The Nurse's Choice of Man

Not a weak man

Amara very carefully cut the nails on Dimas' fingers one by one. Dimas who was in a stable condition seemed passive calm. He just shut up and let Amara do her job.

But the man did not want to say when Amara asked him to communicate. His eyes were blank looking far ahead. Even when Amara tried to pinch even the man still did not budge.

"Hey sir, what did you see there? Is there a pretty girl in there, so you're glued to it like that?" Amara who was sitting on the small chair looked at Dimas with her head tilted. His eyes did not blink waiting for the man to answer. But it seemed to be in vain, Dimas still paid him no heed.

Because I talk to myself, I feel like I'm crazy. Do I have to be crazy to talk to crazy people? Amara murmured in the heart.

"It's over ...!" Amara spoke in a carefree tone, then placed Dimas' weak hand into the lap of the man sitting in the wheelchair.

Amara frowned as she stared at the unblinking Dimas. He sighed softly, then got up from his seat and stepped around the pajama-clad man before stopping right behind him.

Amara bowed, figuring out exactly what Dimas was watching. He frowned confused. Actually there was nothing there, only the trees whose leaves were swayed by the breeze that afternoon.

So he's daydreaming? Or is his mind wandering, somewhere? Huffth, if this is the case what do I have to do to make this ice sculpture move?

"So that's your girlfriend?" Finally Amara launched his crazy idea. Trying doesn't hurt, does it? "It's pretty, yeah. But what's the point of being beautiful if she's a traitor. Look at him Sir, look at him! He went with another man. And you just let it go. Ck ck ck," Amara clucked while shaking her head. "You weak man, sir. Very very weak. You should get up and take your lover again! Not that it's falling like this!" Amara spoke in a provoking tone, but without any implicit intent. For Amara only exposes her own annoyance.

But without Amara guessing, it turns out that his speech was like a suggestion that penetrated into Dimas' brain and made the man flinch. Spontaneously he reacted by grabbing Amara's chin and gripping her roughly.

Dimas looked at Amara with a sharp look of anger. His face was red with a hardened jaw.

Amara turned her eyes wide. He was very surprised and even more afraid if the man acted far away with their faces only a few centimeters away. He held Dimas's hand so that the man could take off his grip even if it was free.

"I'm not a weak man! I'm not falling! I'll take it back into my arms. Remember that!" dimas shouted right in front of Amara's face before then violently letting go. After that he got up and stepped limply leaving Amara who was still stunned confused in place.

Only after waking up, Amara ran in a hurry to follow Dimas while pushing a wheelchair.

"Master! You are still weak. Don't walk yet! Let me help you." Amara grabs Dimas' hand to stop him.

Instead of stopping, Dimas just brushed Amara's hand hard. "Take me off! I'm not a weak man!" his jolt violently pushed Amara's body firmly until the girl staggered back.

I don't know what Dimas felt at the time. He seemed to round his eyes while shaking his head. His two hands moved simultaneously touching and massaging his head violently. He groaned while grimacing. And soon fell down with the body overpower Amara who was not strong enough to hold his body.

***

"There's no need to worry Amara, she's not that serious with her head. He's just fainting." Doctor Khanza explained casually after doing an examination on Dimas.

"Doctor Khanza sure nothing bad happened to Mr Dimas?" Amara asked with a worried tone. "I'm afraid there's been a violent bump in his head when he fell unconscious earlier."

"It's just your concern, Amara. There was nothing to worry about from Dimas. To be more sure again, we do a more complete examination after Dimas siuman later yes," said Dr. Khanza again to calm Amara.

Amara nodded slowly. "Good Doctor."

Doctor Khanza then resigned to continue his work. Amara drove him to the door, then closed it back until the meeting.

Now only he and Dimas were lying unconscious in the room. Amara stepped closer to the bed, and looked at Dimas' worried face.

It is hard to have responsibility. Moreover, Dimas' parents have mandated Dimas to him. Then what if Dimas' health instead of improving but actually getting worse?

Amara sighed softly while pressing the base of her nose that felt dizzy. The mixed thoughts made him unable to calm down. He was even just pacing around trying to think of a way out.

While Amara was confused, a moaning sounded from Dimas' lips. The man blinked his eyes after a rumble from his stupor.

The surprised Amara immediately ran up to the bed and stood right at the side of Dimas' head. "Master Dimas is conscious? Does your head feel dizzy? Or still sick? " Amara strafed Dimas with questions.

Dimas circulated his gaze throughout the room with a puzzled facial expression. He knew this wasn't his room. So where is it? his gaze also turned down staring at the back of his hand which was attached to an infusion hose. He snorted. Dimas eventually realizes that Amara has taken him to the hospital.

"Gapain you bring me here!" Dimas asked in a high tone while looking at Amara with a sharp highlight. His right hand moved to release the infusion tube forcefully. Fresh blood poured from there. Dimas grimaced as he threw the infusion hose.

Amara rounded her eyes full of panic. "Master why are you out!" his protests were astonished to mix with annoyance. "Don't be rash!You still need treatment!"

"Gue doesn't hurt! I want to go back." Even inching aside to the edge of the rajang, then rise and stand.

"Master don't force, your body is still weak." Amara tried to get Dimas to lie back on the treatment bed, but the man brushed his hand away.

"I told you, I'm okay! Don't make dong!" said Dimas half-stomping. Then he swung his legs weakly towards the door.

Amara growled in annoyance while following Dimas' steps behind. And cursed the stubbornness of the sickly man in front of him. But he felt worried too when many times Dimas was seen massaging his temple.

Amara half-running to balance Dimas' wide steps, until it was on the man's side and they walked in tandem. "Sir, I push in a wheelchair yes, it seems like you still feel dizzy," Amara bargained expectantly.

But instead of agreeing, Dimas's gaze crossed sharply towards Amara in response. Until making Amara's lips clenched stiff did not dare to say anything more.