxiety. "I'm a bitch of your forehead too."

"Why do you even want a bitch?" sahut Amara with a wry smile. "I don't really understand, though. What the hell is going on?"

"Cie Cie, who is in love again," Diana teased.

"Udah ah, I'd like to send a report to Doctor Khanza first."

"Where are you going!" exclaimed nurse named Maya also when Amara decided to move on. "Don't run away first. We're not done, times."

"There's a file I need to hand over." Amara looked back before actually leaving.

"Well, to be interrogated and run away again."

"Yes. Why has Amara been so secretive about her personal life lately?"

"Ho'oh's. Not like the first time."

"Well, she's got a boyfriend, hasn't she?"

"If I think so. Like a tajir guy. I once told him he got off a fancy car right after work. I think it's being ushered in."

"Seriously you?"

"I'm serious."

That was about the debate that took place among the young women after Amara left. They were wondering about Amara's life that seemed covered up.

Meanwhile, in other places, Amara seemed to breathe a sigh of relief because he managed to escape from friends who began to tepo about his personal life.

As a human being with the gift of intelligent thinking, of course, he knows where their conversation is going.

It turned out that the aura of a person could be clearly seen by the people around. He who does not even feel if often smile alone. Although it does not refuse if his heart often thumped every time he remembered the name and figure of the man. Dima Sanjaya.

It's not that he doesn't want to be frank, it's just that he's not ready to be the moons. Obviously he did not want to acknowledge this gray status of marriage. What if they don't believe it and think it's just a hallucination? It would be so embarrassing.

Amara, who was walking in the hallway, reached into a cell phone in her pocket when the flat object suddenly rang. He picked it up and then saw who the caller was.

"Mas Dimas?" He nodded in wonder. New to the scene, he appeared in a phone call. Is this a sign of someone who is a match? I don't know.

"Assalamualaikum, my dear."

"Mar, Mar."

"What's up, Mom?"

"Gini, Mar, I just want to tell you that today you can't pick up right back from work. I'm on a project out of town again, and I don't think I can go home tonight." Dimas's tone sounded like usual. "No pa-pa, right?" Now Dimas' voice is sounding sure.

"It's not pa-pa, it's Mas. I can take a taxi online." Amara replied with a laugh to make sure she was okay.

"Don't take a taxi. I'll tell Mr. Mamad to pick him up, lo."

"Not bother, Mom. I can–"

"Gue isn't a fuss, Mar. Anyway, pick up Mr. Mamad," cut Dimas.

"Yes, my mom. Thanks yeah. You're careful there too."

"Together" replied Dimas. "Lo also be careful at home. Don't sleep on the couch without me. Get caught by Mama, again." Dimas.

"Yes, yes, Mas. I'll sleep in your big bed alone, hehe."

"Hmmm. Seneng lo yes there is no me. Can be free without swerving a big baby again."

Amara glared at Dimas' words which were like insinuating him.

"Mas Dimas, what's that?"

"Why? Shocked huh?"

Amara bit her lower lip. How does he know?

"Gue knows times. You're the same Bi Eli and Euis love it when I'm a big baby, right?"

Dead me, inner Amara while covering her face.

"Why silence? You must be grinning again, right? I'm sure your face must be paled by now."

Is correct. Amara could feel her face paling. And his head suddenly dizzy. Why is that guy's guess always on target? Amara could hear Dimas chuckling there. The man could have laughed at himself after catching his wife's behavior behind him.

"Maaas, why the hell do you like my mojokin?" whine Amara with a spoiled tone. He even dared to hide.

"The corner was a good time, Mar. Especially just the two."

"Maaa! I'll hang up if no one's talking anymore, yeah."

"Yes habits. People haven't finished talking hang up."

"Wild."

"I love you." Unfortunately the expression of love Dimas did not reach Amara's ears because the connection has been severed. Dimas looked at his phone and laughed in thought.

"Basic. Amara, Amelie. I won't let go of you at any time."

Amara. To me you are perfect. Even special. I know, the special ones can't be obtained easily. That's why I need a fight. Yes, I will fight for your love.