The Nurse's Choice of Man

Not Made

At about three in the afternoon, Dimas' car drove at a moderate speed under Amara's control. The girl looks more relaxed when driving towards home, inversely proportional to when departing which looks still tense.

Dimas, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked to the right. A smile expands on the red curvature, when staring at the nurse looks crisp.

Since exiting Dimas' office earlier, the two had not engaged in a conversation at all. Dimas was busy playing his phone, while Amara was busy driving and watching the road. The girl's face also looked happy.

"Why are you smiling?" The inspired dimas asked questions to break the silence. The man with a sharp nose deliberately turned off his phone to pay attention to the nurse's expression.

Realizing that Dimas was talking to her, Amara looked at Dimas for a while and then smiled faintly. "Ah, no really," he answered briefly in a repugnant tone. He looked straight ahead to watch the streets.

"However? Your face looks so happy when you're happy!"

"Then anyway? My ordinary people."

"Yes, oh God."

Not intending to respond to the words of Dimas, Amara immediately put a flat mimic in order to dismiss the thought of Dimas. He chose to focus on the steering wheel and imagined Juan's face in silence.

In his heart he indeed confirmed the words of Dimas earlier. He was indeed happy after speaking from heart to heart with Juan. All of that did happen due to the intervention of Dimas who knew so much about his feelings.

At first Amara was upset that Dimas was so presumptuously vague about everything that had happened. About how Juan's lover treated him, as well as Mama Juan's request to stay away from her son. In the light, Dimas' words invited a big question in Juan's heart.

Amara refused to admit it. However, because Juan continued to urge, finally inevitably he revealed it.

"Okay, I'll be honest, but .. I want to ask you one thing." Amara submitted the terms to Juan before admitting everything.

Keep in mind, at that time both were in Juan's room only both. Dimas gave Amara a chance to talk from heart to heart with Juan, and chose to wait in the company cafeteria.

"ask what? Say Amara! Let alone one, whatever your request will be granted." Juan who was crouching under Amara's feet spoke steadily while holding Amara's fingers. He couldn't even cover up his happiness of being able to talk this close to the girl.

Amara who was sitting on the sofa looked at Juan's eyes briefly before then turning her eyes away. "Ju, don't dong. Your behavior by sitting down like this makes me uncomfortable to know, no." He said honestly by putting up a bad nose. Juan laughed in response to Amara's reaction.

"It's because I'm so happy, Mar. I don't want you to run away again for the umpteenth time." Juan smiled wryly after saying that.

"But not gini, either. Sitting on the couch is better."

"OK, okay. I'm doing what you want." Juan surrender. The man then sat on an empty sofa beside Amara. However, his hand was even reluctant to let go of the girl's fingers. "Udah, right? You're more comfortable, right? Now, now the story," she asked.

"Never fuss again with Mama you make me defend, yes. He loves you very much."

"Yes, I promise I won't make any more noise. But if his behavior is too late must be warned, Mar. Can't be silenced! He must have come to the hospital and asked you to stay away from me, right?" guess Juan. He looked into Amara's eyes.

Seeing the aura of anger emanating from Juan's two neutrals, Amara so thought a thousand times to say. He could already guess what would happen if the word truly acknowledged. Not wanting it to happen, he shifted the conversation to dampen Juan's emotions.

"Ju, you rarely eat now, huh? How's it a little bit cursive?" he asked while watching Juan's body.

Amara's smile that originally looked cheerful suddenly turned sour. "Yes, yeah. I'm serious," she said with pursed lips and head down.

Without Amara realizing it, Juan who had originally put up an upset mimic suddenly commented a smile. Somehow the man looked happy just from seeing her adorable expression. Of course because this is what that man misses. And the man again put on an angry expression as soon as Amara looked at him.

"The point is just one. Mama and your boyfriend are very dear to you–"

"Former girlfriend, Amara!" juan Errorat. "I broke up with Gladys.

"Okay, okay, whatever it is." Amara sighed in annoyance before then continuing the word. "The point is they love you very much. That's it! I don't want to discuss at length that makes your mood so messy."

"No, Mar!" juan did not accept it.

"Can, Juan. Behold .... I can talk like this just like you, I am so happy. Plis, don't ruin our moment with unimportant things. I forgot all about the events of that time. To the point that I don't know what I want to tell you. Really." Amara pointed her fingers together to convince her.

"Well, excuse," Juan denied.

"Juan, plis." Amara cupped her hands together in front of her chest with a groggy face. Juan was so heartless. In the end the man relented and obeyed the wishes of his best friend. The two also talked at length without a single mention of it.

"You should thank me for making you the same Juan in the end as well. If you need to appreciate what cake, that is," said Dimas confidently.

The words of Dimas just successfully pulled Amara from daydreams. The girl turned to Dimas for a moment then swung her lips. "Give appreciation for what? My man is the same Juan is not so, really," apparently.

"Not made!" Dimas. "It's been a time of luamma that Juan hasn't shot you yet!"

"Where to shoot, the guy I told you we'd be friends forever, really."

"Dam. I defend flatulence most coffee in the cafeteria was not fruitful? Amara, Amelie. What the hell you want!" Dimas pinned Amara's head because he was so furious. "If you love each other why also just survive to be friends! Do not know yourself, no!"

"So what do I have to do ...?" lirih Amara while rubbing her head with a timid expression.

"Well, if Juan finds love, accept! Simple, right." Dimas let out a rough sigh, then returned his gaze towards the front.

Just then, they almost passed a restaurant where he used to eat before Amara came. He told his nurse to stop by there.

"Left, left. Let's stop by for a meal!" he still has a hostile face.

The obedient Amara immediately nodded her head. The girl cleverly turned the steering wheel of the car to the left and began to carefully park the car.

"Because being a matchmaker failed to make me want to eat people know not!" dimas grumbled as he passed leaving Amara.

Seriate