The Nurse's Choice of Man

Juan

Amara pushed the trolley where the drugs came out of the room of one of the patients. Today's incident makes him late to go home even though his house is only behind the hospital.

The watch on his wrist had already shown at eleven o'clock in the evening. The late days make the atmosphere of this hospital even quieter. What Amara went through was a passageway to the drug storage warehouse located at the end of this hospital building.

Amara's eyes heard the sound of footsteps approaching. But as he moved his neck to look back, he saw no one there.

For the first time Amara was horrified to hear the squealing of the trolley wheel that he had pushed himself. Because, horror stories that have been developing in the community about hospitals, managed to poison his mind. Because in addition to the place of the sick, the hospital is also a place to stretch countless lives.

The silence and cold gusts of the night wind that greeted increasingly made the feathers I was sitting on. Amara even almost jumped when the leaves of ornamental plants that dangle around there move as if waving. Amara heaved a sigh of relief while rubbing her chest as soon as she knew, it turned out that the leaf movement was caused by a gust of wind that hit.

Amara, who had stopped, continued her journey again. I don't know why he feels watched. Obviously he heard the sound of footsteps, but why was it that when Amara turned his head, no one was seen there. "Soddy", he muttered.

Because feeling intimidated by something intangible, again the skin of Amara felt creepy fear. He smelled a mystical aura that was thick in the place he had just come to as his workplace a week ago.

As a new person, there are certainly many things that Amara does not know about her workplace. Although this hospital building looks luxurious and well maintained. But the name of the hospital is still the hospital. No one wants to stay here long.

"Mara ...." The sound of whispers calling his name was clearly heard greeting his ears. Even the fragrant scent that penetrated into the olfactory cavity reminded him of the flowers even though he felt familiar with this scent.

But because the poisoned mind made him forget to ever smell this scent where. Moreover, the heat that appeared from behind, increasingly made him shudder in horror because he thought behind him there was a demon.

Steps ceased. Amara gripped firmly the handle of the trolley. While his eyes were closed tightly with lips commuting incessantly chanting incantations. Uh, wrong. Praying as he could, he meant.

While convincing yourself that in this world there is no other power than the power of God, the creator of nature and all its contents. There is nothing to fear except Him. In the end, Amara is convinced that everything will be fine.

But by the time he was about to push it back, somehow the trolley suddenly felt heavy like something was holding back.

And sure enough, when he opened his eyes, a burly hand seemed to grip firmly. Sontak Amara. His hand spontaneously threw a punch.

Plaque!

Amara was surprised to be able to touch the creature. And he rounded his eyeballs perfectly to find a towering figure standing before him rubbing his cheeks.

"Hey! Why did you slap me!"

Amara silenced her open mouth. His eyes were round in disbelief. "Juan!"

"It's me!" the tall man answered. His white face flushed red could not hide the vexation.

"Bad! Why are you scaring me like this, anyway!" Plaque! Plaque! Amara gave a punch in Juan's arm. "Feel this!" Shouts growled. Instead of feeling guilty, Amara actually rewarded a punch blindly.

"Let's feel it!" amara Sentak. After feeling tired and satisfied, he stopped the action. He looked at Juan's face with irritated mimicry and sharp eyes. His chest rose and fell as a result of his hunting breath. He has put his energy into that.

"Why?"Juan asked in wonder. "But your eyes are glaring like that?"

"I'm in a spit, you know!" amara Sentak. He then returned to gift Juan a pinch in the arm. "Damnah!" snarl.

"Ouch. Sick, tau ," Juan grimaced grimacingly. But he did not want to shake Amara's hand until the girl released him. "Your hands are hard, too, yeah. I'm sure my whole body will be bruised and bruised after this" he grumbled as he rubbed the places where Amara had struck.

"Don't overdo it! Your body is too heavy to complain of the pain of my blow. So don't act like you're being persecuted because of me."

"There's no silence, yes." Juan clucked while ruffled his waist. His head was half lowered as he looked at Amara who was shorter than him. "I came here specifically to accompany you, you know! But you even gave a punch like that," his grunts annoyed, then turned away face.

With a smile, Amara tilted her head to watch Juan throw his face away. "Cie cie's. Why?" godanya. His hands poked Juan's waist mischievously, making the tall, muscular man's body instantly stiffen with agility. But Juan still insisted not to look at Amara.

"Yes, yeah. I have no ahlak. I'm sorry, deh!" persuade Amara while pursing her lips. Even if it's free because Juan didn't see it either.

Puffing her cheeks, Amara then sighed softly, then tiptoed and extended her hand to hold the side of Juan's face before then pulling it. "Here look at me!" Amara forced Juan to look at her. He put on a cute face when their sight met. "Don't bend your face again like that. I don't like it, you know!" firm while cutting. He turned and turned his back to Juan. Now replace him who put up an upset mimic. It was a drama that caused.

Amara again grabbed the handle of the trolley and prepared to push it. But before stepping, he turned to look at Juan. "You said you'd accompany me, didn't you? So, accompany me until it's finished, yes" he asked, twisting his eyes. Bring out the most powerful pleading style by putting on a cute face.

Juan just clucked. "Finally trust yourself! Asking me to accompany after beating me up in such a way!" Juan ruffled his waist while putting on a fierce face.

"So you don't want to?" ask Amara. That cute face immediately nodded.

"On one condition" said Juan quickly.

Amara smelled a smile. "I don't mind" he replied later. "Oh, all this time your terms have always been favorable to me, right," he said with a smile again twitching his eyes.

Juan grinned while throwing his face away for a moment, then moved his hand to pinch Amara's cheek furiously. "I told you you're overconfident! I'm not that good, you know ...!"

"Juan! After ,," asked Amara in a whining tone while hitting Juan's arm to stop the pinch. "You don't want to see me here until morning, do you?? So accompany me now!" he resolutely threw Juan's hand into the air and then grabbed his trolley again.

"All right, Princess ,,,. Now let go of your hand." Juan let go of Amara's hand and grabbed the trolley before smiling sweetly. "Let me push it, okay" she said in a pushy and demanding tone, as if she didn't want to hear a rejection from Amara.

The girl just smiled while shrugging her shoulders. The two then walked to the warehouse.

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