The Nurse's Choice of Man

One request

The voice of the dawn had reverberated as Amara opened her eyes. He looked around, where shades of white dominated the room. He realized he was still lying in a hospital bed.

When he wanted to move, he felt difficulty because his body was like shackled. A sturdy hand apparently coiled tightly around her, as if the owner of the hand did not want to let go a little.

His head slowly lowered, in order to observe his still lying appearance. Apparently his clothes are still intact. And his position was also still exactly the same as the first time he closed his eyes.

Now Amara can breathe a sigh of relief. His fear last night didn't seem to mean anything. This guy named Dimas was just teasing him. Although he admitted that the man who hugged him now has a forced nature, but he still has a conscience by not acting far beyond his limits. It's just that his body feels sore by the confines of Dimas' body that limits his space of movement. Also the size of the bed that feels narrow if used for two people.

After a moment of silence to collect lives, Amara intends to rise to get out of there. Before the other nurses know and see everything. Before the janitor or food deliveryman came to catch them.

Amara moved Dimas' hands very carefully so as not to disturb the man's comfortable sleep. Similarly, the leg of Dimas who overlapped the body part of his right side. The man only moaned as Amara moved his legs, then he immediately moved away before the man's hands came back in a circle and held his movements back.

Unfortunately, when Amara lifted her head and intended to get up, she felt stifled as if her hair was pulled firmly from behind. Automatically the slightly raised head of Amara hit the arm back Dimas until the man was surprised and opened his eyes.

Dimas who was still very sleepy was trying to pay attention to Amara with a confused expression. Then when he saw the girl turned to him while grinning to show a row of white teeth, he frowned while asking in a soft tone.

"Why?"

"My hair ...." Amara said as she glanced at her hair that was overstressed by Dimas's arm. The man followed his line of sight and was spontaneously surprised upon realizing.

"Oh sorry," he said as he regretted while moving to secure his wife's hair.

Now Amara gave a rough sigh with a face of despair. His attempt to escape that was done with great difficulty actually failed and the result was zero. Because now the man is back to hold it very tightly.

"Sleep again yuk. I'm still sleepy."

"It's morning, Mas .. I want to wake up," he whined as he put his lips together.

"It's still dark, Amara. What's the rush to get up?" bargain Dimas without opening your eyes, also not a bit to relax the deck. Even though he himself had not seen the outside scene, then how could it be so quick to draw conclusions?

"I have to clean myself up and pray, Mas. I also have to finish the report and submit it to the head of the nursing team. I have to gather there before the shift change today," Amara explained still with her upset face.

"Maaas wake up ...!" Amara growled to shake Dimas' body. Making the man flinch then opened his eyes and looked at him in annoyance.

"Why the hell is Mar? I'm still sleepy." Dimas again closed his eyes and buried his head on the pillow, but Amara hurriedly patted his cheek slowly.

"awake. It's morning."

Dimas wriggled and changed his position to supine. Not to forget also pulled his wife's body and pulled into the arms. He grabbed the phone lying on the nightstand and unlocked the screen which turned out to be a photo of Amara.

Amara herself even glared because she did not expect. He then turned to Dimas to see the man's expression, but in fact Dimas looks ordinary. It does not appear to be showing off the phone screen. The man is now even busy replying to important messages that came in from last night until this morning.

Since when did he put a photo of Amara on his personal phone?

Amara was still silent in her place. He stared at Dimas's phone screen. Sometimes he glanced at the door with a restless expression.

While Dimas, the man's right hand was still busy with his dress, while the left hand was busy clutching his wife's shoulder. Occasionally he glanced downwards, where his wife looked agitated. Then he would quietly smile and kiss the top of Amara's head with a lot of affection.

"Maaa ...!" Amara could not hold back anymore. He looked at Dimas with a wailing face while squeezing the man's shirt on his chest.

"What?" Dimas distracts him from his cell phone to stare at his wife's bead.

"Later to go home, yeah. Don't dwell here again" pinta Amara in a spoiled tone. I don't know since when did he become so spoiled?

"okay."

Amara's eyes immediately sparkled happy to hear the word Dimas just now. But the man did not finish talking. Amara's face turned grim again after Dimas spoke again.

"If only you would follow my request."

"What?" amara asked with her innocent face.