The Nurse's Choice of Man

Don't make me broken

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"Surprise ...!"

Crowded with sounds of exclamation, welcoming the happy arrival of Amara. The trumpets were blown simultaneously along with the cafe lights that lit up. Then, from up there, an abundance of rose petals fell right on the body of the nurse-dressed girl.

Amara's palms reflexively silenced her gaped mouth. His eyes were in disbelief. How can two families who do not know each other in the same place?

Isn't there a special celebration for her today? Not being a birthday, nor is getting an achievement that needs to get this kind of appreciation.

In front of him, he gathered all the people he loved. Uncle and aunt as a replacement for the old man who had not met for a long time. Miranda is Dimas' cousin and parents who are like his parents. Even close relatives and all domestic assistants at his in-laws' residence were also present there.

There doesn't seem to be any boundaries. There is no caste difference. They blend into one with beautiful clothes like they are partying.

Although confused, but Amara can not cover the taste of his scent. Unconsciously her eyes glazed over as the aunt stepped closer. Until he could not help himself anymore, he also rushed to hug the middle-aged woman without caring about embarrassment. Shame for being like a little boy who just parted ways with his mother. A joyful sobbing escaped his lips.

"Aunt ...." Amara. No words can be spoken. Only tears represented his feelings. The girl was so excited.

"Aunt misses you, son." The woman closed her eyes feeling full, then rubbed Amara's back affectionately. He broke down the embrace after a while letting Amara cry on his shoulder, shedding a burning longing.

He smiled gently as he rubbed the wet face of his nephew. "You're getting older, honey. You're getting pretty," she said sincerely.

Amara tried to stop her crying with great difficulty. Then a sentence slid from his lips in a trembling tone. "Sorry, because lately Amara has not had the same relationship with Uncle and Aunt."

"It's okay. Aunty knows you're busy, son." Aunty again rubbed Amara's wet face because the girl was still shedding tears. "Here, don't cry anymore. It's your happy day, dear."

Happy day? Amara frowned. He looked at the aunt who kept smiling with a surprised face, then looked around and realized that Dimas was not there. The man he loves the most is not present in a rare moment.

Doesn't matter. Dimas was very busy. Surely he didn't have much time for this kind of triviality. Amara continued to suggest herself with positive thoughts despite her heart feeling disappointed. Until a knocking sound of pantofel shoes on the marble floor heard from the back made him immediately turn around.

He was surprised to see the figure of Dimas appear from there. The man always looks fresh in any condition. Sweet smile that grows. Stelan neat suit and hair styled with pomade, increasingly perfecting the appearance. Moreover, it comes with a large bouquet of flowers in the deck.

Suddenly instrumental music romantic flowed beautifully accompanied Dimas steps. No words are said when the eyes meet. Only the feeling of love unravels through the silent language of the heart.

Reviewing the smile, Dimas stopped right in front of Amara and greeted her affectionately.

"Hi, Love. How are you doing? You crying?"

Smiling wryly, Amara shook her head while wiping her tears. "No. I'm just feeling happy" he replied so that Dimas wouldn't worry.

"For you." Dimas gave his flowers to Amara.

Amara looked at Dimas and the flower took turns before receiving it.

"Thank you, Mum. The flowers are so pretty."

Smiling, Dimas pulled out a velvet box from his suit pocket and suddenly bent one knee against the floor with his hand thrusting a ring towards Amara. The unexpected actions of Dimas made Amara gaped in disbelief.

"Amara .. Will you marry me? Commit and fight with me? Live together forever, take care of each other without any time restrictions. Accept what it is and hard to be happy together until the end of our lives?"

Swaying, Amara was speechless to hear the consecutive questions from a Dimas Sanjaya. The man still remained in his position. Knee bent and looked at him expectantly.

Does this mean the man proposed to her?

Could all this have been Dimas? Gather everyone to witness sacred events. Could he be the director behind all the scenarios created?

Amara admitted, tonight Dimas successfully warmed his heart for the umpteenth time. Is it wrong to feel flowery?

However, behind it all was a feeling of fear that suddenly came to disturb the mind. What if this isn't real? Just a dream, maybe. He was afraid when he suddenly woke up. When the heart seemed to fly flying suddenly thrown into the bottom of the deepest abyss.

Is it wrong to think a little badly? Not not sure. It's just, he felt the need to be on guard.

Amara felt recently too happy when she got used to the wounds. So that when the comfort was endless coming, he was worried about being lulled and dazed because it was difficult to maintain balance when a big storm suddenly came crashing.

"Nr ...! Mau ...! Mau ...! Want ...!"

For the umpteenth time the clear circles fall again without being asked. Could it be because he was so happy that he shed tears?

Dimas got up and looked at Amara, who was silencing his mouth with a palm. He could not believe it, the girl shed tears. A variety of questions then appeared in his mind.

Are they tears of sadness?

Could Amara be rejecting him? She knew Amara was a good girl. Even too good to be unable to resist with words so that tears speak?

Dimas' heart was pounding so hard. To show up and express love like this alone he needs extra courage and energy. He really could not imagine if this time had to get a rejection.

He has struggled to plan everything. Call Amara's family and ask them to come here. It is not easy to find the address of his aunt's uncle in a short time. Moreover, he kept it a secret from Amara.

Luckily, Juan was willing to help her with joy. Unfortunately, the man did not attend because he was lying in the hospital. Maybe because of fatigue to make his health decline and need treatment.

"Mara," called Dimas still with a look of hope. Even this time coupled with anxiety get rejection. However, Dimas is so good at mastering the situation that even in uncertain circumstances he still looks calm and relaxed.

"I love you so much, Amara. I'm not the best man in the world. But I'll try to make you happy." Dimas again convinces Amara because he thinks the girl is doubting his love.

However, the fact is not what makes Amara never give the answer. Which woman whose heart did not melt was proposed like that?

"You know, Amara. I've been harboring this feeling for so long. I held him as hard as I could. I lost you once and I don't want to repeat that. Do you doubt the love I have? Should I prove it to you to believe?"

Amara shook her head quickly as a form of denial. The look on his face showed helplessness.

"Mas ... That's not what I mean."

"Then?"

"I just ...." Unable to continue her words, Amara bit her lower lip.

Amara's attitude invites wonder all who are there until stunned to look at him.

Aware of being the center of attention, Amara hurriedly continued to avoid misunderstandings.

"I just want us to think about it properly so that there are no regrets, Mas. I'm just an ordinary girl who doesn't have parents–"

"That's why I shower you with so much love" Dimas said.

"I'm not as good as you think."

"Everybody has flaws, Amara. The purpose of marriage is to perfect each other."

So next. Dimas could always reply to Amara's words until the girl ran out of words.

"Don't turn me down, Amara. Don't make me ruined."

Dimas' application made Amara pity. Dimas shouldn't have to get to that extent. Toh Amara loved Dimas more than he loved anything God created. It's just that, Amara needs self-confidence in order not to be happy above the suffering of others.

Silent. No one dared to speak in that place. Even the parents chose to quietly leave the decision to Amara even though the desire to marry two children Adam was so passionate.

"I love Mas Dimas more than anything else on this earth." Amara finally spoke up about how she felt. His tone trembled between the falling tears. Bright, the recognition of Amara that makes Dimas sparkle happy.

"What Amara? What did I hear just now isn't wrong?" Dimas' reflexes cupped Amara's shoulders and gave off slight shocks as if they were pressing. Among the tears Amara answered him with a nod of the head.

"What does that mean ... do you accept my love?" The impatient Dimas urged again. He looked at Amara.

Apparently not only Dimas who was impatient. Everyone there was waiting for Amara's answer.

Until Amara nodded her head again with a face of embarrassment, Dimas spontaneously cried out gratefully while raising his head. "Alhamdulillah O Allah ...!"

Cheers full of happiness simultaneously sounded. The parents even hugged because they were so happy.

Ignoring the presence of those around her, Dimas looked at Amara lovingly with teary eyes.

"Thank you." Dimas cupped both sides of Amara's cheeks to then kiss her affectionately. Be resilient. Nothing escapes the touch of Dimas' lips. Even Amara's wet eyes too.

Now Dimas no longer need to be awkward to show his love. Devouring his affection. Until there is no more opportunity for sadness to slip into the heart of his beloved wife.

"Ehem." The sound of success shocked both of them. Amara and Dimas suddenly broke into a hug as a slender figure dressed in a beautiful dress stood between them.

"Mirandah ...." Amara mentioned the girl's name along with Miranda who moved quickly to embrace her.

"Congratulations, dear cousin. I'm happy for you."

"Thank you, Miranda. It's thanks to your prayers too." Amara closed her eyes feelingly. Between longing, haru and happiness melted into one.

Dimas himself remains there. Looking at his wife with a happy smile as if giving the two cousins a chance to momentarily let go of longing.

From Juan, he knew a little about Miranda. Amara and Miranda's relationship had deteriorated because of Miranda's own spite. However, as time goes on, getting older makes the girl aware and act more mature. Unfortunately, because his busy life as a doctor at a different hospital makes Amara and Miranda have trouble arranging meetings.