The Nurse's Choice of Man

Like a thief caught red-handed

Amara brought a tray full of food with a glass of orange juice to Dimas' room. Although with a sense of anxiety, he ventured and still tried to carry out his duties properly. Needle syringe as well.

"Assalamualaikum" said the girl after opening the door she had knocked first. With a sweet smile adorning her face, Amara stepped closer to Dimas in calm steps.

"What the hell is it?" Dimas asked in a trenchant tone without turning to the one being asked. Seeming busy with his phone, the man was still in the same position before Amara left him earlier.

"I brought you breakfast for Mas Dimas. Mas Dimas' favorite fried rice Bi Eli's cooking." Amara who was standing not far from Dimas slightly lowered the position of the tray so that Dimas could see the contents clearly.

"Lo told Bi Eli to cook for me?" while glancing at Amara, Dimas asked by showing his dislike.

"No Mas, Bi Eli has been preparing it since then, really." Amara denied firmly to convince Dimas. "Please eat Mas, mumpung masuh warm," he said enthusiastically while thrusting the tray on Dimas.

Instead of accepting the tray, Dimas threw his face away. "Gue doesn't want to eat Bi Eli's cooking!" he said instantly with a cold face without sin.

"Huh? Loh, why Mas? Usually also Bi Eli who cook for Mas Dimas, why now suddenly do not like?" amara protests with Dimas's seemingly strange attitude all of a sudden. I don't know why he smelled the smells wrong from Dimas' behavior.

"Emang yes," replied Dimas quickly. "But as long as I'm sick, you're in charge of my health, right? Don't take responsibility dong! You should also pay attention to the food I consume. Including preparing and processing it with your own hands."

"So I myself have to cook food for Mas Dimas?" amara asked with a rising intonation. His eyes were perfectly round as if in disbelief.

"Yes, Iah! Wh why? Don't wanna?" While holding his chest, Dimas leaned Amara with a question of disdain. "If you don't want to, you just stay out of this house, easy right? Don't worry, your pay is intact, really!" he smiled with a proud smile.

I was the one who was told to cook. Where can I be? Most mentok also numis long beans. Then if he asks for a complicated meal how?

Dimas looked at Amara who seemed to be thinking. And when their views met, he said to make sure. "Where? I'm not good at what try. You are free from work, with a full salary as well. Cool, right," he said with eyebrows that go up.

Amara gave a very sweet smile. But Dimas knew the smile looked forced. "Now. I'm cooking for Mas Dimas." Amara answered quickly

Dimas snorted while turning his face away. Damnit. Why would he want to, anyway! He should have chosen to leave with a full salary. Why choose to stay and add to the work? The trick I was wearing failed. Looks like I need to try another way if this is the way.

Putting on a cynical face, Dimas turned his head and glanced at Amara with a sharp highlight. "Keep why are you still standing here? Cook up there!"

Amara stuttered and immediately nodded her head. "I-iya. Then excuse me," he said, then immediately swung his steps towards the door with his hands still carrying the unregarded fried rice.

"Hey, wait!"

Dimas' call made Amara stop his steps immediately. The hand that had touched the door handle suddenly trembled as the heart began to race faster. What else, anyway? inner scuffles.

Trying to be calm with a forced smile, Amara turned around. "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Here you!" Dimas flicked his index finger to get Amara closer.

Amara took a slow step while biting her lower lip. His vigilance increased and stopped in a position he thought was safe with a little further than Dimas.

Amara grimaced while nodding her head. "Yes," he said. Then sighed softly before then stepped closer with forced mimic.

Amara looked clumsy as Dimas observed himself from toe to head. Of course it made him feel uncomfortable, until his gaze was fixed on Dimas with a spotlight full of warnings.

While grunting in annoyance, the white girl ventured to ask. "Why look at me like that?"

Dimas screeched at Amara's question. "What do you mean? Do you think I'm interested in your usual body? Sorry, I'm not interested!" dimas said with a dismissive tone.

Amara was wry with a red tinge on her cheek. Dimas lips that always nyeplos without filtering often make it wirang. Amara could only gulp as the man repeatedly scolded. Sometimes even insulted him. He only thought it was nothing as long as it was thrown from the lips of a madman like him. Hehe.

But seeing the expression of Dimas who looked at him full of probing was unabashed to make him curious. He looked back at her with a frown. "Why see me like that?"

He slanted and then raised his hand. "Get out something that's on your shirt!" tell him while raising his chin.

Amara suddenly rounded his eyes.he should not be surprised when Dimas knew the storage of sacred objects that he had tasted as well. The man must have known he grabbed it out of his pocket before injecting it.

Not wanting to make Dimas suspicious, he tried to act calm as if he was hiding nothing.

"I don't keep anything in my pocket really." she said with a smile made as sweet as possible.

But apparently he still can not fool Dimas just like that. Because the man had caught his body language wrong.

With a stiff body, Amara shifted her legs and pulled away to get away from Dimas.

Like a thief caught red-handed, Amara insisted on hiding the injection needle even though the slightly protruding tip could be clearly seen by Dimas's watchful gaze.

Dimas clucked while shaking his hand that was still hanging in the air. The grin appears to express annoyance. "Don't you stay away rich? Here approaching! I know you're hiding something in your pocket. Aye! Ngaku!"

Amara shook her head. The veiled girl was still stubborn and unwilling to admit.

Dimas who felt annoyed finally moved from his place. He slowly approached Amara with a threatening look.

Intimidated, Amara withdrew slowly, stepping back. He bit his paled lower lip.

The horrified shadow of getting the injection again made his body tremble violently and impact on the vibrating tray in his grip. Amara widened in surprise as Dimas grabbed and gripped her arm. While the other hand the man was trying to reach something out of his pocket.

Dimas was triumphant after getting what he was looking for. His gaze then moved on Amara who was turning her face away as if she was evading. "It's what huh!" his jolt while showing the injection was in front of Amara's eyes.

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