The Nurse's Choice of Man

Cie cie

"Damn lo! Can't be more careful, what!" Dimas cursed with anger after successfully removing the beans from his throat.

Fortunately, Ely's panic made Amara realize that Dimas was choking on food and quickly gave help.

However, this time the girl had to endure Dimas's anger due to his inadvertent recklessness. Feeling guilty, Amara could only remain silent with her head bowed in fear. While his hand unconsciously squeezed the end of the shirt because he was so afraid.

"Sorry, Mas .. I was accidentally ...," said Amara. That was the only word that managed to come out of his mouth.

"sorry. You must have deliberately wanted to make me wretched, right!" accuse Dimas of pointing at Amara's face.

"By Allah, no!" Amara quickly denied while showing her two fingers.

Dimas looks inflamed. He did not even pay attention to the words of Ely who tried to mediate, even so with Amara who tried to explain.

Trying to reduce his anger, Dimas who was originally standing now back anchored his body on the chair he was sitting on earlier. Glancing cynically at Amara, he said, "Lo must have the right punishment."

"What!" Amara opened her eyes. A wild mind immediately spread in his frontal lobe. If Dimas says he should get the punishment, does that mean he should swallow the egg whole? That's how he thinks.

Not wanting that to happen, Amara knelt down and hugged Dimas's leg, and began to pull out her waving face.

"Mas Dimas forgive me. Love me any punishment just so it's not that! Don't force me to make egg nelan too. I don't want to choke, Mom. I'm young, I don't want to die! I still owe a lot. If he dies, who will pay ...!"

In the heart Dimas laughed out loud. He was satisfied because his acting to scare Amara went smoothly jaya. However, as much as possible he refrained from making himself look fierce in the eyes of his nurses. Because what? Self-esteem remains primary.

"I can't do that, dong. You know the laws of nature, right? You also know the law of karma!" push Dimas without looking at the face. He was trying to stop himself from blowing up laughter. The more Amara was afraid, the more she felt happy.

"Mas, pardon ...," please Amara. The girl looked up, staring at Dimas with teary eyes.

Just then, Dimas was also looking down and staring at the treatment. Their eyes were also rubbed for a moment, before Dimas finally threw his gaze away.

Damnit. Look Amara nangis gini kok me so do not have to fuss him for long. Basic female. Always use their tears as weapons, Inner Dimas.

Scratching his head that is not itchy, Dimas then cleared his throat slowly.

"Wake lo! Feels like my king is worshipped gini," he said with a whimper.

Amara was obedient. The girl immediately stood up and showed a sun-bright smile. "Thank you, Mom," he said later.

"Yes. I'm sorry you had to, you know!"

Hearing that, Amara turned moody. The girl then looked down with a face full of regret.

"But keep, you'll accept my punishment."

Amara looked up, and looked at Dimas with a face of disbelief. "What punishment, huh Mas?" tanyanya.

Dimas was silent for a moment while thinking, while Amara who was standing in front of him seemed to pay close attention. Exactly waiting for what punishment Dimas will give for him later.

"Huh, let's go, "sigh Dimas while turning the body against the table. "Gue wants breakfast so there's energy. In the gini laper I have a hard time thinking."

"Owh," replied Amara while nodding her head.

"Now, just owh?" dimas protested with his cynical gaze.

"Serve me, be it!"

Amara blinked her eyes. Staring at Dimas and the dishes on the table, he understood what to do.

"Good, Mas." Amara nodded obediently. Then deftly move the rice complete with vegetables and side dishes into the Dimas dinner plate. Afterwards, he placed it right in front of the man. "Please ...." He spoke with a cheerful tone.

Putting on a flat expression, Dimas stared at the dish for a moment, then moved onto Amara's face. "That's doang?" he asked with disdain.

Amara's lips were slightly agape. His eyeballs also widened as he stared at his patient. He then looked back at Dimas' dinner plate, and he thought everything was complete there. "What else is missing, Mom?" he was half annoyed.

Dimas deliberately stomped both hands, acting as if he was sore. "Fairy me. My hands are tingling again, so it can't be made to eat."

Amara opened her eyes. He looked at Dimas half in disbelief. However, because of Dimas' cynical gaze towards him, he inevitably nodded obediently in order to avoid the man's absurd behavior.

"Hehe, well Mas. I must have treated him with pleasure" he said with a forced smile.

***

After feeding Dimas with all his fuss, Amara rushed to clean up and look neat as usual. Today is the schedule to the hospital to submit Dimas' health report. All the files he needs have been prepared since yesterday. Just need a little extra for yesterday.

If Naura's presence had no effect on Dimas's psychological state overnight, this report is the best report on Dimas' health during his treatment. It certainly affects the period of time he takes care of Dimas.

However, because of the incident inevitably he had to write it also with the truth for the good of Dimas. He had to stay next to the man longer. Of course by preparing a sense of patience as wide as the ocean.

The watch that already showed the number nine made him have to rush off. He had an appointment with Doctor Khanza to come at ten o'clock, of course it would not be nice if he arrived late and made the woman wait.

Just as he stepped hurriedly out of the room, Dimas came out of his study. The man in the semi-formal suit appeared to be fixing his watch. Seeing the presence of Amara who looks rushed, he was intrigued to ask.

"Don't you look so fucked up?" Dipping her fingers into her pants pocket, she noticed Amara who was busy with her tote bag. While the armpits appear to flank the files packaged in a map.

"I'm late, Mom. Again in a hurry," explained Amara without stopping her busyness. He stopped when he realized something. Noticing Dimas' neat appearance, he frowned before finally raising a question. "Where is Dimas himself going?"

"You'll meet Juan at the location. Understand, lah. He's the first client after I recover, so I have to be nice to him, dong," he said with a proud smile.

"Cie cie, who is now getting along," seduced Amara while smiling.

"Religion because there is a desire. If there is no ogah baikin him. Apa'an. Guys have no gentle at all. Shoot girls just don't dare," Dimas replied in a dismissive tone.

Amara. However, he understood what Dimas meant. However, he also could not bestow blame on Juan for not wanting to declare his love first. He understood very well, his best friend did not want to ruin their togetherness with the word hasty love. Moreover, it was previously he himself who wanted them to be friends forever.

"If he is a sensitive guy, you should know. I'm gonna give you a hard code, you know that you like him too!" added Dimas with a passionate tone. He was silent for a moment, then looked at Amara with narrowed eyes. "Why are you so much? Cie cie, who's waiting to be shot ...."

"Ih, what the hell is Mas Dimas!"

Plaque!

"Ouch!" Dimas complained as Amara's hand landed a heavy blow right on his arm. "It hurts, you know Mar!"

"Don't like ledekin people!"