The Nurse's Choice of Man

What else do you want?

"With Mr Dimas Sanjaya?" The rebuke of a Nakes from the administration seemed to be a helper Dimas at the right time. His and Amara's attention turned to the woman simultaneously.

"Yes, Sus," Dimas replied with a friendly smile and a nod of the head.

"The room you booked in the Suite VIP room class is ready for use in the next week. So does the primary nurse you want."

Amara immediately glared and looked at Dimas with a gaze demanding an explanation. However, instead of giving an explanation, Dimas actually ignored Amara's gaze and chose to respond to employees of the administration.

"Thank you for the quick response, Sister. I'm very satisfied."

"good. Then excuse me, sir. Amara." The woman said goodbye, smiling at Dimas and Amara alternately.

"What the fuck is this, Mom?" Amara asked curiously after the woman's death from there. He did not hear the woman speak. However, he needed to hear his own explanation from Dimas Sanjaya's lips.

"Lo was horrified by himself, right? So what do I need to explain again?"

Amara's face still looks tense full of questions, but it makes Dimas throw a question pitched suspicious.

"Why? Don't you like me to stay here for the next week?"

"Not." Amara shook her head without changing the face water on her face. There were many thoughts raging in his head. However, the motive of the man is a big question.

"Then?" Dimas asked as he folded his hands in front of his chest.

"You're not sick, Mom, why waste so much money on something that doesn't matter?"

Naturally Amara asked that. As an employee at the hospital, he certainly knows how much the number one room rental in that place.

"And for the primary method nurses ... Who do you want to hire, Mas?"

Is it wrong for Amara to be suspicious of her husband? He had seen the closeness of Dimas with Kalina and her friends. Somehow he thought Dimas wanted one of them. As revenge, maybe. It could be, right?

Not without reason Amara thought so. He saw for himself how Dimas was angry when he touched his patient. It was not impossible that Dimas would do the same to her later.

"Basic kepo."

As usual, Dimas would answer the origin and then leave. While Amara? Can only resist being annoyed and staring at that wide back from behind.

The irritated Amara was a little hopeful when Dimas suddenly stopped his steps and looked back, looking at him. However, apparently the words that later slid from the lips of the resolute-eyed man made him restless and worried.

"There! Take care of a patient named Aldo if you want me to really mess with him and this hospital!"

"Mas wait!" Amara ran after the passing Dimas. "Mas, listen to my explanation." He pleaded with Dimas as he continued to follow the man. However, suddenly the phone in his pocket rang and he was forced to stop his steps to receive the call.

Really inappropriately. Kalina called him in these moments. While looking at Dimas had already walked away towards the direction Amara believed was the VIP suite room he rented.

For now there is no other option for Amara than to approach Kalina in the nurse's room. The woman couldn't have contacted him if there wasn't an important problem.

Arriving at the nurse's room, Amara finds Kalina and some of her nurse friends sitting there with unfriendly faces.

"Yes, Mother. What's calling me?"

"You've got a new assignment, Mar." Kalina answered Amara's question without further ado. "You know that handsome guy who came here?"

Amara nodded.

"His name is Dimas Sanjaya. She wants you to be her nurse for the next week."

"My cock, Ma'am?" Amara felt the need to ask Kalina that. Besides because he did not expect, the attitude of directly assuring the task quickly seemed to invite the suspicion of his friends later.

"Well, how do I know. He asked her to." Kalina answered with a sniffle. "Sana. Come to her room. Strange part, yes. People are obviously not sick to be treated. Could he be mentally ill? Fortunately, it was a handsome man."

Unknowingly Amara clenched her hands as Kalina grumbled half a mutter. The woman clearly lashed out at her husband. It was just obvious he was not willing. But what can he do?

Being busy thinking about it all of a sudden Kalina reprimanded him for a reminder.

"Mar, why are you still dumb in there?"

"Yes, Mother. I'm going to the VIP suite right now."

Amara knocked on the door after steadying her heart to meet Dimas in there. No word was heard, but he opened the door and entered it.

On the bed, he saw Dimas sitting relaxed with his legs straightened. His back rested on the bed rest that Dimas seemed to be set in a slightly upright position.

As usual, the man wore a cold expression whenever he felt annoyed. The man did not even welcome his arrival and chose to play with his cellphone.

"Mas." Amara rebuked the man in a soft voice. "Mas Dimas meant to say, what is all that? Wasn't Mas Dimas traumatized in the hospital? So why bother renting a room for the next week? Why not just stay at a hotel that is clearly more comfortable?"

Dimas did not heed Amara's words. The man acted as if his wife was not there.

"Yahoo!" Amara exclaimed half a whine while putting on a restless face. "Why am I being treated like this anyway? What's my fault? Mas Dimas is still upset because of this incident?"

Not also ignored by Dimas, Amara groaned and approached Dimas and shook his left arm.

"Yahas! Answer dong. I am not a statue! Why are you gini, anyway? Okay, okay, I'm wrong and I'm sorry. But you do not mute gini and make me confused dong, Mas! At least say that. I don't want to be angry, I don't accept it. But don't cuddle me!"

In his heart Dimas wanted to look up at Amara's restlessness. He was completely satisfied because he managed to make the girl beg and apologize regardless of whose fault lies in whom. And it seemed that the girl was not messing with his words. Amara was still looking at him with a long face.

Dimas suddenly removed Amara's handrails and moved from his bed to stand up. Without a word he opened the jacket on the white shirt attached to the body. He could only smile when he saw Amara's shock until the girl closed her eyes using her palm.

"What do you want, Mas Dimas?" the girl grumbled as she turned around without even opening her eyes.

"What the hell? That mind can be conditioned, right? Don't you grumble, napa? My man just wants to change this shirt with the typical clothes of this hospital patient, really."

Amara immediately cursed her own stupidity. He could have been wild-minded just because Dimas took off his clothes. But that guy too! I change clothes in front of a woman like that! Isn't she ashamed?

Amara just opened her eyes after believing that the Dimas dressing session was over. He could hear the man burrowing his body into the bed. He turned around with shame.

"Lock the door" said Dimas, raising his chin toward the door.

"meaning?" Amara asked a question. It's not that he didn't hear. However, he half could not believe what he had just heard. Isn't this in the hospital room? Could it be that Dimas would do the same as when they were at home? In their room?

No need to bother making a sound, Dimas only needs to round his eyeballs full of intimidation then Amara will be obedient to him. The girl actually locked the door even with a forced face.

Not immediately back to her husband, Amara just stood glued in place with her heart pounding.

"Ngapain is still there? Get it here."

Amara is like a buffalo that was plucked in his nose by the master. He was completely obedient to the wishes of Dimas Sanjaya. He himself did not even understand his obedience was based on fear or even respect.

Dimas stretched out his arms to greet Amara in order to ease the tension of the girl. Really, he had absolutely no intention of scaring. He was just a normal man who was hungry for affection. Is it wrong if he does everything he can just to be close to his beloved wife?

Dimas smiled happily as Amara welcomed his helping hand. He lightly pulled the girl closer.

"Open your hijab" she told the girl again with a hoarse tone and a misty look.

"But, Mom, it's in the hospital." Amara couldn't cover up her anxiety. Many times he was seen staring at the door, despite having just been locked.

"Who said this in the house?"

Amara just shook her head while biting her lower lip. Unfortunately, he did not know if it made Dimas wild wishan more wandering. Because of him, Dimas so look at those ripe lips and hope to feel it right now.

"Gue does not need rejection," said Dimas who succeeded in making Amara so daunted.

The girl inevitably ended up removing the hijab even with slow movements. Many thoughts raged in his head. He feels this place is not suitable to be a place alone even if only briefly. Or maybe Dimas would lock him up all night?

Dimas could be heard sighing at his wife's slow movements. She who was impatient in the end helped the girl remove her headscarf even in a half-forced way.

And finally, something that he wanted to see tonight was clearly plastered in plain sight. It was his wife's black hair with a length reaching the waist. Dimas even helped to untie Amara's hair so that his wife's crown was freely broken.

Now Amara can only resign after being defeated by the power of Dimas. He knew the man was looking at him with both hands squeezing his fingers. With such a tight body position, how is his heart not pounding? However, he tried to stay calm so that his body would not be unsteady because his legs were shaking. She who initially just looked down, finally ventured to lift her eyes to be able to look at her husband.

"Now what else? What else do I have to do to not get angry?"

Dimas laughed at Amara's question. The girl's face looked pale and resigned. When he asked, his tone sounded weak.

"Lo sure I want to do whatever I want?" dimas asked with an unusual expression, which made Amara very sorry to have asked him.