The Nurse's Choice of Man

Walk with my feet

“Apaan anyway, Mas! Don't miss, deh!” Amara twists a lazy eyeball in response to her patient's overreaction. It could be that the man was thinking things out while Amara had not solved her question.

“Terus, who you want to see, what try?” Dimas asked curiously.

“People I'm talking about used operations at the head of Mas Dimas! I want to see what the former looks like.”

“Owalah, I guess what,” Dimas chuckles amusedly. Infuriated, the man then scratched his non-itchy nape. Staring at Amara who seemed to be waiting for his answer, he opened his hat and leaned his head. “Nih, if you want to check. I haven't checked in a few days, have I?”

 “Iya,” Amara then touched the head Dimas intends to check it. It took a little effort for him to grab the head of Dimas who was responsible when he brought his head closer.

I wanted to feel Amara protesting and asking Dimas' head down, but the girl was too reluctant and unkind. He also needs to maintain the mood of his patients to speed up recovery.

But with Dimas' towering posture, Amara found it difficult to examine him, and decided to stand on one leg.

"I'm sorry, Mas. I stand. You don't reach it," said Amara with a slightly awkward tone.

"Eat him don't be boncel."

"Well, who's boncel? As a woman my posture is quite ideal, really!" refute Amara did not accept, then rebuked upset.

"Hemmm," Dimas muttered to end the debate.

"Now be silent and obedient. If I still act, I'm going to pierce!" threatening the white-clothed girl.

"Yes, yes."

The nurse began to brush strands by strands of Dimas's hair that had now grown thick. Occasionally touching and sometimes slightly applying pressure to see how Dimas reacts. Pain or not. However, what Amara saw in the least Dimas did not show any movement.

Then he's fine. Doesn't this mean this man is healed?

Because of sweating, inevitably make a black mane Dimas wet and limp. But even so, he did not give off an unpleasant aroma at all.

Thanks to good and painstaking care, the former surgery has even faded and is almost invisible. Amara smiled with satisfaction.

A little long Amara's hand played in Dimas' head, so without him knowing, the man who looked so resigned was apparently secretly enjoying his touch.

KiJemari as soft as silk it really makes Dimas lulled. There is a comfortable and pleasant sensation when physical contact occurs even if only from strands of hair.

Because it was so soothing, Dimas' mouth even evaporated. His eyes felt heavy and suddenly wanted to be closed. Silence without moving in a lowered position for a long time really makes it really

"I swear, I'm sleepy Mar." Dimas spoke with half-sourced eyes. His forehead even almost hit Amara's chest if the girl did not hold it.

"Mas." Holding Dimas' head, Amara half ducked down to look at the man's face.

Dimas gasped, then blinked. "I swear I want to sleep."

"Mas, this is by the side of the road! Time to go to bed?"

"Bodo. It makes me sleepy!"

As if no matter the place, Dimas completely closed his eyes with his head still held back by Amara.

The veiled girl let out a rough sigh. "Mas. Wake up!" emphatically. Dimas ignored it. Instead of waking up, the man snored.

I don't know what Dimas had in mind. His hands suddenly moved around Amara's waist and then grabbed him so tightly as if he was hugging a bolster pillow. Suddenly the girl was aghast and spontaneously pushed Dimas' body while shouting his name.

Again Dimas gasped. The movement of Amara who thrashed earlier managed to surprise him until he woke up and opened his eyes.

"What the hell?" Dimas looked up and looked at Amara who was putting on a fierce face. As if he didn't know anything, he raised his chin and asked, "What, anyway?"

Intending to find out for yourself the answer, Dimas also lowered his gaze. The man immediately turned his back to realize that his hand was coiled around Amara's waist so strong that the nurse could not escape.

He spontaneously let go of the girl. But his sudden movements apparently made Amara who stood on one leg become shrewd. Luckily, Dimas was able to re-capture Amara's body before it collapsed.

"Be careful, dong! If this is how you can fall!" jolt Dimas with a reminiscent tone while sitting Amara's body still dumbfounded beside him. It seemed that the girl was still unable to control herself from her shock.

"And it was Mas Dimas who made me almost fall!"

"Lo was warned if it was sewot!" sahut Dimas did not accept. Upset, the man snorted, then threw away his face and muttered. "I didn't know you, just now. Let it fall again."

"Is that Dimas?"

Dimas turned his head and looked at the regretful look on Amara's face. Before the girl opened her mouth and nyerocos at length, she first grabbed the girl's hand and pulled it while getting up.

"Bah, go home yuk. Why here for so long."

Dragging Amara just like that, Dimas to forget that Amara's leg is still injured. The girl screamed back in pain.

"Aow, pain ...!" Amara clenched Dimas' hands until the man looked back. "Can't slow down, what? My feet still hurt ...!"

"Oh yeah, forgot." Dimas patted his own forehead then smiled wryly. "Sorry, she wants to go home" he later said.

"Go home, yes go home! But no need to drag people too, dong!"

"Yes, yeah. That's just a problem. Here I come." Ungainly, Dimas grabbed Amara's left arm and wrapped it around his neck from the side.

At first Amara was surprised and felt awkward. However, after Dimas put on a smile, he obeyed when Dimas began to break it.

Actually Amara's wounds are not too deep to be alarming, but because the wound was right on the palm that became fulcrum, Dimas was worried Amara's legs would bleed a lot considering the girl was not strong to withstand the pain.

"If this is the way, when will it reach home!"

Amara immediately looked at Dimas hearing the man grumbling. I don't know why he was offended by the man's words. Intending not to trouble others, he immediately broke away from Dimas and moved away to create distance.

"I can walk on my own. Dimas if you want to run, run!" amara said as Dimas looked at her with a look of confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"And I said, Mas Dimas if you want to go first. My entry is following."

"It can't be, dong. Departing together, going home must also be together."

"Mas Dimas will definitely not wait for my slow path" said Amara.

"If so walk my feet let me spit."

Amara knitted her brows not understanding. "meaning?"

Not answering with words, Dimas actually showed through action. Without warning, the man bent down and then grabbed Amara's body into his trunk.

"Mas Dimas! What the fuck? Why am I being carried?"

Although Amara thrashed to be lowered, but Dimas easily ignored and still stepped towards home.

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