The Nurse's Choice of Man

Like getting a blessing (Bonchap)

Amara pulled her long hair to the left side to make it easier for Dimas to open the zipper of her wedding dress. He trusted Dimas more than anyone. So there is absolutely no bad thought about what the man will do next.

At first Amara did feel Dimas' hand pull the zipper. However, the man did so with great caution as Dimas pulled her in a slow motion. Seen from the mirror reflection, Dimas directs his gaze elsewhere to dispel the shame of his beloved wife.

Secretly Amara's lips carved a smile. Feeling calm and touched, Amara involuntarily clenched her eyelids. He's cursing. Undeniably, something warmed up inside his chest. There is a real sense of happiness. The man who became his true love is now truly possessed.

Because it was so late with happiness, Amara forgot that Dimas had finished opening his zipper. When he felt an unusual warm touch on the surface of the skin on his right back, then Amara bought and reflex opened his eyes and looked back.

Amara's face flushed red at once to find Dimas was peeling his plain back without a thread. Chests rumbling. He had never felt anything like this before. Dimas' actions that were beyond Amara's calculations made him wrong.

While the different attitude is actually shown by Dimas. The man still looked calm, even just throwing a sweet smile after he was found.

Not knowing what to do, Amara reflexively moves to create distance while covering her right shoulder with her revealing dress.

"Ma-thank you, Mom. I-I go to the bathroom first."

Dimas just smiled as his head bobbed watching his wife's bumbling behavior. Amara stammered. He even ran to the bathroom to hide his pale face.

In Dimas's eyes it was truly adorable. The man was even more excited about teasing his wife. Immediately he stepped closer to the door and knocked on it while calling out his new call.

"Darling .. can I come in?" Dimas clenched his lips in laughter. He was sure, Amara was in there in a panic and trembling.

"Don't! Just change it up!"

Tuh. From the tone of the talk it is already visible.

"But I've been saved." Again Dimas held back a laugh.

"Yeah ...!" Amara's voice there was like whining. Maybe because of the shame of being upset. However, before long the door was opened from the inside and the still figure of Amara in her wedding dress appeared from inside.

Realizing that she was being noticed by Dimas who was smiling while holding his chest, the girl put on a look of annoyance and stepped up while lifting the end of her long dress.

"Yes already. You go first," he said as if unwillingly.

"No. I want it to be with you."

Amara boughtak heard the words of Dimas who was thrown with a seductive tone. Yes, he knew they had legitimately become husband and wife and it was his duty to serve the husband. But not so fast, right?

"Tomorrow with him, yeah. If it's going to be complicated now, because I'm going to take a long shower."

"Reason." Now it's Dimas' turn to put his face together. But it only happened for a moment. After that, he spoke with enthusiasm. "I know, you usually take a quick shower, honey. But long time no problem either. Shower both the longer the more fun to know, no." Dimas smiled as he played his eyebrows teasing Amara. Making the girl's face reddened because she felt embarrassed.

Dimas deliberately silently watched his wife, waiting for how Amara reacted. It turned out that the girl was so firm on her stance. Or maybe because of the immeasurable shame made Amara shake her head strongly.

"No, Mas .. change it."

Want to not want Dimas to nod. Amara seemed uncomfortable and she did not want to make his wife feel depressed.

"Yes, I'm first."

Amara nodded quickly. Now the girl's face again showed her smile at Dimas's hospitality.

The thing is, so many places in the presidential suite-type hotel room that Dimas rented for them, Amara instead chose to wait for Dimas while leaning his body on the whitewashed wall behind him. He secretly dreamed. If he had just received Dimas's invitation to take a bath together, then what were the two of them currently doing inside?

Is it really a shower?

Sure it's just a shower?

"What the hell? Basic brain." Amara blinked her eyes and hit her forehead just to clear her mind. It seems like his wish is too far away.

I don't know how long Amara's been standing there. Until the bathroom door opened and Dimas's tall figure appeared startling.

For a moment Amara forgot how to blink. His eyes suddenly suffered from amnesia because it was spoiled by the beautiful scenery in front of him. Dimas who only wore shower pajamas looked fresh and handsome with half wet hair restored to a beautifully shiny back. Especially her smile.

The man narrowed his eyes as he looked at his wife. Especially at that time Amara just stupefied while looking at him. However, that was not what made Dimas wonder. But the place Amara chose to use while waiting for her to take a shower.

"Darling, you were standing there?"

"Yes" replied Amara innocently.

"God. I took a long shower earlier. Not tired of standing still? Her legs aren't pegel?"

"Hehe, no." Grimacing, Amara cursed her stupidity. Just because of Dimas's temptation suddenly his brain became dull. What has he been standing for since? There are so many sofas and chairs located at some point in this room. Amara, Amelie. Substantial.

"Yes, take a shower there. Should I help you?" tawar Dimas after inviting Amara. He thought Amara must be troubled by the wedding dress she wore.

"No, Mas. No need to." Amara immediately lifted her dress and quickly entered the bathroom before her heart slumped down due to Dimas's temptation.

Apparently, after bathing Amara again made confusion. Because, he did not find a single piece of change of clothes that can be worn. There were only a few sheets of bathing pajamas he had encountered. It can't be all night in this room. However, he also could not meet Dimas with this appearance.

How then?

Forced, Amara came out with such circumstances. Wrapped in bath pajamas and with half-wet hair because it has not been dried.

Dimas' sweet smile immediately greeted her as soon as Amara came out. Dimas himself was playing a mobile phone while sitting on a large sofa while running. So relaxed.

For a moment Amara closed her eyes while shaking her head weakly in order to dispel her embarrassment. If Dimas alone looks tempting by just wearing a bath towel, but why is it different from him? Amara really felt herself to be so humiliating with such an appearance. Without internal and without. Gosh darn.

"Bottled already?" ask Dimas.

Stopping not far from Dimas, he asked. "See our change of clothes, don't you?"

It was as if he was thinking, then Dimas shook his head slowly. "No" he answered honestly. "I didn't exist either. Maybe you forgot to bring our change of clothes, huh?"

"Either. Why not just? Let's be clearer, right?"

"Okay, I called back, yeah."

Dimas repeatedly called Amelia's number, but the woman did not answer her phone. He was desperate and decided to end his effort.

"Not lifted, dear. Maybe my mom is sleeping."

"Masa, ah. It's also at this hour." Amara's expression began to fidget. It can be captured clearly by Dimas. The man hurriedly took on another option by giving a proposal.

"I tried to call Euis or Bi Eli."

"Yes." Yeah." Amara nodded in agreement. However, as before, the call to both of them no one gets a say.

Still trying to call people's numbers, Dimas's eyes silently scanned his wife's appearance. Amara stood stiffly with her hands holding two sides of the pajama ledges. The girl was as if worried that the cloth that was only doped would be forcefully opened.

Dimas could only smile seeing that. He realized the shy nature of his wife. He thinks this is very reasonable. They just got legally married. Plus the background of Amara who has never been in contact with other men besides her. His job is to calm Amara down and make the girl feel comfortable for their first night's event to run smoothly.

"No way, honey. No one's picking up." Dimas' tone sounded like giving up. He turned off his phone and put it on the table.

Dimas' actions directly caused Amara to panic. He spontaneously noticed himself and the pajamas on his body. Oh no! Where maybe two days stay there he will look like this!

To be honest Dimas knew about the unease Amara was feeling. However, he chose to pretend not to know in order to minimize Amara's tension. He decided to invite Amara to communicate with the discussion far from the first night.

"Is there another number you can call? tanyanya.

"Emm, ada. I tried to call Miranda, yes" suggested Amara. The girl immediately rushed towards the nightstand, where her tote bag was located. This time he looks relaxed while picking up his phone and then starts calling Miranda's number.

At first he was still smiling. However, over time his smile faded because his call did not also get the advice.

He looked at Dimas who was also looking at him. Then without a second thought he rebuked and complained in a spoiled tone.

"Not appointed either, Mas. How about dong ...?" He looked at his cell phone screen. "When he's online, you know. But I can't pick up my phone."

Busy with grumbling, Amara unknowingly steps closer to Dimas, then shows the man her phone.

"Nih Mas, look. He's online, right? But why don't you pick up my phone?"

"Maybe Miranda's online but overslept, honey. That's why I didn't pick up the phone." Dimas tried to calm down but Amara still looked annoyed. "Udahlah, dear. Positive thinking."

Because Amara was still silent, Dimas had to pull his wife's body to be taken into the lap. Hoping that the girl's frustration subsided, in fact what happened was precisely Amara buyak. It seemed that Amara was surprised and unexpected.

As the two pairs of eyes turned, Dimas's firm iris stared softly but demandingly. Made Amara's nerves like paralyzed so that he was unable to struggle and ended up resigned when Dimas put a kiss on his right cheek.

"Why bother changing clothes? We don't need that yet, do we?" Gently rubbing his wife's cheek, Dimas asked quietly after letting go of the kiss.

Without intending to wait for Amara's reply, Dimas resumed the word.

"It's our first night. Why don't we take advantage of it by doing beautiful things?"

Dimas who plays Amara's hair finally realized that his wife's hair was still half wet.

"Your hair is still wet, honey. Can I dry it?"

Amara's eyes suddenly blinked. He once felt a soft touch of Dimas' hands while drying his hair. It feels very comfortable and pleasant. What's wrong if he feels that again? Although impressed to take advantage of his status as a wife, after all, he was not the one who asked, right? Dimas himself offered.

"Byeah" said Amara with eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"Yuk." Dimas pulled Amara's hand, bringing the girl to sit in front of the dressing table.

Amara was very obedient to Dimas, while Dimas was very gentle with Amara. So perfect. While drying his wife's hair using a hair dryer, Dimas invited his wife to talk while occasionally throwing compliments.

"Darling, you've got that beautiful hair. Why did it have to be hidden?"

Amara smiled before answering. "Because I just want to show this hair to my husband. Understood?"

Amara's soft voice made Dimas smile. Her hand still plays the hair dryer but her eyes keep looking at Amara's face.

"I'm the lucky one" said Dimas, asking Amara's question. He watched Amara to see her expression, it turned out that time Amara rolled her eyeballs like doubting Dimas' words. "I don't believe it."

"You're overreacting."

"No," said Dimas. "Maybe you don't know, the first time I can see your hair I feel like I'm getting a windfall."

"Huh?"

"Yes. Like I got an immeasurable blessing. Especially now that I've managed to get the guy."

Amara suddenly looked at Dimas's face through the reflection of the mirror in order to dive into the man's honesty. Putting aside shame. Ignoring heart rate that is timid.

You know how Amara feels right now? Like floating above the clouds and lying on the flowers that are blooming.