The Nurse's Choice of Man

Porridge bowl

Dimas threw his body violently onto the bed. Fuck shit shit! his mind while ruffling his hair. Roll to the right and to the left, then sit down and punch the innocent mattress blindly. He then got up, and walked back and forth with a huffed face.

"Damn it! Use the wrong target, again. Malunyampe to the bone, you know! How do I know who's sleeping is Bi Eli!" Dimas was silent for a moment, exhaled rough breaths, then sat his body on the edge of the bed. "For that I can just pretend to ask for coffee and rush to escape here. Otherwise, don't know that damn nurse would think I'm a man!" his grunts then with an annoyed face.

But a moment later, there was a knock from outside the door of his room. Dimas immediately went to open, and found Eli standing in front with a cup of coffee in his hand.

The middle-aged woman immediately fell out kindly while thrusting her cup. "The coffee, Mas," he said.

Dimas hurriedly took over the hot coffee with a carefree face. "Thank you, Bi."

"Is there anything else that Mas Dimas needs?" tanya Eli offered.

Dimas immediately shook his head as a form of rejection. "Nothing, Bi."

"Related, Mom? Mumpung Aunty hasn't slept, all right. Rather than later Mas Dimas confused Aunt's nyariin."

"No, Bi .... I don't feel good about Auntie, midnight waking up just asking for coffee."

Eli chuckled as he shook his hand. "Mas Dimas, Mas Dimas. Wear it all bad, it's Aunt's job."

Not knowing what to answer, Dimas only scratched his nape that did not itch while grimacing. "He-he." At least he was relieved to have managed to convince Eli if he really needed coffee.

The middle-aged woman returned to Amara's room after saying goodbye to Dimas, while Dimas himself immediately closed the door of his room while sighing in relief.

The question now, is that hot coffee to be flanked? Dimas himself had been trying hard to close his eyes to sleep but to no avail. "Will you drink more coffee? I will stay up if I have no coffee. Should I wait until morning? Which is really!" he growled while stomping the cup onto the table in annoyance.

***

In the morning, Dimas' bedroom door was knocked from the outside while the man was awake. Not necessarily moving and hurrying, Dimas actually lounged on the bed, waiting for Amara to prepare everything for him as usual.

"Come in! I'm awake!" yelled Dimas from the inside, thinking that the one standing outside was Amara.

"During the morning, Mas Dimas," Eli greeted kindly after he opened the door. Keep stepping in. Ignoring Dimas who immediately bouncy awake in shock, Eli immediately stood at the side of the man's bed exactly as Amara did every day. "Mas Dimas wants to take a shower now? Let Auntie prepare some warm water first, yeah," she bargained then.

"Kok came here instead Aunty? Where is Amara?" asked Dimas with a curious face. The man kept a close eye on Eli-who was tidying up his room-with a questionable face.

"Mara still lemes, Mas. So for today, Amara's duty will be my take over." Eli replied while putting the book back on the shelf. The middle-aged woman shook her head faintly to find her cup of coffee last night still intact on the table.

"So Amara's still sick, Bi?" tanya Dimas was full of earnestness, and was replied to a nod and a smile by Eli. Dimas was stunned for a moment, then muttered. "Am I so outrageous that I make people sick?"

Eli faintly observed Dimas's behavior. Without speaking, he stepped into the bathroom to prepare warm water for Dimas. However just as he passed the doorway, Dimas hurriedly called out to him.

"Yes, Mas. What's up?" eli asked as he turned around, and looked at Dimas who was coming down from the bed.

"I can take care of my own needs, Bi. Aunty just finish her job, " Dimas said as he stepped towards the bathroom.

"What's really, Mas?"

"Yes, Bi," Dimas replied convincingly and stopped right in front of Eli.

Eli was delighted. "Wah Mas Dimas. Then I went back to the kitchen, yeah. Make porridge for Amara. Let Euis clean up Mas Dimas' room." Eli said in a cheerful tone. Then pulled over to give Dimas his way before leaving the room.

***

Dimas was already looking neat when he came out of the room. Dressed in all-white clothes, casual trousers combine with high-collar model jerseys.

He was silent for a moment in front of the door of his room with a directed look at the door of Amara's room that was tightly closed.

"Yes, Amara is still sleeping at this hour? Anyway, just in the doang room. Not bored, what?" he muttered in a half protest tone.

At the same time, Eli appeared from the other direction carrying a tray containing a bowl of porridge.

"That's for Amara, Bi?"

"Yes, Mas. Amara no longer good to eat, who knows porridge so want to eat."

Dimas' eyes immediately sparkled with delight as he got the idea from there. "Oh, Bi Eli is busy, huh? Then Auntie go back to the kitchen, let me bring this porridge for Amara." Without waiting for Eli's answer, Dimas quickly took the tray out of Eli's hand. Although still confused, but Eli still let the tray move into the hands of Dimas, even stunned by the man's good intentions.

"Mas Dimas feels guilty for Amara, huh?" the middle-aged woman asked later, and the young man only smiled wryly in response.

"I'd like to apologize, Bi. Last night I saw he was still sprained by me."

"Excite yes, Mommy." Eli patted Dimas' shoulder gently as a form of support. Dimas responded with a smile. "Mara is a kind and forgiving girl. Auntie sure Amara's better now."

"Yes, I went to Amara's room first, yeah." Dimas said goodbye, and was answered by a nod and support from Eli.

Intending to maintain Amara's privacy, Dimas first knocked on the door, then opened it when he heard the law from within.

Amara, who was lying on her side of the bed, was shocked to see the arrival of Dimas, who she thought was Eli. The girl looked riled up, then forced herself to sit down, even though her head still felt dizzy. He looked at Dimas who was putting a tray on the nightstand, then ventured to ask. "What's this Dimas doing here?"

"Mau nengokin elo" Dimas replied briefly. He then pulled out the dresser to sit next to Amara's bed.

"I'm not papa. Why should you take it!" ketus Amara while composing some pillows to stack, before then he used to lean.

Dimas mashed while stirring the porridge. "God, I know you're sick again. That's why I came to bring this porridge. Nih, eat," he said while thrusting the bowl.

Amara was silent with a frown. His eyes looked at Dimas's face and the bowl took turns.

"It's safe, there's no poison!" bright Dimas, as if knowing what Amara was thinking at this moment. The girl snorted. Staring bitterly at Dimas who was smiling happily, then forced to move his hands that were still limp to receive the bowl of porridge.

"Well, that's dong. Eat a lot of healthy food." Dimas watched Amara who was about to feed the porridge into his mouth. "Gue is not a human who does not know the return! The one who closed his eyes closed his ears saw his nurse hurt like a gini. Less well what try?"

Amara stopped her hand that was about to put the tip of the spoon filled with porridge into the mouth. He then lifted his gaze, looking at Dimas with a stale face. Basic self-interested! he swore in his heart.

Dimas who did not know the meaning of Amara's gaze just smiled broadly. "Why see that guyak so much? You must have cursed me again, right?"

Not answering with a word, Amara even jerked her bowl on the nightstand. As if he had no more fear, the girl put on a fierce face even though it was still pale, to invite decak from Dimas.

"Hey, hey, relax dong .., I was just kidding." Dimas took the bowl again, and gave it back to Amara. "Take dong. You're a sweet veiled girl, when she doesn't appreciate my efforts," he persuaded Amara who was still reluctant to accept the bowl. Unmitigated, he even put on a melas face just to launch the action.

Sighing slowly, in the end Amara was willing to accept the porridge again, although in his heart he was eager to spill the porridge into the face of Dimas.

"Read your prayer before eating. Let the food that goes into your stomach be a blessing." Again, Dimas made Amara have to hold a hand that almost bribed.

Annoyed, the girl clenched the spoon on the bowl causing a loud clanging sound, while her gaze stared at Dimas full of warning.

Holding the bowl with her right hand, Amara's left hand pointed at the door. "Mas Dimas you know, to get out of here can go through there?"

Dimas followed where Amara's index finger was, then returned his gaze to the nurse with a look of dislike. "Lo ngusir me? Belagu lo, yes! Potatoes-" Dimas hangs his words with perfect swerving eyes. "Mar, didn't you get your hand? You have no intention to nimpuk I use your breakfast porridge, right?" ask her with a miris face.

Not answering with a word, Amara only raised her right hand even more, and that was enough to scare Dimas.

"Yes, yes, I'm out!" dimas exclaimed as he got up, then slowly stepped back until he reached the door. "Right base. Be careful if you hurt me a little, you will deal equally well. Do you remember, I'm the same as him?"

Dimas was triumphant seeing Amara's expression that seemed to weaken. Haha, feel. When it comes to trust, you must feel guilty, right? Want to be fierce with me, yes keep winning me, lah!

"Yes, I'm leaving!" dimas exclaimed in a watchful manner as Amara again lifted her bowl. Hurriedly he ran out of the room while exclaiming, "Swash ...!" Before the bowl floated.

Not immediately lowered his hand, Amara's eyes were still watching the open door. It could be, Dimas came back to tease her, and sure enough. Shortly after, Dimas' face poked again while sticking out his tongue and toppling his eyes. Then go back and laugh out loud.

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