The Nurse's Choice of Man

Help me

"Aaaaa .. unfortunately ...!" Amara immediately groaned annoyed after disconnecting her phone. I don't know why he felt ashamed, but around him there were no people.

It turns out that the existence of Dimas really had a big influence on his life. The man made his life more colorful, so that no other man more interesting than Dimas Sanjaya. The figure of Juan who once was very much he craved now feels ordinary. This is not a thing of the looks. It's about comfort. Dimas really makes it comfortable and feel valuable.

Finally Amara realized that the words of her friends had a point. Falling in love can make a lover look crazy. Smile themselves. Shame himself. He was secretly planning for the future. How would his life be if he was a match with Dimas Sanjaya.

Ah, of course it's just wishful thinking. And his heart again cursed itself for thinking presumptuously.

Mr. Mamad was here when the clock was five o'clock. The man waited in the lobby and smiled welcoming his arrival.

"Thank you for picking it up, sir. Sorry to be a hassle. I should have just gone home by taxi online." Amara felt bad for Dimas' driver when Mamad opened the car door for her.

"Why should you feel bad, Amara. This is my job as a driver. Moreover, Amara is his wife Mas Dimas," said Mamad calming.

"What wife, Mr. Mamad. You know how our marriage is."

Mamad smiled politely before speaking. "Maybe when you were married at that time there was no love. But who can avoid it if God has already betrothed?"

Amara scrunched her forehead to hear Mamad's words. He looked at the driver with an expression of incomprehension.

"Father wishes you a match forever, Amara," Mamad continued expectantly. "Mas Dimas' life was much better after you."

Amara really did not expect Mamad to talk like that. Makes her very happy at the same time. Although only a driver, but Dimas already consider the man like family. And he was sure that Mamad's expression was truly sincere from his heart.

So what should Amara say?

"I don't know what to say, sir. I can only resign myself to my role in a scenario God has arranged."

Very wise answer according to Mamad. He could judge that the girl sitting next to him was not at all hypocritical, nor seemed to be dismissive. He could see there was love in Amara's eyes. However, the girl preferred to leave everything to the creator.

"Bod wants only the best for you." Mamad smiled sincerely before driving the car away from the hospital.

That night Amara decided to go to bed faster than usual. What more reason if not for the absence of the big baby. He told the in-laws to enter the room after dinner. Of course not immediately break down and then pat. He first purifies himself before fulfilling his duty of worship.

Going through the night without Dimas for the first time seems strange to Amara. He felt something was lacking, no matter what. Silent and lonely. Why does he suddenly not like silence? He preferred to listen to Dimas's babble even though the man was rude.

Why yes? Is it because he's used to it that when the man isn't around he's not so unusual?

Laying down her body in a slanted position, Amara's hands fumbled over the empty spot on her side that Dimas used to occupy while sleeping together.

I don't know why there's anything strange about his feelings. He always wanted to meet Dimas Sanjaya. Always want to see his smile. Want to always be in the arms ....

Oh naw. Don'tdon't. Don't think of the impossible.

Amara hit him on the head as the wild thoughts reached her mind. But that taste is so hot. Dimas' charm has successfully destroyed his defenses. Could he miss?

Until the clock shows the number one, Amara has not been able to fall asleep. He got up from the bed and went to the wardrobe that was in another room in the room.

The girl remembered the gift of the in-law. A nightgown of silk cloth.

"I'm wearing it, Amara. Mama has trouble buying this for you. This is a nightgown of silk. The soft material can help you sleep more soundly and quality, so that when you wake up it feels fresher." So Amelia said at the time.

I don't know why Amara wanted to prove it to herself. Until without a second thought, he also changed the nightgown he had worn with a gift from his in-laws.

The bedding consists of two sheets. The inside is sleeveless, while the lacy long kimono is used for the outer layer.

It turned out to be really comfortable. Amara smiled as she rubbed the surface of the cloth. She brushed her hair before going to bed to actually sleep there. However, he previously grabbed a small photo frame attached to Dimas's photo there.

What'd he take it for?

***

Unexpectedly, it seems that Dimas' work was completed earlier than he had expected. So he and Baskoro agreed to go home when the day was past midnight.

Security guarding his house helped Dimas open the gate. Next the man entered the house which was already in complete darkness. There was no other purpose in his mind other than a room called room with the aim to rest the body.

At that time he realized if he had not told Amara if he came home tonight. Hopefully the girl does not lock her room until she does not need to sleep in another room.

When turning the doorknob, Dimas could breathe a sigh of relief because Amara did not lock it.

Dimas opened the door very slowly and without a sound. Of course, the aim is not to disturb Amara from his sleep. The girl must be tired after a long day of work.

Dimas through the thick of the room walked towards the table to charge his phone that ran out of power. He glanced at the bed, where Amara covered her entire body with a thick blanket. The girl seems to have deliberately turned off her sleeping lights and just turned on Dimas's sleeping lights. Amara likes dark turns.

Although Dimas actually felt very longing, but he did not intend to touch Amara with such circumstances. Without bathing and wearing the clothes he had been wearing since morning. Although it can not be denied if his body is always fragrant, but there is no harm also if he gives the best for his wife. After all, with a bath his body will also feel fresher after a day of activity. Sleep is more comfortable.

Dimas walked leisurely without making a sound after coming out of the walk in closed while dressed. He went straight up to the bed, pulled out the blanket and then went in. At that time he did not realize if there was a surprise waiting for him. Until when Dimas was about to dock with Amara, his heart suddenly beat fast to see the long black mane was no longer covered by his hijab.

***

Amara felt an object touch her arm. His movements were so soft, that it made him goosebumps due to his inclinations. He also felt a springy object perch on his lips, then move to spread on the forehead and explore the cheeks. It's very disturbed. Until even though drowsiness still dominates, he tries to open his eyes that feel heavy just to be sure.

A handsome face greeted him with a sweet smile as the eyelids opened. The distance is so close. The face shone like a full moon, her wet hair glistening beautifully in the glare of the radiating lights.

Amara involuntarily smiled as she shook her head. He did not believe, afraid of being insane because the contents of his head were only filled with Dimas figures. Even now, whether this was a dream or just his delusion. Dimas is really everywhere. Until he closed his eyes again, hoping that when the shadow opened Dimas had gone from there.

"Hi."

Amara blinked as she opened her eyes again. Why is that voice so real? Wasn't Dimas outside the city, who was bowing in front of him?

"Mas Dimas?" Amara called out the man's name with a typical raucous voice of waking up, and looked at him like disbelief. Just to make sure.

"Yes. I'm home."

"Huh?" Amara squealing. The slender back suddenly bounces awake because it is so surprised. "Don't tell me you want to go home anyway, Mom?"

"Not really, Mar. Immediate return."

Amara lowered her head and exhaled slowly. Trying to collect lives that a moment ago scattered out of nowhere. He felt his head dizzy, but when he was about to massage his forehead, apparently an object was still in his grasp.

Amara saw it and was immediately flabbergasted.

Athaghfirullah!

Amara panicked. That's when he remembered, before going to bed had time to take a photo of Dimas for him to hug as a bedtime.

Don't-don't you?

Amara immediately looked at Dimas who was apparently smiling for no reason. Rouse suspiction. Moreover, the man's gaze was directed at his hand that was holding the frame.

Oh no!

Immediately Amara felt her face turn white. His heart stopped beating. Makes him want to faint right then and there.

The photo? The hairs? The lingerie?

Anyone, help me!