The Nurse's Choice of Man

Too shy

Diana frowned her forehead full of question marks as she turned to Amara. Either Amara just let her phone creak on the table because several times get a call. The girl took a quick glance to see the summoning, then sighed softly and then acted indifferent by resuming her activities which were currently filling out the report.

Diana herself, who was sitting in the chair next to Amara, could only watch the girl curiously. Amara doesn't usually behave like that.

"Mar, your phone sounds again. From who the hell? Just let it go from there," Diana reprimanded in a polite tone. Immediately Amara stopped her activities, looked back at Diana, then revealed a clumsy smile to her.

"From the husband, Ma'am," replied Amara while picking up her phone. He instead of directly receiving the call, just holding it to hide the phone screen from Diana's view. Because, the name and profile picture of the handsome Dimas plastered clearly there.

"If from the husband, how was he allowed to leave? Pick it up, who knows something's important."

Amara looked down while shaking her head. His cheeks also looked a little bulging.

"Let me pick up after my work is done. He is a gini. Nosy when I'm busy" I'm Amara smiling shyly at Diana.

"Cie cie .. romantic. She wanted to be noticed, tuh," Diana teased while laughing at Amara. While Amara herself just smiled bitterly in response.

A romance? Boro-boro, Ma'am. There I've been feeling pressured by Mas Dimas' forced attitude lately.

"Mar, who is your husband? There's a picture, right? Original, I'm curious." Diana turned her body position, facing right towards Amara and looked at the girl with a serious facial expression.

Amara jerks. Instantly he realized his mistake. He may be inclined to tell a story about the husband even if only a little. Even though it was Diana, the kind woman who thought of him as a sister, but still it was not justified.

What if the woman is curious to the point of desperately searching for information about her husband? Yes if the marriage he with Dimas will last, well if breaking up in the middle of the road?

Just the same time did not dare to guarantee the clumsiness of their household. Forever the man will think of himself as a nurse, and not as a wife. It was true, Dimas assured himself he would give whatever he asked for. But not as a living, but as a salary. Didn't it already confirm that she was never considered a wife?

That's what makes Amara lazy to pick up Dimas' phone. Lazy to answer the message. He also came to his room.

Suddenly Amara felt like the most beautiful woman on earth. It was easily suppressed by a man named Dimas Sanjaya. Easy to follow all his wishes. Even worse .. easy to give up the body to be touched and hugged. Oh, my God, but why does he like it?

"Sorry, yes Ma'am. I can't tell you yet" said Amara in a regretful tone. He lowered his head, then bit his lower lip.

While Diana was so considerate, just smiled understandingly and gently rubbed her best friend's shoulder.

"No pa-pa, Mar. That's your right. I'm just saying, I'm always there whenever you need me" said the woman, a policeman's wife, attentively.

Amara lifted her head, looking at Diana so full of days. "Thank you, Ma'am."

"Together."

Amara took a long breath. Twenty-five missed calls seemed like enough to upset Dimas. He wanted to see how the man reacted when he came.

"Sir, I'm willing to go to the patient's room, yes." Amara stood up from her seat, and put on a bright smile at Diana who was back facing the laptop.

"okay." Diana gave her thumbs up with a smile. The woman does not seem to suspect that Dimas is Amara's husband.

***

Amara tried to normalize her feelings while standing at the door of Dimas' room. He calmed down before going in. At least he should be ready with whatever Dimas is going to do. Either the man will, lash out, blaspheme, or even throw him out.

"Assalamualaik." Amara said her greeting as her hand pushed the door. His gaze immediately caught the figure of Dimas who was sitting on the bed. In front of him was a small table where food was. And there is a delicious lunch dish that has been arranged neatly for two people.

Two guys?

Inner Amara wondered as she walked closer.

Dimas answered his greetings while smiling the friendliest smile. There was no look of annoyance on the man's face. Dimas even look fresh, cheerful and .. more handsome.

Stop, Amara. Condition your brain.

"Eat, yuk. I've been waiting for you since," asked Dimas in a friendly tone. The man's good attitude made Amara confused as well as suspicious. His poor expectations of Dimas were completely broken.

"Mas Dimas hasn't eaten yet?" Amara asked in wonder at Dimas who kept looking at her. He was not sitting on the bed, opposite Dimas, but standing on the side of the bed, right on the left side of the man.

The clock shows at two o'clock in the afternoon. He thought Dimas had eaten together with Baskoro who had come deliberately just to talk about work. Turns out he was wrong.

"Emmh, dreadlocks." Amara snorts.

"Let's dong, I'm laper, you know." Dimas grabbed Amara's hand and shook it slowly. The man was completely unafraid of making physical contact with Amara.

You know, what Amara is feeling right now? He felt guilty for Dimas. Deeply guilty for making the man wait for him, and enduring with a hungry stomach.

Amara sighed softly, put on a grim face then sat down where Dimas wanted to be.

Not as usual. If Previously, Dimas always asked to be fed while eating, this time the man actually let himself trouble by preparing cutlery for himself and Amara. He took on the role of Amara. While Amara herself, just silently watched the movements of her husband with a look of wonder.

"Want to eat alone? Don't ask for bribery?" Amara finally decided to ask to be sure.

"Yes. Let together. You must be a real laper too, right? Can't eat without me."

"Ih, spiciness." Amara again snorted. Denying Dimas' words even though the man's expression was one hundred percent true.

While Dimas does not seem to want to debate this problem anymore. He just smiled casually in response to his wife's attitude, then picked up his spoon and fork.

"Eat, yuk," he asked. Amara also complied with Dimas' invitation by starting to take his spoon and fork. For her, eating together today was the most romantic meal together in their history. How does he think that?

All this time Amara's request was not grandiose. Dimas is not fussy and bothers him he is happy, especially plus the bonus? Either the good demon possessed Dimas until the man treated him with gentleness. Bribing, even rubbing her lips as Amara ate messily.

Time continued until a few days passed. Dimas and Amara are still equally firm on their respective stance. However, strangely they even secretly really enjoy togetherness.

While together, Amara still continues to try to persuade Dimas, while Dimas still put forward the same requirements. No one wants to give up until both of them are asleep in a warm embrace.

"Good morning ...."

Amara immediately opened her eyes when she heard the familiar voice greeting her ears. The voice of the chef's aunt in charge of delivering food to patients.

Did Auntie come to deliver breakfast? Could it be morning? inner Amara wondered.

He looked around and realized he was still in Dimas' room. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, his eyes suddenly glared when he realized the clock was already pointing at the number seven. While himself still confined in the arms of Dimas who seems to be still slumbering.

Damnit. Amara woke up. What should she do now?

Jumping and running into the toilet?

Oh naw. Auntie Koki will definitely catch him. The woman had entered the room and was preparing a dish for Dimas.

Then what should he be?

The only way was to pull the blanket and cover his entire body.

Dimas who sensed Amara's movements immediately woke up from his sleep. He stared confusedly at the figure wrapped in a blanket beside him, then clenched his lips in laughter when he realized the whereabouts of Aunt Koki among them.

"Morning, Mr. Dimas. Just woke up, huh?" greet Aunt Koki when she realizes Dimas is awake. In his eyes, the man was always handsome, no matter what the circumstances.

"Morning too, Auntie," Dimas replied in a cheerful tone. It didn't move from its place at all. His hand even stroked Amara's head covered by a blanket.

"Yes, sir? How come the clock hasn't left for work yet?" ask Aunt chef. He who every day is in charge of delivering food, certainly knows the habits of patients there. Includes Dimas.

Amara who could hear the conversation of the two even felt astonished by the familiarity of the two. What did Dimas tell Auntie Koki? Until the woman came to know her habits that had gone from there every morning.

"Today he's bad luck, Bi. Perhaps due to exhaustion," Dimas replied as he glanced at Amara.

"His breathing doesn't work, sir? How are blankets covered all over?"

Now Amara felt annoyed at Aunt Koki who became more acute soul keponya. Moreover, Dimas also responded by trying to open the end of the blanket. It was bright that he held it all his might for the sake of not being able to be seen by the middle-aged woman. Damn again Dimas even laughed at him, as if enjoying his panic.

"My wife is too shy, Auntie. So sorry, she can't show her face yet."

"Ah, is that it?" Koki's aunt's intonation sounds deplorable. He could only stare at the straight black hair that was poking out under the blanket before saying goodbye.