The Nurse's Choice of Man

Ikuuuut

"Udah, ah. I'm leaving first." Still putting up a nasty mimic, Amara passed away just leaving Dimas. He did not want to linger there and listen to the plagues of the absurd patient.

While Dimas was actually widened to see the shy attitude that Amara tried hard to hide. Obviously the girl's face was met with red but still denied as well.

"Cie cie ...!" tease Dimas again with a higher tone. He was still staring at that slender back that was moving away.

Upon reaching the doorway, Amara turned her head for a moment. When he found Dimas still watching him with a mocking laugh he then snorted bitterly.

"So, ye! Suit, suit." Dimas whistling.

"The Dimas is a bit of an opo, to?"

Dimas turned his head when he heard Ely's voice. The woman appeared in shock and put on a curious face. He who was busy in the kitchen was made to wonder by Dimas' booming laughter. For the sake of knowing that he even turned off the stove so that it could be abandoned.

"Ngetawain Amara, Bi," Dimas replied as he pointed towards the door

Clearly, Ely's gaze immediately followed the direction Dimas pointed. However, the woman actually frowned.

"What's Amara, To? Where do you keep breaking?" ask him while he was down.

Dimas immediately turned his gaze toward the door, and did not find the girl there.

"Loh, I told you the leak. Auntie, it's too late to come" said Dimas as he passed.

"Where are you going, too?" Ely, who was curious, decided to follow Dimas' steps while asking.

"You want to work, you want Bi."

"Work? Is Mas Dimas really healthy?"

Dimas stopped his steps, then turned his body to face Ely. He smiled cheerfully as he spread out his hands.

"Do I look like a sick person?"

Ely noticed Dimas' appearance, then shook his head.

"Yes, no, anyway. But last night Mas Dimas was like a relapse," said Ely.

"Other last night now, Bi. I feel like my condition is better now than ever. Huh, ah. Don't worry too much. I can take care of myself, okay."

In the middle of the conversation, Mamad suddenly appears and manages to attract the attention of Dimas and Ely. The two turned their heads together as the middle-aged man let out a question.

"Mas Dimas is ready? Let me take you."

"Loh, Mr. Mamad is here. Where's amara?" Dimas who saw Mamad still at home could not help but ask. The man should have taken Amara to the hospital as usual.

"Mak Amara has gone first, Mas" explained Mamad.

"Well, how was the road first? Mr. Mamad should have sent him to the hospital, right!" The originally cheerful face of Dimas now suddenly turned tense. It looks like he is in an emergency.

"Mara, Amara. The boy was very difficult to say," he sighed while shaking his head. Mamad and Ely could only look at each other silently.

Shut up for a moment, Dimas seemed to think of something. A moment later, he nodded thinly when he found a brilliant idea.

"Sir, which car key?" ask her while showing her palms.

"Mas Dimas don't drive himself, Mas. Danger. Let me take you, yeah. After all, Mbak Amara wants to order a taxi online, really," refused Mamad while trying to persuade him.

"Sir, which car key?" Although spoken with a slow intonation, but the tone full of demands Dimas was inevitably make Mamad give up and give the keys to the car Dimas.

While on the street of the housing complex Dimas house, Amara was seen walking on the left side. Sometimes he looks ahead and sometimes behind. Not because he wanted to cross, but the online taxi he booked earlier did not show signs of presence. He's getting restless. Time keeps rolling, while he hasn't left yet. So, in order to save time, he decided to walk while waiting for his taxi to come.

Tin ... tin ...!

Amara who was originally daydreaming immediately tiptoed to hear the sound of a very loud horn from behind. He turned his head and found a very familiar car in his eyes. Instead of being happy, he sighed. When the car is really right on his side, he actually threw his face away.

"Girl ... temenin Brother, yuk," asked Dimas after lowering the door glass. A seductive smile was also still clearly imprinted on his face.

Seeing Amara just flinching, Dimas again launched an action to persuade him.

"Mar, I'm anter, yuk."

"No need. Thanks." Thanks." Amara answered.

"Eh, so girls can't be jutek-jutek. Look, his face is so ugly," the black-eyed man teased with a serious expression as he pointed at Amara's face.

However, Amara is not just hooked. The girl with the nurse's typical attire only wore a flat and indifferent expression. While Dimas himself is not the type of man who never gives up. The man twisted his brain and tried to persuade Amara in another way.

"Lo forgot that the gate of this complex is very tight guard. All foreigners willing to enter here must pass a complete examination. It must take time, right. I think it's the same with online taxi drivers. That's why your taxi didn't come."

Dimas was silent for a moment to see Amara's reaction. He deliberately raised the glasses perched on his nose bangir.

Ah, it looks like his efforts have still not come to fruition. Because the girl was still flirting.

Inexhaustible, he returned to wearing another style.

"Oh yes, I'm horrified Doctor Khanza at eleven o'clock will there be a visit out of town for counseling, yes. Unfortunately, if you just arrived at the hospital at half-twelfth. Hahaha, auto grin. Please if you feel at home Doctor Khanza until the day after tomorrow! I'll walk first, yeah ...!" Dimas put his glasses back on, then got ready to run the car.

Realizing that Dimas' talk had a point, Amara became worried about making a decision. For a moment he felt confused, between maintaining self-esteem or ignoring shame and pretending to be deaf so as not to listen to the man's babble.

Just about to make a decision, Dimas' car suddenly shot from his side. The car was fast. Amara Panik is not a bitch. Apparently the words of Dimas was powerful to make him think. The girl's gasps shouted loudly calling for Dimas to stop right then and there.

Damn, the roar of Dimas' expensive car was too loud deafening, that the man did not hear his voice.

Not broken charcoal, Amara took off her shoes to be able to run after Dimas.

"Mas Dimas ikuuuuut!" he shouted while running with his hands brandishing his shoes. Unfortunately, it still didn't work. Dimas' car is moving away.