The Nurse's Choice of Man

Ready to work

Winda stepped quickly towards the car that was waiting for him in the lobby. He breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he entered the car.

"Road sir," he orders the driver ready behind the wheel.

"Okay, ma'am," the driver replied, then drove the car slowly out of the hospital area.

Winda leaned his body on the car seat slowly. His eyes looked out the window but his gaze was blank.

His mind again recalled the figure of the nurse girl named Amara again. I don't know what magic he has until the girl managed to make his tongue feel funny.

Don't threaten, just warn Winda not to the heart. Clear eyeballs, sincere smiles that adorn the face, as well as friendly behavior that warms his heart.

The girl who always does good without pretense, really in accordance with what her son told her.

Their meeting this time really changed the bad view of Vinda to Amara. He understood more and more why Juan was infatuated and continued to love the girl even if only in silence.

Winda instead felt himself very evil for letting Gladys disturb the orphan girl without trying to prevent her.

But he also did not have the courage to say it to the prince. Because he still wants to survive. But he also felt relieved, at least he convinced himself the girl was fine.

"Where's my mom from?" juan's question welcomed the arrival of the Winda who had just stepped into the house.

"Mama's got a little business." Winda answered her son's question warmly. He stepped closer to Juan who was sitting casually on the sofa in the middle room. "You're home already? Not work?"

"I deliberately went home quickly Ma, wanted to rest. My head's dizzy." Juan replied with a smile. But his gaze refocused on the phone in his hand.

"Emmm, Pity ," said Winda, massaging his son's head. "When you get dizzy, why not sleep? Have you taken medication?"

"Not yet" Juan shook his head weakly. "But this is what I want to call Amara first, want to ask what medicine I should drink."

Hearing the name Amara called immediately made Winda shocked afraid. Without a word, he withdrew choosing to stay away from his son.

With a sneak pace Winda stepped out from there, and hid behind the wall, if he could still hear Juan's voice from his place.

Juan's voice was even clearly heard in his ears. I don't know what was said, until Juan even smiled, laughed, even mocked the girl across there so familiarly. It seemed like only a small talk was going on between them.

"What are you talking about?" tanya Winda who suddenly appeared shortly after Juan disconnected the connection.

"Just ask about the drug problem" replied Juan briefly. But a second later he turned his head and looked at the mother with narrowed eyes like probing. "Tumben Mama kepo, usually don't care?"

"What do you want? Mama was acting indifferent, wrong. Kepo was wrong too. Wonderful ,," Grumbled Winda in an annoyed tone, then passed away leaving Juan.

Not wanting to argue, Juan just followed the step of the mother through the view while clucking in wonder.

Winda put his body on the bed to release all fatigue and dizziness in the head for a moment. Staring at the ceiling of the room, his mind turned back to the incident, as well as the guilt to Juan that he did not dare to admit.

The body that was lying down immediately bouncy awake when remembering something. His hand moved to grab the bag that was lying on the side before then taking out Amara's medicine. He almost opened the drug if he did not remember the message Amara to take it after eating.

Winda rushed out of the room and stepped towards the dining room. "Juan! Have you eaten yet? Eat with yuk!" his screams were so loud that they surprised Juan.

"What the hell, Ma? Why yell!"

"Let's have lunch with Mama! All Mama wants to say the same important thing to you."

"It matters?" juan wondered.

"Juan!"

"Yes, Mom, stop!" reply Juan with a high tone, then move to approach the mother.

***

All the preparations were done. He just needs to take a shower and get ready, then wait for a driver who will come to pick up. Amara already knew this, because Doctor Khanza had told her yesterday when calling to question the decision.

He really has to prepare mentally and physically to face this challenge. I don't know who and how the person he will take care of later, because Doctor Khanza really does not want to give a little picture of the patient.

Just imagining going to deal with a mental disorder patient has made him feel down first, then what about later after dealing with? A sinister physical shadow had even filled his head. He wasn't even sure he could last a long time working there. But isn't it to know someone needs to try it first?

The sound of car horns blasting daydreams. He got up and pulled the suitcase filled with his belongings, then stepped closer to the black luxury car.

"Good morning. With Miss Amara, huh?" The middle-aged man who came out from the mibil asked in a friendly manner.

"Betul Sir, I am Amara" Amara replied with a smile.

"I'm the driver assigned to pick up Miss. Let's go in, "the driver smiled, his hand pointing Amara at the door of the car that was already wide open.

"Thank you, sir," Amara nodded her head before finally getting into the car.

The driver closed the car door and walked into the trunk to get Amara's suitcase there. He walked to the driver's side of the door and entered.

"What father's name? Let me have a good call" asked Amara as the car began to run.

"My name is Muhammad Ibrahim Al Idrus Bin Jailani Al Musthofa, Non."

Is that really your own name? Nobody hires a neighbor's name, do they? If anyone calls the full name diaminin only yes, sir. Surely the parents of the Father gave a good name not without cause, but for the good of his son, the inner Amara.

"Hehe, very long sir," Amara smiled amusedly. "So call it must be complete, ni?"

"People usually call Mamad only, Non. If complete, ask the lupanya," said Mamad while laughing amusedly.

A little laugh responded. "If so I call him Mr. Mamad too, yes. Let it be the same as the others."

"Yes Non."

"Mr just call me Amara. Don't wear Miss ya, I'm so uncomfortable." Obviously Amara then.

"Yes, Miss Amara."

"Good," Amara replied with a happy smile.

***

After a long journey, finally the car turned into a large gate of a very luxurious house.

The three-story house was surrounded by high walls as a barrier with an outside area. The yard is also spacious with a flower garden that is increasingly beautifying.

Some mini fish ponds are designed with a slick that increasingly beautify the park itself. It is inhabited by hundreds of colorful koi fish.

"Let's enter Mbak Amara," asked Mr. Mamad while stepping ahead of Amara towards the main entrance. Amara followed him behind.

A middle-aged woman who seemed familiar to Amara came to greet them.

"Welcome Miss Nurse" Eli said as he extended his hand to greet her.

"Assalamualaikum Bi Eli," Amara said his greetings with a smile. While his hand moved to welcome Bi Eli's hand.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Are you ready to work?" ask the woman with the apron attached to the body to make sure.

Amara smiles. "God be ready" he replied.

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