The Nurse's Choice of Man

Revenges

"Astagfireullah! What have I done?" Dimas was shocked. He pulled from Amara's body to sit on the bed. His eyes were fixed on the syringe he was still holding. Somehow he felt pained by the object, until he immediately threw it in any direction with a disgusted expression.

Dimas sighed softly and then massaged his head which now felt normal, as if nothing had happened before. Though previously he felt like an invisible heavy object with holes teaching his head. And now it suddenly disappears by itself. Totally confused.

Although he was getting used to it, it still made him frustrated. Dimas was really tired. He really hated this kind of situation.

He looked up and closed his eyes for a moment. Trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feelings that enter the mind. His hand moved rubbing his face violently. A moment later he gasped when he realized that Amara was still lying there.

Dimas inching closer to Amara. He fell silent as he scanned the entirety of the helplessly lying body carefully. The tired-looking face was asleep in sleep with the forehead still wrinkled. It is as if storing a great sense of anxiety, behind a calm attitude and a sweet smile that is always on its back from its ripe lips.

I don't know why his mind is troughing. Suddenly Dimas felt a deep regret staring at the innocent face sinless because of his actions. However, he is only an ordinary man who does not escape from wrong and sin. As with this incident, everything just happened out of his control.

Dimas' instinct is only to save himself from the threat of forced injections that Amara always gives to make him lose consciousness. Dimas hated that. He did not like the body linger lying on the bed without doing anything.

Dimas raised both of his palms to chest level and watched them in turn. The hand he had used to hurt a girl without mercy until over and over again.

Dimas could even vividly recall ever biting Amara's hand, squeezing her arm, clawing even hitting. If only the girl did not manage to dodge, maybe her head has been repeatedly injured because she always reflexively threw objects. With this hand he had broken many things, broken cut utensils and anything nearby.

The hand that he used to use with tenderness now suddenly moves on its own uncontrollably hurting anyone nearby. Who tried to disturb the serenity in his comfortable silence.

But when he recalled Amara who suddenly came to ruin his mood. Being on his side and disturbing his tranquility. Forcing her to accept the girl's existence.

Amara had forced her to swallow a bitter medicine that she did not like. Prohibiting him from doing what he likes by forcefully injecting tranquilizers, making Dimas can only roll helplessly in his sleep without being able to do anything. It made him feel annoyed to put a sense of vengeance and cause hatred in his heart so deep.

A dismissive grin emerged from the corner of Dimas' lips when he felt victorious. Like a weapon that ate his master, Amara was uprooted by drugs that he concocted himself. The girl was completely resigned without a fight if only Dimas wanted to do anything against her.

However, again Dimas was not able to launch his revenge action. His heart softened instantly staring at the face as cool as dew in the morning as it sank into his comfortable sleep.

Pity reverberated in the chest. Thrashed and shouted alarm warnings not to touch him.

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The slender body under the closed blanket all night began to show its movement. Wiggling to stretch stiff body muscles. Roll to the right and to the left while hugging the bolster pillow that is on the side. He was awake, but his eyes still felt heavy to open.

But the sound of the reverberating Adhan forced the girl to wake up as usual. Given the obligations he had to establish, as well as the great responsibilities he bore on his shoulders.

Amara blinked to adjust the light that burst in greeting her black bead that was still sleepy. His hand moved shut his mouth that gaped wide as it yawned. Staring at the ceiling of different rooms, he circulated his gaze around and observed every corner of the room that he felt familiar with. Something's wrong here. This isn't his room.

Whaaat! I d** where! Climbing, Amara's body bounces up from the bed. His eyes were busy watching around. The design of the room and the bed that he is occupying. Obviously this wasn't the bed linen he had on yesterday.

He likes beautiful flowers. But why turn into a picture of a tiger showing fangs? Then where's my flower bed?

Trying to remember, his mind jumped back on the incident last night, where Dimas managed to inject the sedative into his body.

Amara was aghast and instantly silenced her gaped mouth. If I've been sleeping here all night, then what has happened to me as long as I'm unconscious? inner Amara wondered anxiously. He then lowered his head, observing himself still complete with his nurse uniform like yesterday complete with a hijab. It made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Wake up, lo!"

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