The Nurse's Choice of Man

Automobile

"I brought this to the table, yes," said Amara after pouring chicken soup on a large bowl. Getting a nod from Eli, he immediately lifted the bowl and took it to the dining table in the next room.

It was already the third day after his leg was injured, and now the small wound had healed completely. He continued to move as usual, cooking his own food for Dimas, and preparing all his needs.

Tired? Surely it is. The bigger baby is getting spoiled. A little mistake is a big deal. Honestly, actually Amara was sick of seeing childish behavior that seemed intentional by Dimas.

Wh-wh-what for? Of course to prank Amara. Dimas loved to see Amara persecuted by him. However, it is still in a normal level that only affects the annoyance and indignation of the nurse. Well, that's where Dimas would laugh triumphantly.

"All the arrangements are also the plates yes," said Eli who was preparing a side dish in the kitchen, and immediately answered by Amara.

"Ready ...!"

It was quiet for a moment. There's no conversation. Eli is busy in the kitchen, while Amara is busy arranging the cutlery for Dimas.

I do not know where the man went, in the morning had asked Mr. Mamad to take him outside the house. However, before going out, he told Eli to keep preparing breakfast because he would only be out for a while.

A moment later, the squeaking sound of shoes clashing against the marble floor rang out in the silence. The sound of footsteps was heard approaching, and Amara had already memorized whose steps it was. He stayed down and focused on his activities.

"What's cooking for me?" The sound of the bus was heard from the right side of Amara.

"Chicken soup. Didn't Mas Dimas yesterday have this pesen?" amara asked while busy pouring water into a glass glass, without looking at the person who asked her to talk.

A moment of silence before then a squeak was heard resulting from the friction of the chair's legs with the floor. Dimas pulled out a chair, then sat on it. The young man gulped down the orange juice that was already available, then said after putting back the glass that left half the piece.

"Nasi dong," pinta Dimas. Amara nodded in understanding, then poured the freshly-cooked rice into an empty dish Dimas. As if he understood very well what to do, he deftly picked up some kind of side dishes.

"Enough." Dimas began to eat the food presented in front of him. Amara chose to stand on the left side behind Dimas while looking down.

"Well, is he standing there?"

Amara was aghast at Dimas' sudden voice.

"Nothing to say, Mas," he replied with a stutter. The girl immediately put her shoe back in her pocket.

"Blooding. You'll come with me outside."

"Where, Mas?" amara asked quickly with a curious expression. The girl tilted her head in order to see the face of the master from the side.

"Manut is why! Don't wear everything." Dimas raised the tone of his voice and it made Amara obedient.

The girl immediately pulled out a chair and sat down taking a position to the left of Dimas.

"Eat a lot, let it be strong to face reality" said Dimas while still chewing his food.

The words Dimas even managed to make Amara cut down while re-soaking the rice to add to that which was only half a spoon.

The mood was silent again. Only the twang of the spoon collides with the dinner plate. Oh yes, Amara forgot to pay attention to how Dimas's facial expression. The man just kept enjoying his cooking. Usually likes to be chatty. This protest is. Less salt, it is. Most micin, though. Sweetness, acidity, acidity and etc.

Curious, the veiled girl began to raise her gaze and directly looked at Dimas. There was something different about the man's appearance. He was wearing a neat suit. I don't know when the guy shaved his hair.

With dark and light undercut models, Dimas looks more stylish than ever. If yesterday he still appeared with hair a little irregular hair, now he thinned the side hair to the back, and let the upper middle is quite long. Until the moment his hand moved, the hair without pomade was split in two by itself and made the man more charming in his Coll style.

"Don't look at the guenya for long. Danger. You have a crush, again." Without looking at Amara, Dimas spoke lightly while continuing to eat.

Amara gasps. He turned his head and swallowed the food in his mouth with great difficulty.

"God willing, I'm a professional, Mas" he said after sipping a drink.

"Good, deh. You don't need to be heartbroken."

Ish, really care about him. I was just gobsmacked. Don't have a crush either, "inner Amara. He then looked down and finished the rest of his meal.

After breakfast, the two walked to the front porch. Dimas without warning threw his car keys at Amara. Luckily the girl was always vigilant until she managed to catch him appropriately.

"Airin my car," the tall man said as he passed.

"My shell?" amara asked as she looked at Dimas who was about to open the car door with a confused expression.

"Gue is still traumatized" Dimas said. The man looked at Amara with warning. While pulling the door lever that was still locked, he also grumbled. "Cock even dumb. Buruan woy, it's like a statue of Pancoran!"

Amara gasps. The girl went down the last steps of the terrace and approached Dimas.

"Where is Mamad?" ask him with a wink.

Dimas sighed softly before answering. "Lo didn't see him send Bi Eli?"

Immediately Amara was stunned while biting her lips. His face immediately looked worried. Dimas who caught the nurse's expression immediately squinted his eyes.

"Lo can drive, right?" tanyanya.

"Could, anyway. But that was before," replied Amara doubtfully.

Amara nodded weakly.

"What are you waiting for!"

"But never drove a car this expensive, Mas." Amara still stands by.

"That's a matic car. You just need to inject the gas pedal with the same brake. No brake, so you don't have to worry about feet going to pegel." Dimas.

Finally, the two of them slid towards the spot that Dimas was directing. Although with anxiety mixed with worry, Amara tried to do the car very carefully.

"May I add a little, can't I?" tanya Dimas broke the silence.

"What?" Amara who looks tense put up a look of astonishment.

"Speed, then! Time is rice! We are no longer eating. With a speed of twenty kilo meters per hour we want how many hours to nyampe a place of agreement? It's a deserted road, Amara .. only a lo doang car passing by on this wide road ...!"

Dimas started to growl. The time is getting tight but they haven't even reached a quarter of the way.

"Fear, Mas ...," says Amara. He glanced at Dimas while biting his lower lip.

"There are no ghosts here!" Dimas always just like that, instead of calming, but it makes more tense with his expression.

"Hu hu ... Mas Dimas has to." Amara almost sobbed. He was very afraid to try new things. Moreover, the car was not his. Bring Dimas anyway, but how else. It's an order, and he has to run.

Without warning, Amara stepped on the gas pedal firmly until the car immediately shot. Because so suddenly the shock just produces a strong pull until the head of Dimas hit the backrest.

Still not stopped there, Amara who was surprised by his action reflex stepped on the brakes until the car suddenly stopped and produced a loud scream. Now the car he was driving stopped right by the side of the road

Worse, it made Dimas' head hit the dashboard and of course the pain. What makes Amara more frightened, now the master is looking at him with sharp eyes.

"Woy, you want to kill me! Be careful Amara ... relax, rilax ...!" dimas was half angry. The man's left hand held firmly on his car's ceiling grip, while the right hand gripped Amara's sleeve.

Amara who realized her mistake could only grimace while strengthening the grip on the steering wheel of the car. Looking at the man next door, he smiled wryly, then said.

"Hehe, sorry. I'm tense," the ringist.

Dimas let out a rough sigh while massaging his chest, then looked back at his nurse with a furious expression.

"You know, I was traumatized! Keep making my history stay a name!"

"Not ...!" rebut Amara.

"Continue! You want to scare me?"

"Not intentionally, Mom. Don't want to make Mas Dimas afraid either ...." Amara. "And I said not sure I could, but Mas Dimas maksa."

"Lo wants to kill me!"

"Nope ...." Amara shook her head weakly. He looked down, not daring to return Dimas' gaze.

Again Dimas sighed deeply, trying to neutralize the feeling. Just now he had boarded the apoplexy, but a moment later could not bear to see the girl by his side frightened by his anger.

Not without reason Dimas told Amara to drive. She wanted her nurse to be reliable and understand what she wanted. In the end Dimas also realized, maybe because Amara depressed so this.

"Yes, already. Sorry I snapped at you earlier. Now continue the road again yes. Just relax don't mind too much, okay."

Pardon you? I'm not wrong, horrified? bengong Amara wondered. He should have gotten used to this obnoxious man's attitude which is often rude but also sometimes gentle.

"Look up, again. Hurry up, before I apologize!"

"Eh, yeah-yes." Amara immediately started the car engine and did it according to Dimas's orders.

From the tail of her eyes, Dimas could see Amara smiling to herself. He even thought, the girl was moved by the gentleness of her heart that occasionally appeared.

"Cih, when I say sorry is not because sincere, you know. But let's not make me wretch."

Amara who was driving immediately turned to Dimas with a look of disbelief.

"Sabodo is the same feeling of others. What matters is that I am safe. And one more. I have a free driver. Not bad," muttered Dimas with a satirical tone. While smiling to himself, his eyes continued to look outwards.

Amara snorted annoyed. Dimas' song has never had a cure. It is certain, will never be separated by his annoying attitude. He smiled as he found a way to work on his patient.

Amara deliberately increased the speed when no other car passed. However, he immediately put on a panicked face while tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"Mas Dimas, the brakes can't!"

"Well!"