The Nurse's Choice of Man

Here I help (Bonchap)

The series of wedding ceremonies and receptions have been passed. It is time for the bride and all present to rest. Amara and Dimas leave the hotel ballroom and go to the presidential suite room at the same hotel escorted by their second family member.

At first Dimas allowed his wife to clean up first after the other left from there. He decided to sit on the sofa after taking off the bridal suit attached to his body. Dimas turned on his cell phone all day, and replied one by one the incoming messages while waiting for his wife to finish in the bathroom.

However, there was something that Dimas had not thought of back then. That's how his wife is in there.

Without Dimas guessing, apparently in the bathroom Amara had trouble removing her wedding dress. The woman had already removed the attributes attached to the head while combing her hair neatly. However, he had trouble opening the zipper located at the back of his back alone. Amara is almost desperate and thinks she needs someone's help right now.

The problem is, all his family including Miranda and Melissa have been gone from his room since. There was only Dimas, the only person who was in that room at the moment.

Although they have been married for a long time, they have never done anything. Amara wasn't even sure she could ask Dimas for help. Shy dong. How will Dimas see him? Later even thought he would ask first. She could not possibly drop her own pride as a woman.

Amara gave a rough sigh while pacing while thinking. His brain suddenly blunted. He had the opportunity to call Miranda, but unfortunately his phone was in a bag that he put on the nightstand. To take it there would definitely pass Dimas. And of course the man will ask him.

The sound of a successful knock on the door made the tense Amara tiptoe. Then the crisp sound of Dimas was heard.

"Honey. You didn't fall asleep, did you? How come there's no sound?" Tone asked Dimas sounding anxious from the outside. However, Amara hastily answered him to dispel her husband's concerns.

"No, Honey. I'm brushing my hair!"

Lies. What is currently Amara is panicking is not overcast. Wrong himself he was too shy. To ask her husband for help, she needs to think a thousand times.

"Okay. Don't you stay long, honey." Dimas' voice was heard again.

"It's not long, honey." Amara bit her lower lip. Since when was he so flexible to call Dimas affection?

Amara stepped quietly near the door. She wanted to make sure her husband was still behind the door or not. But it seems that Dimas has gone because only silence is created.

Amara breathed a little relieved. At least she could think for a while because her husband did not urge her to come out or barge in because she was impatient. Ah, he's falling in love. That man is truly a patient man.

However, Amara immediately rounded her eyes when she realized something. He had been in the bathroom too long. What if Dimas kebelet but tried to hold it desperately because it was not pleasing to him. Ah he feels so bad. It shouldn't have to be like this. It is he himself who complicates himself.

Fixes. Amara nodded steadily. He had to break the shame for a while. Looks like asking Dimas for help is necessary. That's if he doesn't want to sleep all night in the bathroom.

Amara seemed to lower her head, lift a little lower part of her dress, then looked at her while biting her lower lip.

"Well, why didn't the dress come off, honey?" Dimas asked while changing his sitting position to upright. He put his phone on the table and focused his attention on his wife. "Why? You having trouble getting rid of it?"

Exactly it. Seeing the uneasiness on Amara's face, as Dimas understood what his wife was thinking. Justright. Amara immediately nodded with a embarrassed face.

"Pantes no sound. You can't open it?" Dimas chuckled and then got up from his seat. He walked casually toward his wife who was still nailing her body in the doorway.

"Here I help, yes," he said later, offering. Without a second thought, he circled around Amara and stood right behind the girl. Her hand was about to touch the zipper of Amara's dress but stopped because Amara suddenly turned back. Again Dimas frowned in wonder.

"Well, why, honey?"

Amara lowered her head, then bit her lips. "Shame," the girl shrieked later.

Dimas raised his eyebrows at Amara's confession. Embarrassed? Just-there's. They are legal as wives in the eyes of religion and law. Why should I be embarrassed again?

Dimas looked at Amara closely. The girl looked uneasy and unsettled. Instantly, he realized that his wife's shame had no cure. He also worked around with a little persuasion so that his wife felt calm.

"Why should you be ashamed, dear? I promise I won't see. I opened it while looking. And also crumbs if you need to."

"Don't lie, yeah," said Amara with a frowning face.

"No. I promise." Dimas pointed two fingers together to convince.

Although somewhat hesitant, but Amara still nodded in confidence before then slowly turning her body.

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