The Nurse's Choice of Man

Massage on foot

"If there had not been an accident, I would never have felt this much pain. And had Naura not-" Dimas clenched his hand after unconsciously mentioning Naura's name. His jaw tightened and his eyes reddened, while his body began to tremble. The memory of the affair made Naura made him back up.

He also woke up and sat down. The feelings of regret, annoyance, anger and disappointment are mixed into one, when a beam of betrayal of the lover reappears and haunts his mind.

A heart injury that affects severe wounds all over the body. Because that woman at all times Dimas had to roll with unbearable pain and be friendly with adversity.

Two months after the accident Dimas still felt extreme pain. Tired and bored when every day must be faced with a variety of drugs and injections that Amara gave. Until he was almost desperate and thought death was the only way to escape this suffering.

Immediately Dimas' body stiffened again. He needs an outlet when that anger comes back. His now-red face was extinguished with a sharp unobtrusive look unconsciously reaching for the empty glass in the nightstand before then throwing it out of direction.

Pyarrr!

The sound of the glass clashing was simultaneously with the scream of a woman. How not. The glass that Dimas threw landed right on the side of the door that Amara was opening and was only a few centimeters from his head.

Amara froze in place with perfectly rounded eyes and hands silencing her open mouth. While his left hand carrying the tray looked trembling.

For a moment the silence stretched. Although Amara and Dimas are looking at each other, but both are wrestling with their respective minds. Amara could see the shock on Dimas's face. And he can be sure, this happens not because of the element of the deliberate nature of the man. Also visible from Dimas' expression that suddenly softened, as if ambushed by regret.

Amara sighed deeply, before finally daring to step up. Ignoring his trembling body, he also acted calm as if nothing had happened before. Even he still had a smile on his back even though it was very forced.

"Mas Dimas, Bi Eli cooks rawon specifically for Mas, you know." Amara spoke while twisting her eyes. Then show something on the tray to Dimas before then put it on the nightstand.

After concocting the complement, the girl sat on the edge of the bed while carrying a rawon bowl complete with her rice. The pleasant aroma that came out really tempted the sense of smell and the stomach of Dimas who was already starving.

"What do you eat yourself?" asked Amara enthusiastically. A second the views of the two clashed with each other, before then Dimas threw his face with his haughty attitude.

"Gue eat alone." ketus Dimas. And took the bowl from Amara's hand. Because of the hunger that he was no longer able to bear, without the cue Dimas immediately ate it greedily.

Feeling no longer needed, Amara shuffled and intended to get out of Dimas' room.

"Where are you going?" prevent Dimas while propping his leg on Amara's thigh as the girl plans to get up from her seat.

"You're out Mas" replied Amara, pointing at the door.

"Who told you to come out?" ask Dimas while raising his chin. His mouth is also still faithful to chew rice.

"Nothing," replied Amara with a weak shaking head. "Mas Dimas ate it himself, so I don't think I'm needed anymore. So I'm going to go out until I finish eating."

"Who said you weren't needed anymore? Lo my nurse, right? So your job is not just to eat food I keep living alone so! Yes, if I eat. If it turns out not! Who knows how I threw it again like I tried?" said Dimas again with a fed up look at Amara. But the girl was not upset, but instead spread her smile.

"Okay, I understand" he replied, nodding in understanding.

Dimas lowered his head and continued eating. Amara looked at the patient with a happy expression.

It apparently did not escape the attention of Dimas who accidentally saw Amara smiling when his head looked up.

Dimas stopped chewing and stared back at Amara. "Why are you smiling so richly?" with a mouth full of food.

Amara still smiled and shook her head slowly. "Nothing Mas, I'm just happy that Dimas has eaten so well, meaning that the taste buds of Mas Dimas are fine, right now?"

"It's because I'm starving! I was ravenous." Dimas sipped his last straw broth, before then stomping an empty bowl on his dining table.

Amara's eyes sparkled happily because Dimas ate it until it ran out without rest.

"You want to add more?" tawar Amara was so enthusiastic.

"Have, enough." Dimas answered flatly. His hand then moved to grab the glass, and gulped the water until it left a third. Putting the glass again, Dimas looked at Amara with narrowed eyes. "It's Bi Eli's cooking, right?"

"Yes, I told you. Why why?"

Amara turned her head in disbelief as she turned her sitting position. "I, Mas?" he asked while pointing to himself.

"Let's go!" ketus Dimas while folding both hands in front of the chest. Then looking at Amara narrowed eyes. "Why is that surprised? You can cook, right?"

Amara blinked and lowered her head and returned to her sitting position as before. He looked towards Dimas while smiling wryly. "Can be Mas. But just a little bit, he he," he replied, pointing at the tip of his index finger.

Dimas knitted his brows. "How rich are you, huh? You usually cook what to eat?"

Amara grimaced to show her neatly arranged rows of white teeth. "At home, I rarely cook Mas. It's just a cup for dinner." Amara answered while looking down shyly.

"Well! Not a curl in the stomach?"

Amara stared at her own stomach and grabbed her slowly. He stared at Dimas while shaking slowly. "Not curly, Mom. Straight drop!" protest with a face.

"Not a crisp stomach. But gut, Lo!" dimas said with an annoyed look at the stupid attitude of the girl in front of him. He then clucked while shaking the head. "When lo is a health worker, you should know dong, if instant noodles are not good for health!"

"But rarely, Mom. Not every day. Really!" amara protested while pointing two fingers to convince.

"But still you like to eat instant noodles!"

Although Dimas' words were always rude, they contained a trace of concern tucked in there. Amara could feel that, and she smiled faintly.

"From now on, you have to learn to cook. You have a huge responsibility for the food I eat."

"Okay, I understand." Amara nodded slowly.

Dimas sighed softly and leaned his head on the head of the bed casually. Looking at Amara who was pensive, he moved his legs that were in Amara's lap. "The massage of my feet trembles," he told her in a haughty manner.

"Massage?" Amara rounded her eyes of disbelief. He even repeated Dimas' words just to be convincing. "Ah, yes. Of course I will massage the legs of Mas Dimas. With pleasure, hehe." Quickly his hand moved to hold Dimas's leg when he saw the change in the man's facial water.

Amara began massaging Dimas's legs with the massage style she could. He kept a friendly smile despite his annoyed heart.

Glancing at Dimas who was still ripping off, he was looking for a topic of conversation to ward off tension. "What is it about?"

Instead of answering, Dimas stomped his feet. "More powerful, dong! Not feeling, this."

Amara gawked, then nodded in understanding. It then adds to the pressure of the massage. "Lookin?" tanyanya asked for certainty.

"Lack of urination."

"Then this?" Amara added more pressure to her hand. It was too strong to make Dimas scream.

"Ohhh!" Dimas pulled his legs while widening his eyes. "Damn it! You want to turn your feet on purpose, me?" the meaning while pulling Amara's ear inside the hijab.

Amara nodded while rubbing her ears. "And it was Mas Dimas who asked to be pinched again, right?" half a reminder.

"Yes but it's not that loud either, Amara ...!" reply Dimas with gritted teeth. He let out a rough sigh and put his foot back on Amara's thigh. "A real massage again! Be careful if it gets sicker! Run, Lo." Dimas stared at Amara sharply as he scratched his own neck with a finger, as if further amplifying the menacing aura he displayed.

Amara looked at Dimas with a shuddering face in horror. He gulped his saliva heavily, then nodded with his lips smiling wryly.

He then began massaging the rigid Dimas with moderate pressure. Amara then glanced at the man to see how he reacted. "Well, what are you like, Mom?"

Dimas was silent for a moment as if he was weighing, then said, "If it does not taste good, but it is good, Iah," he answered flatly. Although not showing it with words, but the attitude of Dimas who looks to enjoy the massage Amara is enough to make the girl feel happy.

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