The Nurse's Choice of Man

What's Lo's name?

"Wake up, lo!"

Dimas' half-screaming voice managed to surprise Amara until the girl jumped back. His hand spontaneously pulled the edge of the blanket until it covered his entire cornered body squeezing the head of the bed.

Somehow Amara was not aware of the existence of Dimas who had been sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. Even Dimas' eyes seemed to be watching him with a sharp glare.

"Don't you, sleep well all night. Satisfied you, have nyicipin poison concoction lo yourself?" Dimas chuckled happily triumphant. A satisfied grin was clearly visible on his lips.

I don't know since when Dimas woke up. Or maybe he didn't sleep? What is clear in this blind morning, he already looks neat with a plain white T-shirt combined with night blue casual pants.

Dimas caught sight of Amara lowering the blanket and ventured to peek at him.

"That's what you love me every day. It's good, you can sleep well all night!" quipped Dimas while laughing with satisfaction. "Lo joking right, if I sleep all day! Let what? Let you relax. Aye!"

Amara shook her head quickly as a form of denial. "Not Sir, is it not. I appease Master so that Master's body does not spasm. And the medicine I gave was according to the prescription that Doctor Khanza gave me. Really!"

Dimas screeches. "Lo think I believe!" he said in a dubious tone, then folded his hands in front of his chest.

Amara just bowed lethargic. As hard as he denies, it won't help. Dimas would not accept it because the man was stubborn. Moreover, there is a nervous breakdown in his head.

"Oh yeah, you want to know what I did during your sleep in my room?" ask her then with a naughty grin.

Amara looked up in shock. His face was flushed, unable to hide his shame and fear. "What have you done?" with fear - fear Amara ventured to ask.

"What do you think?" while grinning Dimas also rose. Rasain lo I work. Tasty mom. Who told you to give me my peace? I guarantee, after this you will be embarrassed to die with me, haha! Dimas was deepening while giggling in his heart.

Leisurely the man stepped closer to the bed, and stood right on the side while holding his chest.

While Amara, the girl who was still sheltering under the covers, dared to look up at Dimas while biting his lower lip.

Dimas raises one leg on the bed by using the knee as a pedestal. He leaned forward and approached Amara. "If a man and a woman are in one room, what do they do, try?" whispered in a seductive tone. Dimas even stumbled while raising his eyebrows repeatedly.

Suddenly it makes wild thoughts enter the brain of Amara. The girl's face was paled, wracked with great shame and fear. "I ask you not to come any closer!" amara shouted as she flicked her hand as a signal to keep Dimas from approaching. He inched further away, squeezing the edge of the blanket with his trembling hands.

Instead of staying away, Dimas began to sit on the edge of the bed. His smile grew delighted, as if so enjoying the show.

"What do you want, sir! What do you want!" Shouted Amara as she closed her eyes and turned away. He bent his knees and made his feet and hands a protective shield.

Clettak!

Amara squealed in pain as Dimas' fingers touched her forehead. The girl opened her eyes and rubbed her painful forehead while looking at Dimas with a confused face.

"Basic hustle!" Maki Dimas on Amara when their views meet. "Gue just wants to grab my phone that you've been overlapping all night!" he said in an annoyed tone, then grabbed the phone that was on Amara's side. Then pull the body and stand on the side of the bed.

Amara suddenly rounded her eyeballs. He could feel his face flushed. Not because of holding back anger, but the shame that ambushed to the crown. The girl hid her face while biting her lower lip.

A moment of silence, until then Dimas stopped his hand and turned his gaze towards Amara. "Well, you're still here? Out there!" throw it away with a snapshot.

Amara's reflexes jump in fear. He immediately ran towards the door and tried to open it with trembling hands.

"Hey!" call Dimas half-screaming, making the body of the girl standing at the door instantly petrified.

Duh, what else? amara closed her eyes. His teeth were also gritted when he imagined what other bad events would happen to him.

Amara took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to neutralize the feeling. She put on her sweetest smile before turning around. "Yes, sir, what's wrong?" tanyanya friendly.

"Who's your name?"

"Marry, Sir."

Dimas dropped his body on the bed and leaned his back casually on the head of the bed. "Who told you to call me Master?" ask him nonchalantly without staring at the other person.

Amara shook her head slowly and then replied. "Nothing, Sir."

"Gue doesn't like that call."

"Huh?" Amara knitted her brows. "Then what should I call you?" He was silent for a moment while looking for the right call. "Mr?" half the question.

"Father, again," Dimas screeched. "Gue is not your father! What I look like is that old to the point that there are fathers!"

Amara nodded quickly. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't mean that" he said regretfully. He then bowed in full submission. After a moment of silence, he also ventured to ask so that the problem could quickly be resolved and he was free from the punishment that Dimas might give. Isn't facing the problem much better than dodging?

"Then what should I call you?" tanyanya.

"Whatever!" Dimas replied annoyed. "Lo really not horrified or just pretending not to be horrified? You know what the maid in this house calls me by what name!"

"Mas Dimas," replied Amara weakly.

"That's all you know!"

Dimas observed Amara who was still silent and lowered his head deeply. "Ngapain is still standing there!"

Amara almost jumped when Dimas suddenly shouted. His hands suddenly massaged the chest, where the location of his suddenly throbbing heart was there.

"Shower there! Keep bringing me breakfast here."

Amara immediately nodded with relief. "Good Sir. Uh, Mas Dimas." Amara immediately uttered her words as Dimas' eyes glared sharply at her.

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