The Nurse's Choice of Man

Vain Sacrifice

"Ehem." Dimas cleared a little while fixing his sitting position. He looked at Juan with earnestness and again upheld his professionalism. "How can we start our first meeting?" tanyanya.

Juan nodded. Inevitably he had to forget his grudge for a while. Rice has become a porridge. He has already chosen the construction company Dimas as his construction contractor.

"good. Please" replied Juan.

Dimas nodded small. He then opened his laptop, and began to show several designs with different budgets that have been prepared in advance. He even explained in detail, starting from the calculations, the advantages of design and building structure.

Dimas is very good at delivering a project with a straightforward and rambling discussion. He was even adept at estimating the durability of buildings by adjusting the building materials requested by Juan.

"If deign, I can recommend the material at a sloping price, but with good quality to save your expenses." While leaning his back on the back of the chair, Dimas offered another option that he thought was good for Juan after explaining everything.

Hearing that somehow Juan's sentimental side thrashed. Staring at him sharply Dimas–who was watching him with fingers linked to each other–lantas said with a cynical tone.

"Lo think I'm too poor to need a piece at a low price? Cih, I can even pour any amount of money just for this project."

Instead of being offended, Dimas responded to Juan with a casual smile.

"good. Then I don't have to bother taking care of this, do I? So, when will this project be realized?" tanya Dimas was still in a relaxed style but full of seriousness.

Still staring at Dimas with a sharp look, Juan replied steadily. "Quickly."

Meeting has reached consensus despite colored by unimportant debate. Dimas finally got up from his seat, then reached out to shake Juan's hand in a sign that he had reached an agreement. He still smiled kindly even though Juan did not welcome him.

Glancing at Amara who was still on standby in his place, Juan finally shook Dimas' hand, albeit with a feeling of laziness.

"I don't mind," Juan chimed in a cynical tone.

Until a few seconds passed, the two still shook hands with fierce fighting views. The relaxed looking dimas finally decided to let go of his hand first. Smiling obliquely at Juan, he deliberately grabbed Amara's hand before pulling her.

"Yuk came home," he asked.

On behalf of working professionals, Amara herself chose to obey Dimas. He looked resigned, even passed from there without even looking at Juan.

Unwilling to be treated like a stranger by Amara, Juan quickly chases after the two and pulls Amara's hand to stop.

"Mar," he called out with a sad face. As Amara stopped, she looked at Juan. "Why are you giniin me? Is it my fault, what are you?"

Amara looked at her hand that was fused with Juan's hand for a moment, before then looking at Juan's sad face. He smiled bitterly. There is a pain that spreads in the recesses of the heart when forced to bury deeply the love that has ever come. Forced to let the flower wither and fall even though it has not been able to bloom. For Juan's happiness he was willing to sacrifice his feelings. Now, after slowly trying to organize their hearts, why did God bring them back together?

"Juan. Please let go, yeah." Not wanting to forcefully pull her hand, Amara pleaded with Juan to let her go. However, Juan is not a man who gives up easily, and he is very familiar with it.

"Dar, plis. We're best friends, aren't we? Why are you avoiding me?"

"May ...! If love is love! So cute you two are!" chirps Dimas without looking at the two.

Obviously Juan and Amara who had momentarily forgotten the existence of Dimas was immediately surprised to make. The two looked at each other before then turning their eyes on Dimas simultaneously.

"Love each other but pretentious to hide. Sacrifice in the name of love, when in fact it is in vain. Until when are you going to torture yourself like this!" dimas added again that made Amara and Juan silenced a thousand languages.