The Nurse's Choice of Man

An unexpected meeting

While stepping, Amara's hand also worked typing a message to Doctor Khanza to tell this. The driver waited for them in the lobby.

But when he looked up, it turned out that he was far behind Dimas. So that makes it back must run in order to reach the side of the man.

"Sir, I have to finish your maintenance payment, how about you sit on the sofa first?" amara asked as they reached the reception.

Although lazy, but Dimas followed Amara's words and then sat on the sofa waiting room of the hospital.

"Don't dawdle. My head is dizzy." Dimas ordered in a flat tone without staring at the opponent he was talking to.

"Well, if you're still dizzy, why ask to go home, sir?"

"There's an elo!" Dimas stared intently at Amara full of warning. "Lo wants to escape responsibility by bringing me here, right?!"

Amara nodded quickly. "No sir, it's not so!"

Dimas screeched while throwing his face away. But when he realized Amara had not budged as well, he looked back at the girl with an annoyed face.

"Pay-for-price! You want to make me faint again!"

"No sir, I'm sorry." Amara bowed politely and turned around and walked towards the receptionist approaching her friends who were on duty there. While completing the payment, he also paid his farewell to his friends.

But instead of directly approaching Dimas, the girl actually took a wheelchair and pushed him towards where Dimas was sitting there.

"Sir, please sit here" said Amara in the tone of command.

"O-gah!" Reject Dimas with emphasis while rising from his seat and stepping away from Amara. The girl frowned and clucked in annoyance, with a look watching Dimas move away.

Amara then pushed the wheelchair back into place, before half running after Dimas who was seen already in the lobby.

When he saw Dimas grimacing while holding his head, Amara looked so worried. The girl immediately ran over to Dimas, then crouched down to compensate for Dimas who was sitting on the lobby stairs.

"Sir, are you okay?" Amara touched Dimas' head carefully. He watched Dimas with worry.

"Don't hold-hold!" snapped Dimas while pushing Amara's body firmly until the girl lurched back.

Dimas felt a severe dizziness that made him unable to control himself. Somehow this pain always suddenly came attacking mercilessly, but then just vanished like nothing happened, until Dimas felt like he was being played by his disease.

But because it often happens lately makes Dimas already feel accustomed to conditions like this. He was able to cope with the pain gradually on his own.

Mr. Mamad who was already in the lobby immediately ran across Dimas and Amara.

"Mas Dimas why?" mamad asked with a face full of worry while looking at Amara and Dimas alternately.

"It's okay sir, just a little dizzy. Later is also good," Dimas said in a relaxed tone even though his hand was still moving to massage his temple.

Mr. Mamad was dumbfounded to hear Juan's answer, then looked at Amara with a questionable expression. Amara herself only shook her head faintly, because she herself did not know what Dimas was feeling.

Dimas suddenly rose from his seat to make Amara and Mamad surprised and suddenly rose up.

"Where is Dimas going?" mamad asked confused.

"Yes go home, I do! Take care of parking." Dimas replied indifferently as he started to step even though he was a little limped.

Mamad soon followed. "Let's help you get in the car, Mas" asked Mamad as he reached for Dimas' hand to help the man walk.

Amara just sighed softly while her head was staring at the stubborn Dimas. He leaned over to reach for the bag containing Dimas's equipment. It was about to step but was restrained as someone quickly clutched his hand to hold back.

Amara who was surprised turned her head. For a moment he was fixated with his mouth open to see the figure who was grasping his hand. He even rounded his eyes as if in disbelief.

The handsome face that he so longed for was clearly visible before his eyes. Even smiling very sweetly and looking at her full of haru. Amara was fascinated until she forgot everything. Forgetting where he was, forgetting that Dimas was waiting for him and forgetting that he was trying hard to avoid the man in front of him.

What Amara feels now is just happiness, and heartburn that goes over and over in the chest. More and more rumbles to voice love. His heart that was frozen from longing was now melted by the meeting.

Unknowingly Amara's clear eyes were coated by water ripples. His eyes glazed over with an incredible taste of haru. He could even feel the cold heat all over his body.

"Mara. Mar, where have you been? I've been looking for you all this time!" Juan shook Amara's arm because he was so enthusiastic. Amara gasped and blinked her eyes. "You know, every day I come here to see you! Why did he suddenly leave without news? You've been anywhere, Amara!" Juan scouts Amara with questions.

Amara suddenly gasped. He sipped his saliva heavily. The girl is still trying to control herself. Aware, Amara then shook her head slowly. Something's wrong here. This unexpected encounter, it shouldn't have happened.

"Marrion?" call Juan again to wake the girl from her daydream. "You okay?"

Amara stutters. Then shake fast. "I-I'm fine, Juan." Amara answered with a stern answer. Then he showed a smile that he forced. "As you can see now," he continued to reassure.

"Where have you been all this time! Are you avoiding me on purpose?" Juan urged with a curious facial expression.

"I'm at work Juan. Sorry, I have to go." Amara pulls her hand, trying to get away from Juan. But the man seemed reluctant to let go. Juan even further tightened the check.

"Yes Amara, I know. You're still wearing your official clothes. But tell me first, where do you work now?"

"Sorry Juan, I have to go" said Amara Lirih. His left hand held Juan's arm and pulled him until the man let go. For a moment they stared at each other, before Amara then ran towards the car after successfully escaping. Quickly go to the left side next to the driver.

Juan did not give up, he stepped quickly to the car and knocked on the car glass where Amara was sitting.

"Mara, please open! We're not done talking! Amara open!" urge Juan while banging on the glass of the car. The man looked more agitated when he saw Amara not responding to him.

Suddenly the glass in the second row opened, and the angry looking face of Dimas poked out from there.

"Woy! No manners, lo!" yelled Dimas with a sharp cross-eyed look.

But Juan only glanced briefly at Dimas. Intending to ignore him, Juan banged on Amara's door which was still tightly closed while calling the girl.

"From plis! Let's talk for a second. Amara!"

"Lower fucking shit! You want to wreck my car, huh!" Dimas looked increasingly furious at Juan's behavior. But he felt this was not important and wasted time so chose to ignore it. He pulled his head, looked at Mamad and said, "Road sir!" his orders to Mamad while closing the windshield.

The car is speeding. But until some time after the hospital died, only silence stretched.

From his place, Juan who was sitting right behind Mamad seemed to notice Amara sitting in front. Although not sounding, but Dimas can confirm if Amara was crying through his shoulders were shaking violently. Since then, the girl has always hidden her face. His hands also seemed to be silencing his mouth. It might have been intentional to hold his voice.

Dimas clucked while shaking his head. The man then laughed without a sound. "Based on hypocritical chicks," he murmured softly later.

Dimas sighed softly and then turned his gaze towards Mamad. "Stop sir!" doors later.

Mamad pulled the car over and stopped slowly. Then turned his body and turned towards Dimas. "What's wrong, what's left?"

Not responding to Mamad, Dimas directed a warning look at Amara. "Hey, Lo! Move over here!" juan said as he patted the empty seat beside him.

Amara immediately rubbed her eyes and hurriedly looked back. He looked at Dimas who was holding his chest with a confused face. "I mean sir, am I moving to the back?" ask her then while pointing the index finger at herself.

"Yes! If Mr. Mamad moves, who's driving!"

Amara nodded her head with a forced nod. "Okay sir," he answered obediently, then moved out of the car slowly. He opened the door and sat there carefully.

Dimas watched the gloomy-looking Amara, then thrust his hand to make the girl jump. "Mass my hands!" his orders with a pushy tone.

Instead of directly doing Dimas's wish, Amara actually blinked and looked at Dimas with a questionable expression.

"My hands are cramping!" Dimas spoke as if understanding the meaning of Amara's confused gaze.

Amara nodded. "Okay sir," he answered obediently, then grabbed Dimas' left hand that was still hanging in the air before then carefully scowling it.

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