The Nurse's Choice of Man

Turn my banana!

Astagfirullah ...! amara growled inwardly as she shook her head, seeing Dimas' behavior again making her suddenly rise in blood. He sighed violently while gritting his teeth. Irritated. Amara was really annoyed.

"Kok replaced again anyway, Mas? This is the seventh time Mas Dimas has changed pages. Five times tore the canvas and broke four brush seeds. If you keep changing when it runs! I'm tired. My body is sore. My armpits are wet! What else to do, try!" amara protested while putting on sangar's face. Even his two hands dared to ruffle around his waist.

"Eit, no protest! You want me to paint, right? So, accept the consequences." Dimas was satisfied because it managed to make Amara upset.

Feeling badly bullied made Amara want to pound the man's face with a banana. It's possible that his fatigue will pay off by looking at the dirty face of Dimas filled with banana patches.

But whatever the power, he didn't have enough guts to do that, so there was no choice but to follow Dimas's wishes. Given her healing and dignity as a nurse, Amara was willing to do anything. Even if treated inhumanely. Cause it!

"Why change again, anyway?" dimas protested while shaking his waist with eyes glaring sharply at Amara who was a manyun. As if he did not want to lose to Amara, he also put up more fierce mimic than his nurse. Rasain lo! It's good to have a mulu's nag. Who told the boss. I won, haha!

"Missy! Back to the starting position!" snapped Dimas with a tone full of demands.

Although with a look of annoyance and rebuking, but Amara remained obedient to Dimas. The girl returned posing exactly as Dimas had requested.

"Woy! Monyongin again dong that lip! Not visible from here."

Amara turned to Dimas with a look of dislike. Monyongin lips? Not wrong! O Allah, really want to nampol nih people deh, really ngeselin.inner Amara upset.

Regretting his taste has forced Dimas to paint. Initially Amara thought, in this way could have a good effect on the psychological health condition Dimas. But who would have thought, the man even used this to work on it. It was as if the man had made him an impromptu statue to fulfill his crazy desires.

While playing the brush, apparently secretly Dimas noticed what the girl was upset like. He realized that this was wrong. He played with Amara's feelings by chanting her repeatedly. He told her to do ridiculous things. And even forced her to do things that Amara didn't like.

But strangely Dimas so enjoyed it all. Today feels different than usual. He was comforted as if without burden. He can cry, cry, and even laugh. Of course, all this did not escape the role of the nurse in trying.

Dimas was stunned to see Amara who seemed to be daydreaming. Actually, he was not satisfied playing with the girl. But seeing Amara's tired face somehow made her feel pity.

Minutes and seconds passed. Amara kept going by trying to be patient. While thinking and not forgetting to say a prayer that he can in the heart, so that this torture will end soon.

"Done ...."

Dimas' voice that broke the silence made Amara aghast. The girl blinked in disbelief, then looked at Dimas with a questionable expression.

"Is this really over? Can you move?"

"Lo didn't hear what I said? When it's done, it's done. If you still want to do the sculpting there is up to it!"

Ish is heartless! It's been helped in such a way, instead of saying thank you. Although grumbling in the heart, but Amara also felt relieved, finally this boring activity was missed as well.

Amara squirms to stretch her muscles that feel stiff. Looking at the banana in hand, for some reason he suddenly wanted to eat it. So without thinking long, he peeled and ate it up the toilet.

"Hey, come here lo!" call Dimas to Amara sitting on a chair beside the pool. "Lo don't want to see the most beautiful work in the entire universe?" his question is full of confidence.

With curiosity Amara immediately got up and approached Dimas half-run. He looks so enthusiastic when he will see the results of a hand brush Dimas. He was even very curious to see what his image was like.

Amara's smile grew happy when he met Dimas. Seeing the expression of the man who was so confident, it was certain that the results of his creativity were satisfactory.

But when Amara had seen the results, the smile on the girl's face faded away and a tense expression full of annoyance.

"So this is what Mas Dimas said masterpiece!" With a dead red face, Amara pointed at the image while looking at Dimas furiously.

"Yes." Yeah." Dimas replied firmly with a look of an innocent face. A moment later he smiled as he brought his painting closer to Amara. "good right? I know you are amazed by my work. Aren't you ,,,?" his god in a carefree tone while winking his eyes.

Amara clenched her hands while gritting her teeth. He stared at Dimas with sharp eyes. "Three hours, Mum!" he nodded while showing his three fingers. "For three hours did Mas Dimas paint, and the result was just this? Then why am I tired of standing around until sore, sultry, remembrance, if not into the painting!"

"Hey, who wants to paint you?" dimas protest was no less furious. He even twisted his body and faced Amara right. "Gue just asked you to be a doang model, right? Who said you wanted to get into the painting? Nothing, right? Where is his fault?" without guilt. Even folding both hands while puffing his chest was so proud.

Amara could only endure the annoyance while clenching her hands with irritated teeth. Free to argue with crazy guys too! Even if his mouth froths, he won't be able to win against it. It will just waste time and energy.

"That's a lot like the real thing, right? I want to go with the original." Dimas put the painting back where it was. He turned to Amara and looked at the girl with a surprised face. "Now where's the banana? I want the same painting as the original." Dimas raised his hand, ready to receive the banana from Amara.

It suddenly made Amara buyak, considering that the banana had moved into his stomach. He stuttered with perfectly rounded eyes. "P-banana, Mas?" ask him with a stitch.

"Yes, that banana. Where's?" asked Dimas in a firm tone. His hand that was still hanging in the air was twitching his fingers, as if he could not wait to receive a banana from Amara.

Seeing Dimas' expression made Amara's face instantly paled. Not daring to answer, the girl only grimaced while clenching both of her hands.

The strange expression of Amara apparently did not escape the supervision of Dimas. The man then narrowed his eyes, looking at Amara suspiciously.

"Where's the banana?" ask Dimas impatiently.

Amara pursed her lips and lowered her head.

"He-he. I've eaten" said Amara, then bowed and bit her lower lip.

"Well! Eaten?" yelled Dimas in disbelief. The man then examined Amara's body carefully, even opening two bags on the official clothes but did not find the banana there. Dimas looks very upset to the point of pushing Amara's body even though it is not with strong movements. "Cock eaten, anyway! There are no other bananas!"

"I don't wear it, so I eat ...." Amara answered timidly. He dared to raise his gaze and looked at Dimas in front of him.

Dimas growled in annoyance. His hand moved squeezing Amara's arm until the girl grimaced with pain. "From so many bananas, why are my paintings of bananas that you eat!"

Sighing violently, Dimas then rubbed his head that had been overgrown with fine feathers. "Balikin ain't!" ask her with widened eyes and a threatening tone.

Amara pulled her hand trying to get away despite the futility. Dimas' sharp gaze full of threat made his guts shrink.

"Sorry, I didn't intentionally. If you want to be flipped, behind it like how? Retched?"

Hearing Amara's words, Dimas suddenly released the girl while grimacing in disgust. "Loof jorok!" he looked at Amara, annoyed.

Amara nodded while bowing her head. Then looked up at Dimas who was throwing his face away. "Ma-af," he said later with a face full of regret.

Dimas let out a rough sigh, then turned to look at Amara. "I'm sorry for what?" ketus tanyanya.

"Make a banana, hehe," replied Amara with a grin.

"Heleh ..." sighed Dimas while turning the lazy eyeball. A moment later he looked back at Amara with a smile. "I'm sorry" he said later in a relaxed tone.

"Huh? Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Faced, Anara immediately closed her gaped mouth. He seemed to be in disbelief, it turned out that the crazy Dimas was so easy to forgive. So happy, Amara even laughed happily while patting Dimas' shoulder a bit tight. "Thank you, Mom. Thank you .. he he."

"What the hell, woy!" Dimas pushed Amara's shoulder slowly so that the girl would move a little away, then looked at her with warning. "Don't run over you, yeah. I'm sorry, wear a dare to hit," he said while pointing at the girl's face.

"Hahaha, forgot."

"Forgot, forgot. Habits become forgetful. Not old yet, senile."

Although Dimas' words were always sharp and painful, I don't know why Amara liked them. The girl smiled in response to his scolding. Honestly, Dimas's bland nature reminded Amara of Juan who he so longed for. At least he felt Juan was always with him.

Amara widened her eyes when she saw Dimas whistling while folding his hands. Something different there. And it made his eyes sparkle with pleasure. "Mas Dimas's. Your hands-"

Dimas immediately turned to Amara, then followed the direction of the girl's gaze which turned out to be fixed on his hand. As if he had just regained consciousness, Dimas immediately opened his palm and looked at him in turn. The man's mouth gaped in disbelief with perfectly rounded eyeballs. He stared in amazement at the development of his two hands.

The man stared at Amara with a big smile on his lips. Then subconsciously cupped the girl's shoulder and shook her with a pleased expression.

"My hands are healed, Mara. My hands don't shake anymore! I'm happy, Amara! I'm grinning!"

"Yes Mas. I'm also in the seneng." Amara answered steadily while smiling. The two laughed together in the euphoria of happiness.

Dimas still doesn't believe me. He looked back at his hands with a happy face.

"I just realized that this hand is no longer shaking, you know. I swear." Dimas smiled happily while looking at Amara. He heaved a sigh of relief then showed his sweetest smile to the girl. "Thank you, you have made my health a lot of progress until this moment," he said later in a soft tone. But implied from the look in his eyes, Dimas really sincerely said it.

"Hahaha," Amara laughed out loud in response to Dimas. It was hard for him to believe, Dimas even thanked him. That's sweet, isn't it? Are these signs of his complete recovery? Hope so. Thank God, you have granted the prayers of the servant.

"Sama-sama, Mas," Amara replied sincerely. "I'm happy that Mas is healed. In essence, healing comes from our intentions as well. Must remain eager to meet the future. Don't be too late in the sadness. What more lamenting that has passed." Amara said half giving a message. But Dimas actually cut down, then throw away his face with arrogance.

"If so I enter first, yes Mas," said Amara, then turned his heels and turned his body.

"Eh, where are you going?" asked Dimas while pulling the tip of Amara's hijab to make the girl hold her step.

Amara turned her head and looked at the short-clothed man behind her with a clear face. "You take a quick shower Mas, the body is sultry ...!"

"Entar just take a shower, make me a snack first. I want to snack."

"pregnancy? But I can't make a cake, Mas,"

"What told you to make a cake, who?! I just asked you to make me pop corn!

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