The Nurse's Choice of Man

The welcome is incredible

After talking for a while, Eli then reunited Amara with a mature woman who is said to be his employer. The beautiful woman looked younger than her age. Her appearance looked elegant with expensive clothes and jewelry attached to her body.

"Good morning Madam," said Amara kindly the first time their views met. For a moment Amara was stunned, she felt like she had met the woman, but when and where, she could not remember her clearly.

"You're Amara?" ask the woman flat. His gaze looked at Amara from foot to head as if dubious.

"Mistress's Mother." Amara nodded.

"I'm Amel, Madam in this house. Are you sure you want to work here? Has Doctor Khanza explained everything about your work here?"

"Here you go, madam." Amara nodded back.

The woman was slow-mouthed. He sighed deeply before then speaking with confidence. "I'm sure my son is not crazy. My husband and I refused to take her to a mental hospital. I believe, with proper treatment my son will be cured as usual." The woman momentarily fell silent, pausing her words with a slow sigh.

"When he got out of the hospital a few days ago he was declared cured by a team of doctors. But lately his emotions are back labile and explosive suddenly. I don't know how many nurses have come and gone. Everyone gives up for a variety of reasons."

Amara only nodded faintly in response to Amel's story. He listened carefully to every word he said.

"I only accept someone who really wants to work, Amara. Not someone who just wants to mess around. So I need to make sure again, do you really want to work here?"

Amel's pressing question left Amara stunned. He has to decide before he sees clearly what his job is. It's like buying a cat in a sack. But it's already a responsibility. He resigned and decided to work here. So there's no other choice.

"I've been steady to work here, Madam." Amara answered firmly and with confidence.

"good. I like your determination." A satisfied grin was slanted wide on the lips of the woman who neatly dabbed her hair. "I so hung my hopes up with you. I hope you can keep your trust and not disappoint me. I'll give you a big bonus if I manage to take care of him."

***

Amara followed behind as the woman led her towards the back garden area, where her son was there.

From a distance, Amara could see a man sitting pensively in a wheelchair. Wrapped in sleeping pajamas wrapped around his thin body, the position of the man with the weight on his head was behind him and facing right towards the morning sun. Amara stopped not far from there, while Amel continued to move closer to his son.

Smiling, Amel affectionately stroked the soft back of her son. But the man didn't even react. Dimas did not respond at all to the presence of his mother.

"Dimas," Amara suddenly frowned when she heard the name called. "Mama wants to introduce someone to you" continued Amel with his back half bent to get closer to his son.

Dimas sighed softly. He looks lazy to respond to his mother. "Who else, Ma. Who else did Mama bring!" the man half shouted. "Thousands of times I've said I don't need a nurse!"

"But you need a nurse to take care of you son-in-law"

"I don't need it!" cut the Dimas hard.

Amel sighed softly. He then crouched right in front of Dimas. The woman in a long brown dress looked up at her son's eyes.

"Dimas" said Amel. "We need a nurse to monitor your health, son."

"Is she a woman?" tanya Dimas is full of search.

Amel nodded deeply with a face full of regret.

Dimas snorted while turning his face away. She thought her mother would bring a female nurse to take care of her. He hates. Dimas doesn't like it. Because every time he saw a foreign woman who tried to approach him, Dimas' memory always returned to Naura and the girl's betrayal.

"Get him now, Ma!"

Amel was flabbergasted and immediately shook his head quickly as a form of rejection. "Cannot Be Stamped. We can't kick him out! We need un-"

Amara grimaced in pain, but her hand still caught the flat object so quickly that it did not fall to the floor.

The sudden event certainly happened beyond Amel's expectations. The middle-aged woman stood up with shocked eyes. He looked at Amara who was rubbing her temple with an anxious face. "Mara, are you okay?" ask to make sure. While Amara only smiled wryly in response.

Amel turned his gaze towards the son who was apparently still staring intently at Amara. Dimas' hands were clenched, while his jaws were hardened. Amel could confirm that his son was really angry.

Amel immediately bent down and quickly cupped Dimas' face and forced the man to look at him.

"Dimas, look at Mama, son. Look Mama!" urged Amel full of anxiety. But Dimas's head was so heavy that he forced it, that the man still directed a menacing gaze towards Amara.

Without warning, Dimas got up from his seat. His expression was dark and horrible. Trudgingly he stepped quickly towards Amara like he wanted to attack. "Go lo! I don't need anyone to serve me! I don't need a woman in my life! Go!!!"

***

Dimas' unconscious lunglai body has been successfully laid down on his bedroom bed by Amara and Amel.

Luckily Amara was able to paralyze the already uncontrollable Dimas and inject a sedative at the right time. The martial arts he learned in high school turned out to be useful in situations like this.

The two women's breathing gasped, after desperately trying to move Dimas' body from the wheelchair. The two rested for a moment in silence to normalize their breathing.

In silence, Amel apparently observed Amara still focusing on looking at Dimas with a look of wonder. The girl ignored her bruised temple and of course it hurt. The girl focused on taking care of Dimas.

Amel cleared a small thud, and it managed to attract Amara's attention. The veiled girl immediately directed her gaze towards him.The two smiled awkwardly as the two neutrals met each other.

"Mara, are you okay?"

For a moment Amara was stunned, not expecting if the question was thrown from Amel's lips. "I? Oh, Sa-I'm fine, ma'am," she replied clumsily. Amara was silent for a moment, then looked at Amel with a face full of regret. "Madam, I'm sorry" said Amara, feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry? Apologize for what?"

"Does the madam not mind me using such a means earlier to incapacitate, sir?"

Amel smiled in response to Amara's natural behavior. His self-neglected and patient-centered attitude clearly proves that this girl is professional in her work.

"I should be the one apologizing. On your first day of work you have received a great reception" said Amel with a small laugh. But Amara could feel that the laughter contained a trace of sadness.

"It's common for me, ma'am," Amara said slowly.

"Are you going to back off after you know what kind of person you're going to take care of?" Amel asked in a defiant tone. "Are you the same as the nurses I brought? They chose to retreat before trying because they were not strong against Dimas. Or are you different from them?"

Amara shook her head slowly. "I will stick to my decision to work here Madam" he replied firmly with a face full of confidence.

Amara's reply really felt like a fresh breeze greeting under the scorching sun for Amel. The middle-aged woman looked as if in disbelief.

His smile was on its back with a happy hue implied on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Amara's body without warning.

"Thank you Amara. You are my helper, he said after releasing a hug while staring at Amara full of days.

Amara's body was riveted. He did not expect Amel's reaction to be this warm to him. It was completely different from the first impression he had captured earlier.

"Don't hesitate Madam, I will try my best for your recovery." Amara spoke in a soft tone, as if she was unsure of what she was saying.

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