The Nurse's Choice of Man

Nauras

"Dimas ... Why are you like this? What's wrong with me."

"Go you, Naura, go!" Not caring about all the pairs of eyes directed at him, Dimas growled with anger. His eyes looked at Naura with sharp guts. His teeth were grinding, and his breath was hunting.

A moment later, the dizziness suddenly spread to make a man squeal while pulling his hair firmly, while his eyes closed tightly.

"Neuro ...." Naura. There was anxiety imprinted on her beautiful face. His lips started trembling looking at Dimas' expression which looked like pain.

"I'm asking you to go, Naura. Go!" yelled Dimas without looking at Naura's face. That guy looks fucked up. His face was red and his breathing was irregular.

"Neuro ...."

"Go!" repeat Dimas while pointing at the door. Knowing Naura was just flinching made her anger even fiercer. Losing control, the man grabbed the glass glass in front of him and raised it up high.

"Mas Dimas!" Amara, who had just arrived from the kitchen, was hysterically screaming. Luckily, the girl arrived at the right time. He swiftly snatched the glass from Dimas' hand before smashing into Naura's face.

Putting the glass back on the table, Amara then cupped Dimas' face with both hands while asking with an anxious face.

"Mas Dimas, what happened? Why is Mas Dimas like this?"

It's clear that Amara is confused not a bitch. He clearly remembered leaving Dimas a few minutes ago that the man was still fine. Then why when the man came back was already fucked up like this?

"My head hurts .... Very sick ...," lamented Dimas.

"Astaghfirullah ...." Amara. Seeing Dimas just close his eyes with his hands incessantly massaging his head made his feelings shaken by the tempest. Feeling pity, the rush of the man in order to calm down. He began whispering dhikr and istighfar into the ears of his patients.

Seeing how Dimas' closeness to the nurse-dressed woman made Naura's heart inflamed. I don't know who that girl was that she dared to touch Dimas.

Naura also looked at Dimas with an inexhaustible look. He still did not accept the man's rude attitude, and now Dimas is back to making fun with other women.

Not wanting to drown in confusion, in the end, Naura ventured to ask him to be clearer.

"You who? How dare I touch my girlfriend." Without warning, Naura pulls Amara's shoulder to release Dimas' body.

"Daughter?" Amara repeated the word while frowning. He answered the sharp gaze of the beautiful woman in front of him with narrowed eyes. "Mister Naura?" call him half-assured after a while trying to remember.

Naura. He looked at Amara fixedly, before then raising a question. "How do you know my name?"

Not answering with a word, Amara actually showed a sneering smile towards Naura.

"That's not important" replied Amara cynically. The woman quickly turned around and tried to help Dimas get up from the chair. "Come, Mas. We go home," he said.

"Hey, who do you want to take my girlfriend with you!" Naura was about to pull Amara's arm, but the hijab girl swiftly brushed her aside.

Naura pain. He grimaced while rubbing his painful arm. A moment later, Amara looked at him who tried to embrace Dimas with a face of astonishment. I don't know what the girl's hand is made of so hard. Even the edges alone could make his arm hurt. Not wanting to get any more painful treatment, he finally chose to give up and let the two pass from there.

Amara helped Dimas get into the car and sat in the passenger seat with great care. The girl's breathing panted afterwards. Mapping the weak body Dimas turned out to be draining energy.

Pairing the seat belt and closing the door, he then ran around the car before entering and sitting behind the wheel. After putting on his own seat belt, he looked back at Dimas to ascertain the man's condition before they actually began the journey.

Ah, suddenly Amara felt full. Dimas only fell silent while sitting leaning his head with a blank look straight ahead.

"Mas, we're home, yeah." Amara said as she touched the man's arm, hoping that Dimas would come to his senses and come back as cheerful as before.

In fact, Amara's wishes are not in line with reality. Dimas looked at her. However, the man's gaze looked hollow without showing the slightest twinkle. The man was like a daze.

The light of it makes him sad not dumbass. Amara's chest felt tight, like something invisible squeezed his lungs.

"Mas Dimas, wake up! Plis, don't make me afraid of you like this ...!" As she lost control, Amara shook Dimas' frozen body as if trying to resuscitate. The girl was hysterical, and over time began to sob. "Mas Dimas ...!" call him full of emphasis in between sobs. Not getting any response, he could only look at the patient with a bitter cry.

"Yes, God .. What should I do?" it's desperate.

As he had just returned from a different dimension, Dimas let out a heavy sigh and his eyes twitched. The sound of crying women who greeted the eardrum directly made him feel compassion until he turned his head to the right, and found Amara was sniffing while banging his forehead on the steering wheel of the car.

Although his head was still painful, he tried to move his hand to caress Amara's back just to say hello.

Amara who felt a touch on her back instantly stopped her movements. The girl stopped crying, raised her face, before finally turning to the left side.

"Mas Dimas?" it looks like disbelief. Seeing the face of Dimas who was no longer pale, he hurriedly rubbed his wet face and put on a happy face. "Mas Dimas all right?" tanyanya.

"My head hurts, Mar," said Dimas.

Thank God you remember that I am Amara. Then you're back to how you were, Mas, inner Amara.

"We went to the doctor, Mom. You have to check," asked Amara full of seriousness.

Dimas shook his head quickly while taking his eyes off. "No Mar, I'd like to go home. I just need a break."

"But Mas–" Amara hung up her words as Dimas suddenly raised his hand, as if beckoning her to be quiet.

"Click, Mar. I just want to go home." Although spoken in a slow tone, but Amara did not dare to fight because Dimas spoke full of emphasis. The man really showed that this moment is serious and does not want to get a rebuttal.

Amara can't do much. What else can he do besides obediently Nodding his head, he then justifies his sitting position. Starting to start the car engine, the girl began to drive the vehicle out of the restaurant parking area and split the capital's afternoon streets so crowded with other vehicles.

During the trip, there was no coloring chat even though there were many things that Amara wanted to ask Dimas. However, Dimas who was only pensive while occasionally massaging the temple made Amara feel a little calm. At least the man was in a conscious state, not just silent with an empty view like a statue.

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