The Nurse's Choice of Man

Under the blanket

Eli closed the body of Amara who had been lying on the bed to the chest. He smiled, then stroked the head crest covered by the girl's hijab gently.

Amara has looked calmer after pouring out her feelings for Eli. The middle-aged woman patiently became a good listener as long as the veiled girl told her story.

But now Amara's condition is slightly worse due to influenza that is being experienced. His body temperature rose, and his face grew pale. Eli immediately gave her the medicine and told her to rest.

"Bi Eli" said Amara, holding Eli's hand.

"Yes, Beautiful ...?" reply Eli with a smile.

Amara whose body is weak then soft. "Thank you for grieving Amara," he said full of haru.

Eli nodded his head as he blinked his eyes. "Auntie is always there whenever Amara needs it" he said with confidence. He gently squeezed Amara's fingers. "Now rest first, yes. Don't take heart said Mas Dimas earlier. Now, Auntie stay in the kitchen first."

Amara nodded slowly. Eli turned around after saying goodbye, then stepped away from Amara.

Amara still did not budge from her position. He stared at Eli's back until he disappeared behind the door. The girl then sighed deeply, pulled the blanket over her neck and tilted her body to the right. And begin to close your eyes until you fall asleep completely.

***

Eli is seen found Dimas sitting in the garden chair. He finally heaved a sigh of relief after looking for the young man to get everywhere.

Without a second thought, the middle-aged woman immediately stepped closer with a tray in her hand.

"Mas Dimas," called Eli when he was not far away.

The man in a T-shirt and white trousers turned to the source of the sound.

"Auntie brought Mas Dimas' favorite black coffee."

Dimas nodded faintly. "Thank you, Bi. Aunty knows that Dimas is dizzy again," he said later. The man then turned his face away.

"Together, my mother." Eli put black coffee and a jar of snacks on the table, then sat himself next to Dimas.

The slender yellow-skinned woman smiled faintly as she watched Dimas' lethargic face. The man pouted. While his gaze was empty despite staring at the swimming pool water which was currently in a calm state.

"Mas Dimas's another sprain, huh?" eli asked after a while the two were both silent.

Dimas turned his head towards Eli and then snorted while looking away. "Where not to try, Bi. Tau-tau Amara slapped me. What do you think I am!"

"Did Mas Dimas' cheek hurt a lot?" ask Eli later.

"It hurts on the cheek, no. .. but it hurts here, Bi ..," said Dimas, patting his chest hard.

"So does Amara" Eli said quickly.

Eli softly looked at Dimas who was dumbfounded. "May Aunt tell me a little about Amara?"

***

"Fuck shit!" Dimas grumbled while pacing around in his room. His teeth gritted and his hands clenched. Eli's story about Amara this afternoon is still jutting in the head. For some reason now a sense of regret suddenly burst forth, rolling on the chest to make him feel tight.

All this time Amara looked so tough in her eyes. Who would have thought if the girl was actually a kara. In the end Dimas realized that he was over-treating the nurse by bringing up his family. But she knows if it offends her. He only felt the shooting action when it was the final part that must be lived before he made sure he was fully healed.

"Gue should how now?" Dimas stopped his pacing and then ruffled his waist. Talking to myself in a half growling tone. "Yes, I know Amara has done a lot for my recovery. From that I must appreciate it with good treatment. But what dong? I can't apologize directly. Confused already!" Dimas ruffled his hair violently.

It's getting late, but Dimas's eyes are not closed. Tonight he passed like no other night. There was no medicine given by Amara like the nights before. There are no snacks made by him. And there was no scolding from Dimas' lips that pretended to be upset with his nurse.

Dimas sighed softly. There's something lacking in him tonight. Feels hollow. But I don't know what it is because. Not wanting to be overwhelmed by anxiety, he also decided to leave the room.

After closing the door from the outside, Dimas was silent for a moment. The man in white pajamas stared at the tightly shut door right next to his room. That's Amara's room.

"What is he, huh?" mumbled wondering. Still staring at the door, Dimas bit his lower lip. "If I'm afraid, don't you think?" Looking to the right and left, there was no one he could find. "Ah bodo very, no one saw either."

Dimas stepped lightly towards that door. Trying to turn the lever, he stumbled to find the door open. Hohoho, it's unlocked.

Looking back to the right and left, he then popped his head inside. His eyes combed the room, and found a central body rolled under a blanket on the bed. The body was covered completely, making the owner's face invisible.

"He's sleeping again apparently," muttered Dimas with a smile. Pushing the door slowly, he went inside. The man stepped out without making a sound near the bed and stood by her side. Silently, he scanned the tiny body covered in the blanket.

Dimas half bent his body with two hands resting on the edge of the bed. Closing his lips to where he thought it was Amara's ear, Dimas whispered. "Mar, I'm sorry for what happened, yeah."

"Well, what's Mas Dimas doing there?"

Dimas suddenly turned to hear Amara's voice. Why not come under the blanket? The man was still glued in place with his original position. Feeling that something was awkward, he turned his head slowly towards the back, and was increasingly astonished to find Amara standing in front of the toilet door with a wet face.

"Mara ...!" dimas exclaimed a hysterical face, even turning as if in disbelief. "Why is that there?"

"I just wudhu," replied Amara while pointing at the toilet door with her thumb without turning her head. His eyes still looked at the man suspiciously before then giving himself up to ask while tilting his head. "Mas Dimas, what's there? Mas Dimas wanted to cry-" Amara silenced her gaped mouth with widened eyes.

"Astaghfirullah." Dimas suddenly tiptoed and withdrew. He understood where Amara was talking by looking at the position of his body that was like he wanted to hug his body behind a blanket. The question now is, who would be there if not Amara?

"Hooaaam?" A loud sound was heard from under the blanket. There was a movement down there followed by the unveiling of a blanket of pink flowers that then displayed Eli with a pillow face and sleepy eyes that were forced open. The middle-aged woman was immediately stunned to find Amara and Dimas were staring at her with eyes that were difficult to interpret.

"Well, what's up to?" he asked with a confused face.

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