The Nurse's Choice of Man

Fall asleep

Amara screamed in pain. While his hand moves reflexively holding the back of his head. The collision was so strong that it caused extreme pain. His body slumped and sat on the floor. Dizziness was whack and his vision was like foggy and almost darkened. But he did not want to faint and fall down just like that, Amara also gnawed and tried to control himself.

At the same time, suddenly a groan came from Dimas' mouth. With his hands cupped to his head, Dimas was in so much pain that he leaned over and then toppled over on the floor.

The dimas that was limp certainly caused Amara panic. The girl who was still in pain tried to get up from her position of composure. Ignoring the pain, he crawled closer to Dimas who was not far from him.

"Mas Dimas," said Amara, trying to hold Dimas' hand which was firmly pressing on his head.

"Deliver!" Dimas brushed off Amara's hand violently. That white face flushed out. His teeth gritted withstanding the pain. Dimas grimaced while squeezing his head. "Lo doesn't know Mara, my head hurts! I can't stand Mara, I can't stand it! It feels better I die than every day to have to feel this kind of pain!"

"Mas Dimas don't talk like that!" sentak Amara quickly to stop the mix Dimas that began to be unreasonable.

"Lo doesn't understand what I'm feeling, Mara! Because of this pain, I can't sleep quietly! My body can suddenly spasm if I take medication late. And my life depends on the medicines you love! I want to get out of this all Amara! I want to go!" With a patter of tears, Dimas's echoing cry filled the soundproof room.

Dimas' body stiffened from the unbearable pain. The man curled up to suppress the pain. If only his hair could he hold, Dimas would have grabbed it all out.

"Mas Dimas hold for a bit. I'll take painkillers in the room." Amara. But the pull of Dimas had to stop his foot that was about to step.

Closing his eyes the man shook weakly. "Gue's tired of taking drugs, Mara. I'm tired. I don't want to take any more medicine. I'm resigned."

For a while Amara could only be stunned Dimas was full of pity. The man seemed to suffer so much that he thought dying was the only way to end the suffering.

Feeling unbearable, Amara sat on the floor and held Dimas' head on her thigh.

"Mas Dimas can beat me?" Amara patted Dimas' cheek gently until the man opened his eyes. He smiled softly seeing the man still responding to his words. "Istighfar, Mother. Reconcile. You sinned to have said that. Believe me you'll be healed. I'll stay here until you're cured even if you're always bad about me." Amara's soft fingers moved to massage Dimas' head very carefully.

"Go lo! Stay with me, let me die here." Dimas' hand was still trying to push Amara, but his now weakened body did not support his efforts. Until there is no choice but to surrender to accept the existence of Amara without being able to rebel.

Apparently, a gentle massage from Amara's hand turned out to provide a comfortable sensation for Dimas. I don't know what spell Amara chanted, until gradually fade the pain. The head that was originally like being hit in a row, now seems to be destroyed no longer.

Either the drug does react or the touch of Amara's hand that makes it like this. But certainly, the comfort he felt made Dimas' eyes slowly begin to close.

As if he did not want to let go of that comfort, Dimas turned around and wrapped his hands around Amara's waist so tightly that he did not care about the rebellious Amara.

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Dimas blinked as he woke up and opened his eyes. Surprise ambushed as he felt another warmth from something he was embracing. It was not the bolster pillow that was in his arms at this moment. But a body with white clothes that are sleeping soundly with a sitting position leaning against the wall.

Dimas shook his head and chuckled as he started to remember everything. He who did not give Amara a chance to escape, until finally this veiled girl fell asleep with him.

I do not know how long he had trapped the body of this girl until the tired face was visible even though Amara was in a state of deep sleep. Dimas tried to reveal a little bit of the arm of Amara's clothes, intending to look at the watch attached to the girl's wrist.

But Dimas' efforts seem to disturb Amara's sleep until the girl is shocked to see Dimas in front of her.

Inching back, Amara stared fearfully at Dimas who was watching her. "Mas Dimas is doing it here!" scared shit.

"Huh?" Dimas screeches. "Not wrong is that? I should be the one, why here? This is my room, tau!" Intentionally raising his voice, Dimas put on an annoyed face while snapping at Amara.

Amara circulated the view to the entire corner of the room. The girl suddenly lowered her head while biting her lower lip. He was stunned embarrassed, not daring to return the gaze of Dimas who was smiling disdainfully.

"Lo wants to benefit me who is not aware anymore, right? I know you hugged me. Ngaku!" accuse Dimas of pointing the finger at Amara.

Amara nodded quickly. "Not me, is it! It wasn't me who hugged Mas Dimas but-,"

"You accuse me, lo!" cut the Dimas before Amara finished his speech.

Amara just kept quiet while biting her lower lip. Trying to contain himself, his logical mind again shouted a warning alarm. Explaining it until the foaming mouth will never change Dimas's view of him. He feels sane, so what's the fight with a madman for. Free.

"Buruan bahain eat! I'm hungry." Dimas threw his face away after staring at Amara like he was fed up. As if to show how much hatred he had for the girl.

I don't hate it because Amara doesn't even know. But he tries to understand and accept because this is indeed a risk from his work. If indeed before Dimas was a good man, maybe because of the inner pressure that made him like this.

Trying to get up and stand up, Amara ignored the growing pain in her head. He can estimate his head is now bruised and bruised. If only he had time to apply the ointment and consume pain medication, maybe now it will not hurt this much.

Dimas followed Amara with his gaze until the girl's figure disappeared behind the door. A satisfied grin appeared on her lips as she recalled Amara's cute and adorable fear.

"Funny. Who is wrong, who is afraid. Amara, Amara." Dimas chuckled as he got up from his seat.

Stepping slowly towards the bed, he smiled happily when he felt his head was fine as if nothing had happened before. Laying his body there, Dimas stared at the ceiling of the room with a floating wishful thinking.

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