The Nurse's Choice of Man

Loss of patients

Sitting on a long sofa, Amara noticed Dimas lying weakly on the bed. The man was completely asleep after taking vitamins and drugs. It was visible from the subtle snoring that sounded from him.

Amara who felt unsettled was still reluctant to move from there. As a form of responsibility, he wanted to make sure Dimas was okay. He wanted to stay there until Dimas was completely healed of his illness. Though the sleepiness started to come. Although the pain attacks the entire body. He ignored it all for the good of his patients.

"Go, lo. Go!"

Amara who was almost asleep immediately got up from sitting after hearing Dimas' scream. The man was delirious while stomping his hand like he was hitting someone.

Amara caught Dimas' hand and then held him. He also rubbed Dimas temple wet with sweat before whispering istighfar in the ear.

After Dimas returned to calm he rested his body. Choosing to sit on a dressing chair at the side of the bed, Amara again noticed Dimas with a pias face.

"O Allah, ease the pain he is suffering. Give Mas Dimas healing, for You are the most healing dhat," said Amara as he raised his hand. He prayed fervently for the recovery of his patients.

The night is getting late. Amara is still awake. As if not giving him a chance to rest, Dimas kept delirious about Naura. Sometimes shivering until Amara had to warm up the man's body with a pile of layers of thick blankets. However, if it is not opened for too long the man is instead bathed in sweat.

Over time, Amara began to look at Dimas in astonishment. Although already taking drugs containing paracetamol with high levels, the man's body temperature is still high.

Inevitably, he had to do a way to lower the man's body temperature, and the choice fell on a small towel cloth along with warm water. Yeah, Amara was so painstakingly compressing Dimas' forehead. Dimas himself did not seem to refuse what Amara did, it was seen from the attitude of the man who did not fight.

While waiting for the compress to absorb the heat on Dimas' forehead, Amara picked up her phone which had been neatly stored in the bag since this afternoon. While unlocking the screen, he sees so many incoming notifications, a few missed calls and some unread chats.

Juan's name was the first major contributor to missed calls. Chat via whatsapp messages. Amara smiled happily to see it, then rushed back to the message so that his best friend was not worried about continuing.

[Juan, sorry to reply to your message. Mas Dimas suddenly tantrum after meeting his girlfriend. I tried to calm him down to the point of ignoring my own phone. Have you slept?]

The message has been sent and shows a two-gray tick. Amara sighed, then put her gawai on the nightstand.

"Maybe Juan is asleep" he murmured. He glanced at the watch on his left wrist. "just fine. It's been one in the morning" he said after that.

Not wanting to be prejudiced, Amara then refocused his attention on Dimas. He felt the compress cloth and it turned out to be dry. A spring was taken and wet the cloth before it was then affixed again to Dimas' forehead.

Ting. His phone clinked softly and managed to attract the attention of Amara. The girl's gasps grabbed him and opened the message impatiently.

A moment later, his smile faintly expanded. Sure enough, it was a reply from Juan.

[I haven't been home long and just finished taking a shower, Mar. And now how is it? Is he still a tantrum? Should I come there to accompany you?]

Hurriedly Amara typed a reply message. [No, Juan. Now Mas Dimas is calm. You don't have to worry, yeah]

[Not worried how, at this hour you have not rested, loh Mar! Tomorrow, you will be active as usual.] Juan looks angry.

[I'll sleep soon, you calm down .... I'm used to sleeping late at night. Working time in the hospital is also often not sleeping overnight when it can be a night watch, right .. So, stop excessive anxiety! I'm not papa, really.]

Juan there seemed to sigh after reading Amara's message. He knows how the girl is. Always say he is okay to dismiss the concerns of others.

Besides pretending to believe what else could he do? Now they were far away, and Amara forbade him to come. And even more so it's late at night.

[Yes, I'm not worried anymore. Bentar yuk's call. Want to hear your voice,] invite Juan.

Will not want Juan to follow the wishes of Amara. He immediately typed a reply message. [Promise tomorrow. You call first to wake me up,] the door is half pushy.

Because he did not want to argue, Amara finally agreed. [Yes, I'll call you tomorrow to wake you up. Yes, sleep gih. I don't want to have a missed call tomorrow on your phone booming because you're hard to wake up, hahaha,] joked Amara, and inevitably made Juan there laugh.

The message reply session ended after the two ended with a farewell greeting. However, even so does not mean that both of them actually fell asleep afterwards.

Unbeknownst to them, Amara and Juan were still holding their own smiley compact phones while rereading their messages. Something warmed up in the chest. Making something that was previously frozen is now melting because of it.

Although still have to hold back and harbour feelings of love, but being able to get back close and see a cheerful smile as a friend is enough to make them happy. Yeah, happy they're simple. Perhaps that is the definition of love for Amara and Juan.

"Hoaamm." Amara covered her gaped mouth while yawning using her palm. She was just an ordinary girl who could be attacked by drowsiness at any time. Although insisting to hold back, but the sense that comes naturally is really unopposed. Until only in an instant, he was asleep with cheeks wrapped on the edge of the bed.

***

The vibrating sound emanating from the phone on the nightstand forced Amara to wake up from her sleep. The girl blinked her eyes which still felt heavy. Directing his gaze on the nightstand, his hand then stuck out, trying to reach his cellphone lying there.

The swipe of the green phone handle icon to pick up calls from Juan.

"Assalamualaikum, Juan," she opened the conversation.

"Mar, you just woke up?" juan asked from across the street because he heard the distinctive raucous voice of Amara waking up.

"Yes Juan, I'm sorry I failed to wake you up" Amara said. The girl spoke in a weak tone.

It's not Juan's name if you don't worry about Amara. The man immediately flocked his best friend with a variety of questions.

"Are you really awake?" Juan raised the intonation of his voice. "What time did you sleep last night, Mar? What are you doing after we cut off last night's chat? Did Dimas go back to throwing a tantrum and making you a fuss?"

"No, Juan. Dimas doesn't do anything, though. I'm the one who sleeps until I forget to wake up .... You don't think of anything, yes," said Amara to calm down.

Juan across there sounded sighing.

"Yes, already .. if it's a piece of dawn prayer, yes. The time-hunt's up. It's six o'clock more, loh," said Juan with a tone reminded.

Amara put a smile on. It was this kind of attention that he always missed from Juan.

"Yes, I pray first. Thanks for being built."

"Yes, equally," replied Juan. They ended the call afterwards.

Amara was still smiling when she looked at Juan's profile picture which was still plastered on her phone screen. Instantly his blissful face regained the attention of his love.

However, he immediately realized something and was immediately surprised by it.

"Didn't I fall asleep on the chair with the edge of the bed last night? Then why is it lying on the bed with a thick blanket?" mumbled wondering. His eyes were also observing themselves and the surroundings in a manner of confusion.

"And isn't this the place of Mas Dimas? He's the one who should be lying here, not me!" Amara patted her own forehead while talking. "God, I lost my patient. Where is your Dimas? Mas Dimas!" he shouted while getting up and running outside the room with a panicked face.