The Nurse's Choice of Man

It's just a test

A bright morning. The sun had just appeared behind the leaves of a tree that was still wet with dew and radiating its bright golden light. The blue cloudless sky that hangs, increasingly giving spirit to the creatures of the earth to live this day.

With an apron attached to the body, Amara who was neat with her dinner clothes chose to water the flowers to fill the void of time. Because there was nothing he could do before Dimas woke up and took all his time.

Along with the health of Dimas is getting better, the well-built man was more happy to give a strange job and tend to make no sense to Amara who incidentally is a nurse.

"It's sunny, yeah." A heavy voice suddenly sounded breaking the silence. The surprised Amara immediately turned towards the source of the voice. His eyeballs widened with raised eyebrows as his gaze caught a towering figure standing not far from his current position.

"Mas Dimas?" call Amara half in disbelief while frowning in confusion. Didn't you see ten minutes ago he was still snoring in the bed? The mind in the heart. "Mas Dimas is up?" Ask slowly while turning off the water faucet.

"Wearing his name, you think I don't have to keep going all the way up here?!" Dimas who was shaking his waist replied in an annoyed tone. Then he stared at Amara who was walking towards him.

"Keep Mas Dimas here for what? My nyariin?" amara asked doubtfully as she was near Dimas.

"Ge-er Lo," The man whose hair had grown thick replied in a mocking tone while throwing his face away. "Gue's been walking around, I know you're here."

"I will indeed every morning flower here Mas." said Amara.

"Who?" Asked Dimas who immediately threw a glance and looked at Amara.

"I." Amara answered quickly.

"That's it!" yelled Dimas while closing his mouth in the ear of Amara covered in a headscarf. Making the girl instantly buy and rub his ears that immediately felt stiff.

Dimas pulled the corner of the lips to form a satisfied grin when he saw Amara who was bowed huffled.

As if so enjoying the game, he increasingly likes to see Amara with various facial expressions. Until he always tried to rack his brain to find a way to prank the innocent girl in front of him.

For a moment, the atmosphere of silence stretched. For both of them are silent, seeming busy with their own thoughts.

"Gue laper nih," said Dimas suddenly, and broke the brief silence. Without looking at the one being spoken to, he said so casually without any burden.

"What breakfast do you want?" suddenly, Amara's face paled when she realized the day had begun.

"Kick."

"Huh?"

Dimas turned his head and looked at Amara with a frown. "Why is that surprised?" he asked then with a look of wonder, then turned his heels around and left Amara who was still stunned.

Finish me. When have I ever cooked rendang? What's the spice try? O Allah, help your servant, the heart of Amara.

The veiled girl then ran over to Dimas who had gone a long way. "Mas Dimas," he called as he ran with a breath of breath. "Snow I cooked rendang it long ago Mas loh. If Mas Dimas is hunting laper but has not mateng how?" tanyanya while walking to follow Dimas who was only two steps away from her.

Smiling stiffly, inevitably Amara also confessed. "Ha-ha yes." He answered while embarrassed.

"Chose, I know! The kind of rich elo chick who's ever held a spatula!" ledek Dimas with a dismissive grin on his lips.

Staring with a look of dislike, Amara showed her protest attitude. "Who said never? Ever been!" brush it while folding both hands in front of the chest.

"Yes, just megang doang. Babies can also," said Dimas lightly and then passed to continue his steps.

Soon Amara followed. Unable to receive Dimas' plunge, Amara stared at the high man's back in front of him, full of threats. "Sorry Mas Dimas, I am not good at cooking from the first. But from a long time ago I was good at holding sewing needles and also threads. Let alone sewing the mouth of a person who likes to mute me, small is mah. Hup-" Amara rounded her eyes wide when Dimas suddenly turned around until their faces were facing each other very close. Makes Amara's body instantly fixated with her lips tightly clenched.

"If you dare, just sew my lips," whispered Dimas in a seductive tone, while his lips showed a grin that Amara was difficult to understand.

Wordlessly, the nurse girl was made to fail in focus as her gaze was fixed on Dimas' reddish lips that were so close to her at the moment.

After observing every inch of Amara's face that turned deathly, the man whose hair began to extend back passed leaving Amara who was still stunned stiff in place.

Still standing and gulping down her slavinas heavily, Amara then moved her hand rubbing her chest, where her heart suddenly thumped as if it wanted to jump out.

***

The atmosphere of a modern luxury kitchen with a combination of white and cream dominant colors, where it looks a man struggling with a spatula and hot teflon on the stove is lit. While the woman only noticed the man who looked good serving food and just stood by her side.

As if accustomed, Dimas' hands were so flexible that they stirred the rendang to serve it on a plate located on the pantry table made of ivory white marble.

"No, I'm flattering if I just cook rendang doang," said Dimas full of emphasis while glancing at Amara with a sharp highlight. The man with the firm jaw stepped into the sink and placed the hot teflon there.

"Obviously it's just a manasin doang" muttered Amara half protesting. But the hijab woman just looked down, because she did not have enough courage to look directly at the face of the man who was walking towards her.

Occupying an empty seat in the pantry, Dimas then glanced at Amara who was standing not far from him. "Some dong." He said with a commanding tone.

"Oh yeah, hang on." Amara stepped over to where the rice cooker was, then took the rice from there and moved it to a porcelain plate. Feeling that enough was enough, he returned and gave it to Dimas. "Please" he said politely. Then take a step back and stand with fingers that are linked to each other, just in case Dimas needs it later.

After receiving the plate, Dimas then poured the warm meat rendang on the rice. "Lo's eating?" tanyanya then while feeding a spoon filled with rice and rendang to his mouth.

Looking at Dimas's soft-pitched question, it suddenly made Amara who was looking down even immediately looked up in amazement. In his heart even praised the good attitude of his patient and hoped his traits returned as usual. "Here you are, thank you for offering me." he replied politely with his lips smiling happily.

Amara's happy expression was apparently read by Dimas, as the man immediately laughed at her. But the laughter that escaped Dimas' lips sounded strange and contained a trace of ridicule. "Who dawarin Lo eat woy! My guy is just this! Ge-er really Lo," he said then with a scornful tone.

Amara who was speechless could only silently endure the vexation. His hands were clenched while his teeth gritted in annoyance. Ish is uncivilized. It's really good to make people soar, it's thrown down as good as a bidat. Patience Amara, patience. It's just a test ..., her mind is trying to calm down.

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