The Nurse's Choice of Man

Caught

Dimas could only laugh to see his wife in a fog of confusion. Amara put on her hijab in a hurry while nagging at her.

"Either, if anyone wants to wake up it is not forbidden! It's gini, right .. I'm late."

"Lo who woke up late what am I wronged? Tell me if his sleepy lo will be difficult to wake up." Still laughing, Dimas joked. It certainly makes Amara more upset.

"Mara, Amara." Dimas clucked. "Not so many times, Mar. What are you afraid of so much to panic?"

Instead of answering Dimas's question, Amara, who had finished wearing the hijab, looked at her husband with an annoyed expression.

Look at that guy. Dimas could be so relaxed selonjoran in bed while folding his hands in front of his chest, while he, panicked not a bitch.

"Mas Dimas nyebelin!" Finally Amara can only curse, even though he actually wants to attack Dimas to vent frustration. Unfortunately, he did not have enough courage. Then without another word he moved from there, leaving Dimas who was still laughing at him.

Something beyond belief happened. Kalina was already standing in front of Dimas' room door when Amara opened it. The girl is not alone. On the left and right side a little backwards stood also some other nurse friends.

Amara stuck until only able to stand glued in place. He swallowed his hard spit. The bad shadow immediately perched on his head realizing the cynical gazes of his companions. And now he can only resign when Kalina drags him out of nowhere.

***

As smart as people store carcasses, the smell of rot will definitely smell too. If a squirrel jumps, it can fall too. And so did Amara. Although he had tried to keep the meeting, his hidden actions were finally smelled also by his friends. Amara's been found out.

Dimas did ask for health services personally. No need for medical treatment or a specialist. Do not want a visit in any form. All she wanted was Amara.

Although the administration and related parties have maintained their privacy, but it turns out that it still triggers the suspicion of nurses who know the whereabouts of Dimas. Moreover, with the frequent disappearance of Amara at certain times. So that some of them moved to investigate Amara secretly, whether it was from when.

Amara can't be kinked anymore. He could only bow deeply, bite his lower lip and squeeze the tip of his dinner clothes. He was like a defendant sitting in a sick chair.

While in front of her, Kalina stood up while showing a mobile phone screen, where there were clearly some photos of her sleeping cuddling together with Dimas, without her hijab.

From the photo shown by Kalina, Amara believes that the girl took their picture right last night. He realized his carelessness that had forgotten to lock the door.

"You dodging again? To argue again!" Kalina snapped at Amara who was sitting in front of her. The girl gasped, but did not say a word in defense. He deliberately brought Amara to a warehouse, so that other hospital residents did not hear the commotion that might have been created.

"Hijab style wear. But foul behavior like Lac*r. Is your faith not strong enough to be tempted just because men are handsome."

"Sir, please keep talking Ma'am! I don't think so!" Amara finally spoke up. He raised his head, looking at Kalina with a defiant look.

"Not like that how!" sahut Kalina with a higher tone. "It's definitely you, Amara! You're with that guy!" Kalina paused her speech and exhaled a rough breath. He then brought his face closer to Amara and looked at the girl cynically.

"This is a hospital, Amara. It's a public place. A place of health care that should be kept in good name! Not to be a pervert with a rich handsome guy! You want, we're going to the board of directors to get you fired right now!"

Amara shook her head quickly and cupped her hands together. The highlight of the anger that had decorated her face earlier instantly evaporated, missing changing with a face of grief and fear after Kalina spread her threat.

"Click don't, Ma'am. Please don't report." Amara pleaded with a groggy face.

Nope. Not his good name is a consideration. But the name Dimas. The man will definitely get carried away into his troubles.

"Why?" Kalina smiled haughtily as she clasped her chest. "Are you afraid your good name is bad? Or worried about the guy?"

Amara moved from her place full of panic. "Sir, please don't report this case. I promise you, I'll do whatever you ask."

"Oh yeah?" Kalina squinted her eyes. He then scanned Amara's appearance from toe to head before then showing a grin on his lips.

"Remove your hijab!"

Sontak Amara flabbergasted. Her eyeballs spontaneously widened because unexpectedly, her hands reflexively grasped tightly the fabric of her hijab, as if she was maintaining the fabric with all her might.

"No. I won't, Ma'am." Amara shook her head steadily and moved back one step.

"OKAY. Then I'll help you open it!" Kalina pushed her hand to grab Amara's hijab. However, the girl had unknowingly made a big mistake.

Because he was so eager to judge Amara who he judged guilty, he did not realize the atmosphere of the place that was originally boisterous suddenly quiet. Some of the friends who initially came to judge Amara are now silent and moving away.

Kalina was so eager to punish Amara. Lips grinning. Her hands had already gotten the tip of the hijab cloth that Amara was wearing. However, when he was about to pull it, his movement was restrained by a check on his right arm.

Kalina surprised. He reflexively stared at something that disturbed his right hand and momentarily turned his back to find that his sturdy arm was already perched on his hand.

"Don't touch my wife." The man spoke with great emphasis. There was a glint in his eyes looking at Kalina, as if the man was being overwhelmed by anger to the point of casting a deadly threat.

It was not only Kalina who was shocked. Amara even to silence her mouth that slightly gaped because of her surprise.

Kalina grimaced with pain in her arm. The man who had suddenly appeared unexpectedly was gripping him very firmly. The man she had taken the picture of removed the tip of Amara's hijab from her hand by force. Then he pulled Amara's hand and brought the girl into the deck. His right hand gently stroked Amara's back as if soothing, his lips landing a kiss on the forehead, even though the man's sharp gaze remained pointed at him.