The Nurse's Choice of Man

Foreign boy

Amara packed her health equipment when the social service was over. Although feeling tired, he also felt satisfied because the event held in the open went well.

"Yuk. Wait for a meal together," invite one of his friends because most of them have been in a puskesmas for lunch. Lunch is late, exactly.

"You go first, yeah. I'm gonna hang out with my husband for a minute." Amara refuses subtly.

"okay."

Amara did take her phone out of the bag afterwards. However, having not had time to activate the flat object, a boy of about ten years old approached him with a panicked face and gasping for breath. Looks like the kid just ran to get there.

"Sister nurse help me, sister. My brother got hurt there." The boy spoke while pointing in the direction of somewhere.

"So, calm down, yeah. Can you tell me slowly with Brother?" Amara clasped her phone back and bent her knees to align their height.

"Cepet help my brother, brother. He's wounded. It's an emergency." The boy was urgent.

"Okay, okay." Amara nodded convincingly. "But before that Big Brother needs to make sure if the wound is very severe? If it's bad, we should go there with an ambulance. So that her brother can be followed up quickly. Calm down, yeah. Here many professional medical personnel and adequate equipment, really. Brother call brother's friend first, yes."

"Don't, Brother!" The boy prevented. "Later and my brother could bleed out. Better the nurse check my sister first then call an ambulance if you need to follow up."

"okay."

Amara eventually relented without feeling the slightest bit suspicious. He rushed to follow the boy's quick steps without forgetting his medical equipment.

"Still a long time, Dek? Is the place very far?" Amara finally asked curiously because they had walked a few hundred meters, but they had not reached the place the boy intended.

"There, Brother. My sister's there." The boy kept pointing in the same direction.

Actually Amara's ears could hear the boisterous sounds of the distance. However, he was so focused on the little boy and looked for the figure of his brother who was said to be injured, so he did not think about anything else at that time.

Suddenly at the end of the road Amara saw a crowd of people who seemed to be running getting closer. For a moment Amara was stunned while observing the incident.

His memory wandered on the events of his trip this morning. When passing by, not far from there did happen a big demo. Not wrong anymore. There must have been a commotion. Amara can also see if they equip themselves with weaponry.

"Grandfather, we must take refuge. It's dangerous!" Amara grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled him to hide.

However, unfortunately the boy took his hand out of Amara's grasp and fell onto the highway. Amara was surprised to lose something she was holding, especially when she turned her head, she found the boy crying loudly.

Worried about anything, he hurriedly turned around and approached the boy and crouched down.

"Sorry brother, yes. Brother did not intentionally," he said with a panicked face. He tried to calm down even though the boy did not know him at all. "It hurts so much. I'll definitely treat you later, but most importantly for now, we take cover first."

"Sick Brother! Huaoo!" The boy was still crying. Even balked when Amara wanted to help her get up.

"Hold, Deck. We have to leave!"

"No want! Just treat it now!" The boy continued to cry while holding his right leg.

Amara herself seemed to frown while checking. He then looked at the boy closely. He wondered why the child with the red shirt was crying so hard that his feet were not hurt.

Not yet exhausted the sense of wonder in the mind of Amara, he was again made to panic by the group of protesters who were getting closer.

"Come with Brother." There's no other choice. Amara had to force the boy to get out of there. Instead of following her, the boy instead re-did and pushed Amara away before fleeing.

Confusion and surprise melted into one. Amara staggered to the point of almost drowning. The little boy continued to run even though he had shouted. Petite posture and agile movements make the child can easily break through the protesters who are struggling with security, so in an instant the figure of the boy disappeared among dozens of people.

Now Amara is confused there. Between two groups attacking each other. In such circumstances he did not even think there was someone who was directing the cellphone camera towards him while laughing out loud through a video call connection.

That's Naura. The girl was happy to be satisfied to make Dimas panic instead of being upset. He was too swept away in victory to forget the circumstances around. He forgot to take care of himself until he did not realize a large rock was floating in the air before landing right on his head.

The hard hit was successful in making him sick and dizzy instead of clogged. His eyes were also twitching. Instantly his hand was pushed to touch the back of the head, where the hard object landed right there. He felt something warm there and the smell of water.

Between fear and curiosity, Naura ventured to look at her fingers. The still fresh blood that stuck there made the girl's body shake. His eyes widened. Instantly his body squeezed, before then falling down slumped into the street.

Where is Amara now?