The Nurse's Choice of Man

Guns for eating, sir

Amara is done with her business. He appears to be carrying a tray containing food and drinks and taking a leisurely step towards Dimas' room.

Before opening the door, Amara first knocks on her and says her greetings. No words could be heard from inside making him immediately open the door with anxious feelings.

But he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Dimas sitting leaning on the head of the bed while looking down at a book he placed on his lap.

"Good night, sir. Now is the time for dinner" said Amara cheerfully as she placed the meal on the nightstand.

"Died the food there. Let me eat, not hungry." Without looking at Amara, Dimas spoke coldly. Either too serious with his book or maybe lazy to stare at his treatment.

"But then Master really ate and took the medicine, right?" Amara immediately asked as if doubting the words Dimas had revealed just now.

Dimas sighed softly then turned the lazy eyeball. The man in dark pajamas closed the book, turned to Amara and looked at her. "Yes-yes. You're a baffle," he's upset. He then threw the book in his hand towards the bottom, until it hit another book scattered at the end of the bed.

Dimas raised his gaze and looked at Amara who was observing his messy room with a look of wonder.

He smiled slanted. "Why lo? Wonderful to see my room is a mess!" ask later with high intonation.

"No, Mister. I am not surprised, really," replied Amara calmly with a smile. He ignored Dimas' careless look at him, and kept his eyes rolling all over the corner of the room with fused fingers on the back.

"Lo clean this room! While I eat."

Amara turned to look at Dimas and then nodded obediently. "Okay sir" he said steadily. Then back to comb the room with a view, as if he was weighing before he decided where to start.

Let's see, will be at home until when if every day I work like this. I am sure you are also the same as those who run in a storm cannot hold me! Just keep smiling, smile. But I know you're also sprains, right the same me? Hahaha,, rasain you! Brush the mess I caused! Dimas saturate in the heart while giggling.

The tall man immediately got out of bed. The tray filled with food on the nightstand, then took him to the sofa located in the left corner of his spacious room.

While eating his food, Dimas seemed to occasionally observe Amara who was compiling books that he deliberately made a mess.

Dimas even deliberately scattered his clothes that have been neatly arranged in the closet. Bed sheets and pillowcases also appear to be separated from where they should be and scattered everywhere.

Amara sighed softly as she moved to start cleaning up the mess one by one. He just tried to be patient, so as not to be easily controlled by anger when having to serve the wishes of a depressed man who was working it all out. He knew Dimas did it on purpose. With what purpose? Of course so he immediately lifted his foot from there.

Hohoho, it's not that easy that I give up, sir. The more you try to expel me, the more I insist on staying here.

The determination and strong belief to make Dimas recover was what kept him here. And the desire to distance himself from Juan. It seemed that this busyness was right to take his mind off the man who had filled the empty space in his heart.

Amara's eyes repeatedly glanced at the nightstand which he believed was the place where Dimas kept a photo of the lover. Even a plan he had been thinking about while he was busy with this revamp.

Time continued to roll until Amara completed a job that was completely unrelated to her profession. A happy smile seemed to decorate on his face along with a sigh of relief.

Dimas who felt like he had failed with his attempt looked furious and clenched both hands. Damn, he might not complain, anyway! Though I've tried all out to make this room so messy. It was almost like a ship had broken. But how can he hold it! Am I not maxed out, huh? in his heart. Not broken charcoal, he seemed to think of finding another way to prank Amara.

But it seems that Amara is not aware of it because Dimas did not voice his pain at all. He seems too eager to immediately find a photo of Dimas' lover, until the illegible Dimas looks start to lose control.

When Amara opened the nightstand drawer and saw a photo of a beautiful girl, her eyes immediately sparkled with pleasure. Even on purpose he took out the photo and showed it to Dimas - who was leaning on the couch - as if he was looking.

"Sir, is this a photo of your lover? Beautiful too yes, apparently," said Amara enthusiastically. But his gaze was still fixed on the photo with great admiration.

Without Amara guessing, what he did was like a lighter. The girl did not know if her actions ignited the emotions of Dimas who had been trying since he had been trying to endure. It made his blood boil from the rage that raged.

Until when Amara raised his gaze, he was immediately whipped in panic along with an empty glass floating in the air. Dimas actually threw his drinking glass towards Amara.

Luckily the veiled girl managed to dodge at the right time, so the glass only hit the wall behind her. Amara suddenly rounded her eyes while covering her open mouth. The girl momentarily observed the back and found the glass smashed to pieces with broken glass strewn everywhere.

When he returned his gaze to Dimas, he was again terrified to see the man's stern gaze. Especially with his clenched palm.

"Let go my lover! She's mine! I won't let anyone touch her! Release her!" dimas' hysterical screams blared across the airtight room. Amara's body immediately shook with fear. His hand moved to touch the ears due to the sound of Dimas which was so deafening.

Dimas's sharp gaze on Amara made the girl understand what Dimas meant. So Amara immediately returned the photo back to its place.

"Sir, I have no intention of touching your lover. Really am. You can trust me. So please, calm yourself, sir," persuaded Amara with trembling lips while retreating slowly. The scorching dimas began to rise and stepped closer to him with a threatening look.

"You took it from me! You've taken mine!" Dimas shouted while pointing his index finger at Amara.

Amara shook her head repeatedly as a form of denial. He who has squeezed the wall behind him cannot dwell anymore. Only his black bead was still aimed at Dimas with an attitude of anticipation.

The man in front of him was only a few hands away. But Amara still ventured to return the man's gaze to take a look. Amara was able to capture a trace of sadness at the frightening look of Dimas' eyes.

Amara's body was transfixed as Dimas gripped both of her shoulders tightly.

"Give him back to me! Give her back to me!" insist Dimas while shaking that slender shoulder. But the attitude of Amara who was just silent apparently made him rise black, then violently throw the slender body until it fell on the bed.

Dimas immediately jumped up, even before Amara managed to get up from there. The man quickly trapped Amara's body and strangled the helpless girl's neck firmly.

The hand of Amara who was trying to find a syringe in his pocket was not spared from Dimas's sight. No longer wanting to be made unconscious, the man took the injection from Amara's hands.

An evil grin was on its lips where a crazy idea suddenly appeared in Dimas' head. The man looked at Amara as he raised his eyebrows. Without warning, he quickly injected the sedative into Amara's arm. Until we can be sure the girl was finally unconscious.

"Eating weapon master," said Dimas with a triumphant expression.

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