The Nurse's Choice of Man

Uncomfortable atmosphere

Arriving in front of a tightly shut door, Vika knocks on it first before then slowly opening.

"Good morning, sir. Mr. Dimas from PT Sanjaya Bakti has arrived to have a meeting with you" he said when he arrived inside at someone sitting in the chair of the director with his back to his back.

"His earrings went into the meeting room, Vika," the man said. "I'll be right up to you."

Dimas and Amara, who were in a room with them, looked at each other. Eyebrows are linked, while their eyes are like talking to each other. Believe it and not, the voice is like a stranger to both.

"Okay, sir," replied Vika. The beautiful girl then invited Dimas Amara to the meeting room. While walking towards the room that took a few minutes there was no chat going on. Dimas and Amara are still busy struggling with his thoughts, while Vika still tries to carry out his duties as well as possible.

"Please, Sir. Soon my boss will come after me," said Vika very friendly.

Dimas thin, then occupy a seat that Vika has pointed. However, before that he took the time to glance at Amara, and hinted through the eyes so that the nurse followed wherever he went.

Amara obedient. He nodded faintly, then stepped up and stood positioning himself behind his patients.

A moment later the door of the room opened on the tail after which the figure of a man wearing a silver suit came inside. At that time Amara and Dimas turned their eyes towards the door at the same time, while Dimas got up from sitting to greet. However, both of them were both stunned when they knew the figure in front of him was someone they had known.

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While the client sitting across, not like Dimas. The tall man was unceasingly looking at the veiled figure who was always standing in pairs behind Dimas. There is a sense of unwillingness that always shackles often staring at the girl remains adamant on her stance. I don't know how many times he seemed to sigh long while throwing his face to muffle the tightness in the chest.

Meeting has not started, but the heat has been mastered since then, even though the room is cold with some AC appears installed in it.

"Ehemm," Dimas cleared his throat while leaning his face on Amara. I don't know what was on his mind, but Dimas was so relaxed and calm while doing it. Ignoring the expression of the client who seemed to not accept.

As if to understand what her patient meant, Amara rushed to pick up a white handkerchief stored in a bag containing Dimas's needs. The girl sighed softly before then rubbing Dimas' cheeks with gentleness.

Dimas was happy to see his client clenched his hands.

"Thank you, my nurse," she told Amara in a teasing tone. Afterwards he smiled and returned his eyes to his client. Seeing the man opposite her look furious, she actually felt more and more victorious.

"So how, Mr. Juan. Can we start the meeting?" tanya Dimas started the conversation after previously only created silence.

Instead of answering Dimas's question, Juan was busy watching Amara. The girl looked down awkwardly. It seems that he feels uncomfortable being trapped in a situation like the present. Being between two men who were struggling in silence. If he could choose, honestly he wanted to get out of this place immediately.

"Sir Juan .. can you please take care of your view?" Dimas spoke with great emphasis after staring Amara and Juan alternately. "She is my nurse, so please be polite to her!" continue on with a high note.