The Nurse's Choice of Man

Dooor!!!!

"Ha'cung! Ha'cung!" Amara grabbed a tissue and rubbed her wet nose. Although already taking medicine, but the flu that attacked him has not subsided. Since then, he has been sneezing incessantly.

New also wanted to lay down his body, but the sudden sound of knocking on the door made his body instantly stiffen in shock.

"Who, anyway?" mumbled wondering.

"Mara! Open woy! Watch out for sleep." The sound of screaming was accompanied by the door. Who else would it be if not Dimas. The stress man who recently made Amara sleep is not good. Eating is not good either.

Amara gave a rough sigh. The girl's face instantly turned slick. He got up and walked towards the door with heavy steps. Before opening the door he first put up a cheerful face mimic to look strong in the eyes of Dimas.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

At first Dimas's face looked ordinary before Amara opened the door. But as soon as the door opened, he immediately frowned. Seeing the face of the girl in front of him was a bit pale, while her eyes and nose looked red, of course inviting a question for Dimas.

But the expression displayed by Amara contrasts with his condition. The girl smiled as bright as the morning sun.

"Lo just cry?" asked Dimas with a curious face.

"Ah, no!" elak Amara flicked his hand.

"That's your red nose as if it's been poked." Dimas pointed at Amara's nose with an eye full of seriousness. "Eye is also like a new look at girlfriend the same way cheating."

God fucking. What does he mean?

"No, my mom. I just got a little flu. It was in the same water as Mas Dimas. Get in the nose and get in the eyes! I'm going to be influenza!"

"Well, hurry up, Lo!" exclaimed Dimas while humming Amara's forehead with his index finger.

Of course it made Amara upset, so the girl scowled and looked at Dimas full of warning.

"What lo, glaring at me like that?" asked Dimas while raising his chin with a threatening look. "Lo don't accept? I should have been angry because of your work!" he continued while shaking his waist.

Just sober it made Amara immediately shook her head and then bowed deeply. With the expression shown it is certain that Dimas is spreading a threat that will later complicate it.

"Yok come with me." Dimas grabbed Amara's sleeve and pulled her half forcefully.

"Eh, where are you going, Mas?" Although with a nervous expression, but Amara still followed the man's steps.

Dimas was only silent, but his legs still walked with his hands still pinching Amara's sleeves.

Apparently Dimas took Amara to the backyard, opposite the road to the pool.

Amara herself though confused still dare not ask and choose obediently follow the steps of her patients.

Both came to their places. Amara looked around. The back area of the house is so large the left side is inversely proportional to the right side area. If on the right side feels beautiful and comfortable with a flower garden and swimming pool, on the left side this looks spacious and open, more like a training ground for shooting archery and the like.

Seen at the end there, a square cork picture of a circle from small size to getting bigger. There are points on all four sides. Amara believes it is the target of the training camp.

Amara herself had only come here once despite being just behind the house. This place is indeed a little closed from the outside area, because there are high walls surrounding it.

"Mas Dimas, what are you doing here?" Amara looked at Dimas with a questionable face.

"Yes to dance. Yeah, shoot, do it." Dimas glanced cynically at Amara, then stepped away from the girl.

Amara sighed in annoyance as she looked at Dimas' back which was getting further away. The girl snarled in his heart. Couldn't the man answer his question in a slightly polite tone? Little ... only. Appreciating people doesn't hurt.

For some reason Dimas likes to talk ketus and has not received the presence of Amara. Shouldn't the man be grateful, with the arrival of Amara making him feel helped. And clearly, his health was getting better thanks to the arrival of the girl.

Amara looked at Dimas who was preparing his shooting equipment. The man looked serious and deft doing it, as if he was used to it.

Ready, Dimas then wore earplugs and glasses that had been located on the table. The man was seen clenching his hands and opening them repeatedly, as if he was relaxing his muscles.

Dimas then carries his shot standing parallel to the target board with the horses positioned. His hands were raised to the level of his shoulders. His eagle eyes were so focused on looking forward with the side closed. Sighs in, then-

Dor's! The toy bullet shot right at the target.

"Yes! Succeed." Dimas was suddenly happy while clenching his hands as a celebration of victory.

Apparently Amara who stood not far from him also looks happy for the success of Dimas. The girl smiled while giving thanks in her heart. This is a good sign. Of course he can leave immediately if Dimas recovers and his nerves return to normal work.

Amara's happiness was apparently not spared from the observation Dimas. The man then said proudly, "Gue is cool, right."

"Hemm," Amara tried to display a smile as sweet as possible to make the man happy. Than he was the target. "He-he, yes Mas, Mas Dimas is cool" he said, giving a thumbs up.

Dimas then repeated his practice repeatedly, and all of them were always on target until Amara who watched from a safe distance was astonished.

After a while, Dimas then lowered his fire. The man sighed softly with a face that looked gloomy. I don't know why Dimas suddenly lost his spirit.

Feeling worried, Amara stepped closer. "Mas Dimas why?" ask him later to be sure.

"No idea, nich. Suddenly I was bored." Dimas spoke weakly without looking at Amara.

"If you get bored, take a break. Yuk, I take Mas Dimas to the room," Amara asked in a soft tone.

"No way." Dimas shook his head quickly while thawing like a child. "Gue still wants to practice."

"Well, didn't you just say bosen?"

Dimas immediately looked at Amara cynically. "It's not the exercise that's ggebosenin!" resounding.

"Then?"

"The target." Dimas answered briefly, then turned his gaze toward the front.

"Udah is not exciting, Amara .... It's too easy for me. Less challenging. There's no greget."

Amara shifted a little closer to Dimas. The girl tilted her head in order to see Dimas' face turning away. "What if it's backtracked? Let it be a little far. Not bad, right, a little more adrenaline," he persuaded then with a friendly smile.

"No ma-u!" reject Dimas fast full emphasis. He then looked at Amara with sharp eyes as if he was upset, making the girl pull away and take a few steps back. "Gue wants something else, not a retreat! Understand, Lo!"

Amara nodded her head repeatedly. "Yes, Mas. I understand," he replied in a resigned tone. He chose to succumb rather than the emotions Dimas re-excited.

Huh, what else does he want, anyway? Make a dizzy.

Shut up for a moment, then watch Amara closely. Shortly after, he nodded faintly while smiling meaningfully.

"Mas Dimas why look at me like that?" Amara who was starting to feel uncomfortable ventured to ask.

"No papa. I don't have a crush on you, so, don't get big!" firmly Dimas as Amara crossed his arms to the front of his chest. He grieves while throwing his face away.

Amara who was angry then lowered her hand and bowed in shame. A moment of silence until Dimas looked back at Amara, but this time his gaze looked different.

"Mar," call him. And Amara raised her head. "Can you help me, right?" tanyanya then while smiling with a pleading mimic.

"Huh?" Amara mutters. He looked at Dimas with a surprised face. If this man had never asked for anything with friendly words, then why was this time different? Instead of being happy, Amara felt suspicious. Especially with the smile Dimas showed. It looks like the guy wants it.

"Cock-awkwardly? You want to help, right?"

"You, coke. Want." Amar answered quickly while nodding his head. "Mas Dimas what do I want to help you with?"

Dimas grabbed a large red apple on the table, and gave it to Amara. "Lo take the apple there, yes," he ordered then while pointing towards the target board.

Amara examined the apple in her hand carefully then looked at Dimas with a wondering face.

"Udah, take it! Don't take it." Dimas interrupted, even before Amara opened his mouth to ask.

Amara could only nod, then ran small towards the spot Dimas pointed at. Right on the side of the board, he stopped, then looked at Dimas motionlessly.

"Put the apple on it!" Dimas half exclaimed, so that Amara could hear him clearly.

Amara who was on the other end nodded her head, then put the apple on the board. The size of the board that is not so thick seems to make it difficult for Amara to put the apple there. How many times the girl put it, the number of apples fell on the ground. Until the girl felt upset herself made.

"Woy! Seriously, don't you want to help?" Dimas who had been waiting for it already looked impatient. He looked at Amara while shaking his waist.

"Don't want to help, Mom! But the apple can't be put here."

"Well, put it over Lo's head!" chirps Dimas is from getting upset. It was just an outpouring of frustration.

But somehow he felt that his chirping was a brilliant idea, and then made him smile while nodding his head.

"Woy! Oh, you know, what did I say?"

Amara, who was there, looked up at Dimas in disbelief.

"The hunt put it over Lo's head!" re-dimas again.

Not directly obey, Amara actually squeezed the apple in his hand. Somehow he felt Dimas had bad intentions, and that really made him very suspicious. "What the hell are you doing, Mom? Mas Dimas didn't intend to shoot me, did he!" full of courage. Purposefully. So that Dimas no longer intends to oppress.

"Hey, who wants to shoot you. Put buruan! If not, I'll shoot it!" Dimas pointed his gun as if he was about to shoot. Of course it was just pretend and to convince Amara more.

"Jj-don't dong Mas!" sergeant Amara with a loud voice. I don't know why he was so afraid Dimas would actually shoot him. Actually he did not want to have bad thoughts, but seeing Dimas' behavior lately, is not impossible, right? For the sake of safety, he must obey. "Yes, yes, I put it on my head." Amara was terrified of being under threat. Intending for his own safety, he actually put the apple right on his head.

Dimas was satisfied to see Amara's compliance. "Well, that's dong. Goody. Don't move!" he shouted while lifting his weapon to the level of the shoulder. Focusing the view as if aiming at the victim.

The light of it made Amara even more frightened. A faint shadow of his nasip suddenly filled the contents of his head. "What the fuck is this! Don't tell Mas Dimas to shoot this apple!" Amara managed to voice her panic by protesting Dimas's behavior. He nearly dropped the apple, but Dimas prevented it.

"Woy! If you get down, this bullet will be lodged in Lo's eel!"

In the state of Dimas who was ready to pull the trigger, there was no other choice for Amara but still sculpting.

"Crazy!" shouted Amara with the position of the body riveted. His body had even trembled with fear, yet he did not dare to budge in the slightest. "You are crazy!No sane human would want to endanger the lives of others!"

Amara's shout apparently disturbed Dimas who was aiming at the target. The man let out a rough sigh then shifted his gaze to look at Amara. "Silence Lo!" he screams with anger.

"No!" amara shouted no less loudly to show rejection. He's trying to defiance. But of course it was only thrown on the lips, while his body froze motionless. At least he voiced his heart. Let the man get angry, which is important to cancel his crazy execution. But it seemed free, Dimas seemed to not want to hear his screams.

Really a tough choice. According to Dimas will only make you tormented, but running will also make you miserable. It is like eating the fruit.

"Shut up, and don't move even a little." Dimas growled slowly, yet full of emphasis. His words sounded demanding, and did not want to listen to the rejection.

As if ignoring Amara's fears, the man refocused himself on aiming. The man closed his eyes, and his right hand was ready to pull the trigger.

"Mas Dimas is conscious! Please don't do that, I'm afraid ...!" Amara groaned hysterically with trembling lips. Even his entire body trembled violently with sweat pouring out. Her crying was not even ignored by Dimas. Only the faces of his late parents flashed across his head at this moment.

Mom, Dad, could it be that we're meeting this soon? Those words were what resonated in Amara's mind. The girl sobbed, then closed her eyes. Trying to recite a prayer if today he should be brought to death by the deeds of Dimas. If he had died today, at least he would have converted.

Across the street, Dimas was trying to control his fear. Throw away the traumatic that has lately shackled his mind. It only takes one test. One, only. He will live a normal life like before.

Dimas' body started to shake. Even cold sweat started to pour out. He was hardly strong enough to continue. The shadow of Naura's infidelity again seeped into thought, heartbreaking and hurt feelings. He needs an impingement. He wanted to eliminate all the burdens that had plagued his mind all this time.

Dimas thought the apple was Naura. He wanted to remove the apple to escape the slump.

"Gue strong. I have to." Dimas said softly with determination, before then deciding on the intention steadily. And then, Dooor!!!

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