The Nurse's Choice of Man

Memories at the restaurant

Amara stood in the doorway with a combing look throughout the room. He searched for the whereabouts of Dimas who had abandoned him first.

Be met. The girl heaved a sigh of relief as she looked at the figure of the man sitting alone beside the window. Smiling faintly, he then stepped closer to the chair that Dimas was sitting on.

"Enter it too at last. I think stray," said Dimas without looking at Amara. The creaking of the chair that sounded across the table made her sure it was the nurse. He himself was replying to messages via WhatsApp until there was no time to look at Amara.

"Mas Dimas why the hell, if by the way never filtered?" ketus Amara.

"My filtering's broken. It no longer functions." Again Dimas nyeplos without looking at the one being spoken to.

"Ish," sighs Amara with a lazy expression. The girl folded her hands on the table, her lips pursed and looked at Dimas with an annoyed expression.

Dimas, who had initially lowered his head, seemed to move his eyeballs upwards, staring at Amara for a moment. She could see clearly how the nurse was expressing her. He who likes to flirt, can not let the girl calm down for a moment. Spring it makes things so that the girl is confused.

"Macue food messages! Waiting to make my throat dry, you know."

Amara rounded her eyes for a moment.

"So haven't ordered yet?" he asked half in disbelief.

"Yet, lah. Really males. There's elo why I have to be complicated."

Amara sighed softly while shaking her head. As his hand rubbed his chest, he said, "Patience .. patience."

"What?" ketus Dimas while raising his chin.

Amara shakes quickly. "Nothing," he replies pretending to be friendly. Clearly, with a forced smile.

Dimas was only able to respond to Amara's pretense. However, he knew that the girl was trying to hold back his anger.

Hehehe, kapok! This is just the beginning, Amara. Wait for the best part in a moment, "inner Dimas in heart.

The girl then spread her eyes across the room. Just when there was a waitress passing by, she called the woman in a polite and friendly manner.

"Sir, we want a message, yes," he said.

The woman in the typical maid outfit nodded then approached.

"What message do you want, Ma'am?" ask politely while preparing notes.

The restaurant they went to was an informal type of restaurant with a target of lower middle class visitors, with relatively affordable food and drink prices. Customer reception without place booking system, and visitors do not need to wear formal clothing.

Even so, the place is quite comfortable and the dishes offered have a delicious taste, so that visitors feel at home for a long time and are often a subscription. Dimas himself does like this place because in addition to being comfortable, it also holds many memories.

Amara ordered some food for the two of them, which she knew was Dimas' favorite meal. The waiter begs after the booking. However, just about to move Dimas had already called out to him again.

"Eh, Ma!"

"Yes, Mom?" ask the woman after turning around.

"I want my food to be a little special" Dimas said.

The waiter frowned before asking. "I mean, Mom."

Amara suddenly rounded her eyes to hear Dimas' words. The man was now pointing at him with his index finger, while his lips were grinning evilly.

"Mass ...!" amara was full of emphasis with a forewarning view. "It's a restaurant, not a house. If you want my cooking at home, why come here?"

Ignoring Amara's objection, Dimas looked at the waitress with a smile before asking to be sure.

"Where, Ma'am? Can, right?"

"Well, how about Mas ...." The boy was doubtful.

"Please, Ma'am. There's compensation, really. If I need to talk to my manager myself. I also know the owner anyway, Ikbal happens to be my friend." Dimas said casually while leaning his back on the chair.

"Oh, so this Mas is Mr Ikbal's friend?" The eyes of the waitress immediately sparkled happily. "I'm sorry I forgot. This is what used to come with his girlfriend. Why haven't you stopped by in a few months, Mom?"

"He's just recovered from illness, ma'am." Amara suddenly asked the waitress question. He who had seen the mimic changes of Dimas' face when the woman mentioned the word girlfriend, was mediating before continuing. "So how can I cook for my patients?" ask him later to be sure.

"Owh can, can Ma'am. Let me take you to the kitchen." The maid hinted by hand for Amara to follow her.

Amara nodded faintly. He then looked at Dimas with his lips revealing a sincere smile.

"Attep, yes, Mas. I prepared food for you," he said.

Not answering with a word, Dimas just nodded his head. He then followed Amara's steps away through his eyes, until the girl disappeared behind the door along with the waitress.

Leaning his back, Dimas let out a long sigh. He then circulated the view at every corner of the restaurant room . Nothing has changed. Everything was still the same as it was a few months ago when he last visited the place.

Striking his forehead slowly, Dimas cursed his own stupidity that accidentally stopped by this place again. There was bitter creeping in his heart. The word of the waitress was inevitably to reopen her memory on the incident a few months ago. Where he often passed the time to eat together with Naura in this place.

He was once happy. He used to feel love for a woman so great. However, instantly everything disappeared, shattered into pieces by the betrayal Naura had committed.

"Sir, I want a drink, yes."

Dimas who was massaging his temple was suddenly startled with a voice. The soft voice of a once familiar woman in his ears. In order to answer the curiosity, he looked up and set his eyes on the source.

Deg, just as Dimas' heart was pounding. He choked up, seeing the figure sitting right across from his desk. Grazing a few times, Dimas seemed to not believe what he saw. He rubbed his eyes, hoping that what he saw was not real.

Right at that moment, the object unintentionally turned its gaze towards him and immediately gave the same reaction. Astounded.

"Dimas?" I just can't believe it.

Instead of answering the woman's greeting, Dimas actually threw away his face. His hands clenched tightly, and his face was flushed red. The flames of anger in his eyes grew even more so knowing that the woman was now sitting right in front of him.

"Dimas, are you here too? Long time no see, how are you?" Gently, the woman clasped Dimas' hand while leaning the man in question. Ignoring the reaction of dislike Dimas. Ignoring the man's angry expression. She behaved very sweetly, like a holy woman who never sinned to make others hurt and suffer.

"Dimas .. I miss–"

"Deliver!" yelled Dimas while throwing his hand, to be the center of attention of everyone who was there.

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