The Nurse's Choice of Man

Contract

The day has changed, and the sun has changed the moon. After taking care of Dimas' dinner, Amara was in the kitchen to make a hot drink for the man.

As usual, after that Amara presented it to her most annoying patient in the desired place.

"Please, Mas" he said, putting a cup made of ceramic on the table right on the left side of Dimas.

"Hem," Dimas only replied with a mutter, while his hands and gaze remained focused on the laptop screen.

Feeling no longer needed, Amara then stepped to the door to return the tray to the kitchen. But his hand had not touched the door lever, his steps had to stop when Dimas suddenly called. He immediately turned around and faced Dimas who was staring at him.

"Where are you going, lo?"

"You go to the kitchen. Balikin' trays."

"Later turn the tray. You sit down first, there's something I want to talk about." Dimas flicked his chin towards the sofa, to hint that Amara was occupying it, then returned his focus to the laptop.

For a moment, only silence stretched across the room. Located on the second floor, Dimas' workspace is medium-sized with a luxurious and elegant design. Dimas deliberately chose a soft orange pitch color with a touch of a little brown on the frames. The room itself is not too bright but also does not look gloomy.

The atmosphere is comfortable, quiet, and full of privacy. With such a cool situation and order, it is certain that its residents can feel at home for a long time working with passion while gaining inspiration whenever they want. 

The seat that is being occupied Dimas also seems soft and very comfortable, of course, equipped with hydraulic devices for the flexibility of height position.

Amara herself still seemed busy observing the room that she had just entered this time. On the front, it appears to stick to some family photos in a medium-sized frame, following with photos of Dimas graduation and several awards charter that he had obtained.

The main furniture, namely chairs and work tables are located on the left side. While on the right there is a storage cabinet complete with bookshelves for a mini library. Also niche with classic patterned wallpaper for placing electronic devices.

Meanwhile, Amara is sitting on a white sofa covered in synthetic leather that is so comfortable and elegant. It is located on the left side, straight with the position of Dimas.

A large glass window that presents a view of the garden seems to be deliberately placed behind the work chair. It may be aimed at refreshing the room, or perhaps refreshing the view of the owner when fatigue and boredom begin to hit.

"Have you been quiet? Still the same as me?" dimas's questions broke the silence. But the man did not look at the opponent asked at all.

"No, really."

"Yes, yes! Why is it the same with me. There are also, should be grateful because I survived. But I don't think anyone's saying thank you."

Huh, basic calculations. Amara is upset. But what can I do, just a thank you, right? Than he's nagging. Just be careful if you ask for a wage.

Smiling very sweetly, Amara then said. "Thank you for saving me, Mom. Twice, again. Mas Dimas is cool," he praised as he gave his thumb.

Dimas looked at Amara for a moment and screeched, then said but still stared at the screen of his laptop. "Tell you that I'm cool?"

Jesus, this is what makes it so bad, the narcissistic virus. If praised his arrogant nature immediately skyrocketed to the sky.

In his place, Dimas secretly saw Amara who was cheating while peeing his face. Either underestimating or how, it seems like the girl does not like her narcissistic nature. Bodo is very, what is important I like.

Rising from his place, Dimas then sat down to take a position on the sofa opposite Amara with his back leaning, while his legs crossed. The two looked at each other in silence.

"Mas Dimas what do you want to say?"

Unable to hold back the curiosity any longer, Amara finally decided to ask.

"Huh?" Amara gasps. His face was immediately embarrassed. The man should not have to know because he took a job taking care of it. Isn't it a shame to be caught in his background receiving work because of debt?

Dimas folded his hands in front of his chest, then narrowed his eyes while staring at his treatment.

"How much is my mom's salary?" asked the man then with a curious face.

Amara, who was down, suddenly raised her gaze, then shook her head slowly. Dimas himself instantly knitted his brows and unfolded his hand, acting as if puzzled. The man straightened his back and stared intensely at Amara.

"Huh? Real ones? You have to work, but you don't know how much you're paying!"

"Since the beginning came until now, there has been no special talk about my salary, Mas. Madam just said I'd get a big bonus if I could take care of Mas Dimas until he recovers."

"And you believe!"

"Why not? I'm sure, Madam may not intend to cheat."

"Where do you know?"

"From my heart's confidence."

"Curtain!" Dimas screeches. "All need clarity, Amara. Including the salary of a job. You want to buy a cat in a sack?"

"No papa, as long as it's cat's content."

"If it turns out to be a dog?"

Amara fell silent. I don't know why he felt Dimas' anger was like he was showing sympathy.

It is true what Dimas said. Everything needs clarity. The real thing was very important but he deliberately ignored. Amara never even considered how much she paid, as long as it was enough to pay the debt and avoid Juan.

"So during these few months you've never paid you at all?"

"Ear!" amara answered quickly before Dimas boarded the apoplexy. "I only ask five million to pay the debt, and let the rest remain with the Madam until the time I ask. Since my needs here have already been fully borne by the Madam, so I think it is better to leave the rest to the Madam as savings." Amara was silent for a moment then looked at Dimas suspiciously. "Mas Dimas himself why not trust Madam?"

"I don't believe in Mama. I'm just thinking about Lo's well-being!"

"Thank you for the attention of Mas Dimas. But I take it anyway, no matter what salary my mistress will give me."

Dimase sighed softly looking at the nerimo attitude of his nurse.

"Okay, because Mama's back in Amrik and hasn't returned, so you'll have a contract to work with me."

Amara gasped and looked at Dimas with a surprised expression. "Kok, Mas's contract?"

"Yes, let it be clear." Dimas then got up after answering. Amara herself just kept quiet while watching her patient back busy herself at the desk. Some time later Dimas got up with two pieces of paper in his hand.

Seriate