The Nurse's Choice of Man

Ice cream

"Add again. So much less. Don't be afraid of not being able to pay, I still have a lot of money."

Amara stared at Dimas with a hostile face. Arrogant. Sighing slowly, Amara then forced to put some more ice cream into his shopping basket.

Though he had taken more than ten pieces of various flavors of ice cream from the refrigerator of a nearby market, but the young man who invited him was still I asked that he add more. What do you want to make? Is he going to use it to shampoo when all this ice cream melts?

"What else do you want to buy? Mump is still here." Dimas offered as they walked side by side to the cashier's desk. Amara was just shaking in response.

Payment business has been settled, now both seem to walk to the complex park as desired Dimas.

"Gapain buy ice cream a lot anyway, Mas? Even though stock in the kitchen refrigerator is still a lot." Amara, who was carrying the bag of ice cream, asked in an upset voice. Instead of getting answers, being asked is actually cool with his phone.

Upset, Amara could only snort when she stopped the move. He stared at the back of the man who was walking while looking down.

But from where he stood, Amara could see if a few steps away from Dimas there was a medium-sized stone stumped in the middle of the road. Dimas could stumble if he doesn't immediately warn.

"Be careful if you walk! There's a rock in front."

Dimas immediately stopped and turned his head towards Amara. "Yes, I know," he replied. The man sighed then slightly turned his body back. "Why did it stop there? Mind it? Time yes just bring ice cream like that doang Lo nyerah!"

"Who's the bright one!"

"Well!"

Amara frowned, then walked with her legs snapped close to Dimas.

"Yes, I want to cry, too."

"Bc ...! Who wants to cry!"

"Well," Dimas laughed as he pointed at Amara's face. "The ugly face, still ugly."

Furious, Amara floated his fist right at Dimas's arm.

"Aow, sick!" screech the man grimaced as he rubbed his arm. Either he's sick or just pretending to be sick.

"Let's feel!"

"Lo who hit why even you want to mewek ...?" Again Dimas teased his nurse until he again got a follow-up attack.

***

Tired of arguing, the two decided to sit on a long, wooden garden chair. It was quite convenient to enjoy the ice cream they had bought just now.

Dimas was amazed to see Amara who was enjoying the strawberry flavored milk ice cream of his choice. Lick after lick the girl had done until an ice cream finally toilet also entered her stomach.

"Ck ck CK," Dimas clucked as his head gnarled at Amara who was throwing ice cream sticks into the trash.

The girl suddenly threw a glance at Dimas while frowning. "Why? I don't throw rubbish!" he said in a sinless tone.

"Who said you're dumping that shit out of anyone!"

"Certainly? Why is Mas Dimas staring at me like that?"

"Times?" Amara touched her lip area, and sure enough Dimas said. The girl found pink patches on her fingers that she thought were ice cream scraps. Of course he blushed to see the truth the man had shown. "Yes, so spruce."

"That's so dirty, lo. Time rubbed with that hand. Your hands are dirty, right! Here let me lap-in!" Dimas grabbed a handkerchief from his pants pocket, then moved rubbing his nurse's lips.

Instead of dodging, Amara actually leaned in to make it easier for Dimas when rubbing his lips. It was no doubt that made Dimas suddenly stop his activities when their views met each other. Especially with the distance between the two so close.

For how long the two looked at each other in silence, with Dimas's hand still on Amara's lips until the girl moved her head to wake Dimas up from the daydream.

"Mas, how come you stop? When will Mas Dimas keep my mouth shut?"

Dimas suddenly gasped and immediately pulled his hand from Amara's lips. Men's faces look flushed holding back the creeping nervousness. He who was always cold and indifferent suddenly misbehaved when Amara was still watching him with a confused expression.

"Ih, who'd you ask me lap-in! Laps itself there! You want to talk, yeah." Dimas turned his face after stuffing Amara's mouth with his handkerchief. Of course to hide his suddenly heated face.

While Amara, although her hands seemed to wipe her lips, but her eyes panned so sharply towards Dimas who was behind her. The unaccepting aura was still clearly visible on his pale face. That's right, people are gawking suddenly in the handkerchief jejal. Does the man think his lips are a dirty glass in the laundry that needs to be rubbed with a sponge?

"Ehmm," Dimas cleared his throat while holding his front neck. He looked back to see his treatment.

Amara returned Dimas's gaze while narrowing her eyes, she had even memorized if this man was on his will.

"See drinking, dong. I'm thirsty."

That's right, really. Boro-boro regretted, this was deliberately difficult. Why not use an ice cream that has been bought with a bag full of this!

"Ngapain is dumb? Buy it, napa. You want me to go on a spasm because of thirst?"

Basic, he likes to dramatize. Where there are people thirsty until convulsions! Are you sick ayan?

Sighing deeply, Amara got up from her seat. But the heavy flu that still struck made the girl sneeze again so many times that it made Dimas look at her with a half-panicked face.

"You know the flu, you're still desperate to eat ice cream!"

"Isn't Mas Dimas buying it?"

"But I don't want to eat!"

Amara sighed softly while looking at Dimas with an annoyed expression. They want to win by themselves. I don't remember what, I said buy it for both of you. It means he is directly! But sok nasehatin. Patience, patience. Persecuted people will surely be sweet in the end.

Using Dimas' handkerchief, Amara pressed her nose and pulled out the snot that had been held back.

"Yuh ..., slovenly!" Dimas exclaimed by putting on a look of disgust at Amara.

Amara who realized that she had used a handkerchief Dimas could only grin while scratching her head that did not itch. "Hehe, sorry to forget."

"Hunting for a drink there! Even dumbly."

Amara immediately stepped up quickly leaving the man. A few steps away, he stopped his steps and looked back. For some reason, Dimas' treatment reminded him of Juan.

His heart throbbed again as the shadow of the face of the only man he loved flashed across his head. Although it has been hard to forget, but in fact the sense of longing increasingly feels slicing the heart.

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