The Nurse's Choice of Man

Want me to help you?

As if he did not want to let go again, Dimas continued to hug Amara on their way home. At that time he immediately brought Amara home. Ignoring Naura's existence and her circumstances.

The girl was still lucky because Dimas did not demand any accountability at all. Nor did he vent his anger by hurting him back.

Surely it was all thanks to the kindness of Amara who mengultimatum Dimas not to do anything bad to Naura. She reassured her husband if he was okay.

Arriving at home, Dimas immediately ordered his wife to take a shower and throw the bloody clothes. Even if you need to burn it. Until whenever the blood will make him remembered by the evil of Naura and her overwhelming fear. Fear of losing his wife.

As if he did not want to be left for a long time, Dimas secretly barged into the walk in closed room, where his wife was currently. He found Amara, who was wearing only a bathrobe, was drying her hair.

Her position that stood back to back made the girl unaware of her husband's presence there. So when Dimas suddenly hugged her from behind, Amara immediately tiptoed because he was so surprised.

Amara halted her activities, remaining still in her original position. It was as if letting the husband enjoy the fragrance of shampoo in his hair.

From where she stood, Amara could see the reflection of herself and Dimas through the large mirror in front of them. Dimas hugged her so tightly. Feels warm. While the man's eyes were tightly closed with his chin leaning against his shoulder.

For a long time both of them were silent in such a position. When Amara could only sculpt, Dimas repeatedly sprinkled his warm kiss on the wife's cheek, in the neck niche, at the top of the head, and everywhere he could reach.

Amara still had a hard time believing what was happening. She cried like she was afraid of losing. Even Dimas' 'elo I' call towards him all this time turned into 'me and you' ever since. Is it wrong if the feeling becomes flowery because it feels loved?

"Mas .. Are you okay?" Amara's hand gently rubbed Dimas' cheek as the question slid.

Dimas answered with a nod of his head. Without even shifting from its place, without opening its eyes.

"Then it was a long time ago, yes. I want to continue to cool the hair again," said Amara, referring to the hands of Dimas who was still at home coiled on his body. Dimas' actions did limit his movements.

"Want me to help you?"

Dimas' question made Amara's forehead wrinkle, then the girl asked innocently.

"What help?"

"Dry hair."

"Hmm?" Amara muttered as she glanced at her husband's face. His murmur was dubious.

Dimas, who caught the doubt from his wife's body language, could only comment on a smile. He then sat Amara's body on a chair in front of the dressing table, then took his wife's hair dryer which was originally placed on the table.

Amara laughed in disbelief as Dimas actually did that. Turn on the hair dryer and then dry the hair. Even Dimas looked so happy while doing it.

"Where? Not delicious?" tanya Dimas made sure while looking at his wife's face from the reflection of the mirror.

Amara nodded. Then answer briefly while smiling. "Nob."

"Likes?"

"Like," he replied quietly, between embarrassment mixed with pleasure.

"Thank you."

Amara frowned when Dimas suddenly said so. Bizarrely. He helped her dry her hair, why did he say thank you?

Amara stared at Dimas from the mirror reflection. Look at the man carefully. He realized, since the incident, Dimas' attitude has now changed one hundred percent towards him. He felt Dimas' attitude towards him only getting softer. He also felt loved and Dimas' treatment looked sincere to him. The man even dried his hair wholeheartedly.

So what is that thank you for?

"Thank you for what, Mom?" Amara finally asked in a clueless tone. "I didn't do anything. It was Mas Dimas who helped dry my hair. I should've said thank you to Dimas."

"Basin' plain boy." Dimas chuckled after putting his wife on like that. "I mean, thank you for always being the best for me, honey." Dimas made clear the meaning of his words.

However, because he was too focused on his activities, Dimas did not realize that his unfortunately call just now made Amara widen his eyes.

The darling? He called me baby? I'm not looking like a very adorable baby, am I?

"Why silence?"

Again, Amara turned. He reflexively turned his gaze toward the mirror and found Dimas's gaze also being directed at him. However, the difference was that Dimas' gaze seemed to demand an explanation. So as to make her who was gawking was realized and replied with stuttering.

"Ah, no. Not pa-pa."

Dimas smiled gently, then resumed his activities. Terrible long hair of his wife.

"When do you want to quit your job?"

"Could anyway?" lirih Amara. And Dimas answered him with a steady nod. "Why is that?"

"Because you're my wife." Dimas answered quickly and then confirmed the reason. "Would it be wrong if I wanted to be the only person you've always touched?"

Amara sighed. Is it wrong if he thinks Dimas is showing his jealousy? Is this how he shows possession? Sort of want to master. His wife belongs to only one.

"Now, don't be too much of a burden. I'm not asking you to resign right now, okay." It seems Dimas doesn't want to put Amara under pressure. He had seen the tension on his wife's face and it made him feel uncomfortable.

Dimas turned off the hair dryer, put it on the table, then combed his wife's hair slowly until neat.

"It's over." He kissed the top of Amara's head as a sign that his task was done.

"Thank you" said Amara as she unraveled the smile on her lips.

The moon crawled up the night signs were rising. The two decided to take a break with sleep cuddling as usual.

***

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Amara ended her work today by submitting a report about her patient to a night shift nurse. He walked to the hospital lobby, then was surprised to find Mr. Mamad there.

"Well, is Mr Mamad here?"

"Yes, Mother. Mas Dimas asked me to pick up Ms. Amara. He's busy, so can't pick it up by himself."

"Owh, that's it." Amara nodded in understanding. He then got into the car after Mamad opened the door for passengers. "Thank you for picking me up, sir."

"Together, Mother. It would have been my duty if Mas Dimas was unlucky."

Mamad then drove the car away from the hospital. Amara sat leaning with her eyes directed to the left side. Wander out the window.

The girl breathed deeply. Today she has not been able to grant her husband's request by resigning from her place of work. He still felt hard to let go of what he had achieved with great difficulty. For Amara, the job was half her life. Not so easy it just let go. He still needs a while while enjoying the last days of work.

Only Amara realized, the car driven by Mamad did not drive towards Dimas' house, but passed another road.

Amara straightened her back and asked in wonder at the driver.

"Sir, where are we going? This isn't the way home, is it?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I want to go to a place to buy something. Not long, Mother."

"Owh." Amara nodded in understanding. Then he leaned back on his body and closed his eyes. Thinking about Dimas's request completely drained his energy.

Soon, Mamad pulled the car over somewhere. Before turning off the engine, he looked back and found Amara still closed. Apparently the girl fell asleep. He had to make sure Amara went in there, so he felt the need to wake up his boss' wife.

"Mom, wake up Ma'am. We've arrived."

Amara who was disturbed seemed to blink her eyes to adjust the incoming light to greet her net. He looked around, then realized the car had stopped in the parking lot of a building.

"Down yuk, Ma'am. I'd like to ask Mrs Amara to send me."

"Didn't Mr Mamad dare to go in alone?" Amara asked instead. Honestly, she felt that her husband's driver's behavior was unusual. But he dispelled all these strange thoughts and followed Mamad's wishes.

Mamad continued to guide him inside until he reached the rooftop. Finally Amara realized that the place was a cafe, seen from several sets of well-arranged table chairs. However, he still did not understand what reason Mamad had brought him here.

"Away there, Ma'am." Mamad pointed to the end of the rooftop. Amara's gaze followed her then the girl nodded in understanding.

While walking leisurely, Amara's gaze combed around while assessing the comfort of the place. In terms of place, the cafe on the highest floor of a building really spoils the eye with a beautiful view at night in the capital. By carrying the concept of a beautiful garden cafe, guaranteed visitors will feel at home for a long time here.

As for the matter of price, Amara can make sure someone needs to spend a bit deep. These types of places usually need reservations in advance.

Suddenly Amara frowned when she saw a group of people ahead. It looks like there is a family event, but strangely minimal lighting. Could they deliberately turn off the lights so that the family atmosphere is increasingly felt? In Amara's heart was amazed.

"Sir, where are we going?"

"There, Ma'am. We'll be there soon." Surprisingly Mamad again showed the direction ahead. In the place of those gathered in dim light.

Although it felt strange, but Amara decided not to ask much. He was just accompanying Mamad. However, their position that was getting closer made him increasingly wonder.

Not yet answered his curiosity suddenly Amara was surprised by the sound of several trumpets that sounded loud simultaneously. Along with that also the lights lit up brightly followed by the sound of a loud and cheerful cry.

"Surprise!!!"