The Nurse's Choice of Man

Guys are insensitive

Seeing Amara frowning, Dimas knew the girl was thinking. He deliberately chose to leave immediately without giving time to think long. Because he could guess what the girl would decide.

From the rearview mirror of his car, Dimas saw Amara waving as soon as his car drove fast. Obviously he's out. Pretend you don't hear. Seeing the girl's confusion is really exciting. A little torture for happiness, isn't that fun?

Dimas again looked up when Amara took off his shoes, then ran back. Either he was cursing or nagging when the girl was brandishing her shoes.

"Yah rasain. Who told you to take a bite!"

Dimas suddenly stepped on the brake pedal when he saw Amara sitting on the asphalt. The girl was seen massaging her left leg.

"What kind of kid? Running time so that his legs have been sprained?" mumbling wonder.

Without a second thought, Dimas's thump rewinded his car to pick up Amara. He felt that he had done enough for the girl.

Amara who saw the car Dimas again seemed to change position to be cross-legged. He snorted bitterly, then looked at the car with his cynical face.

"Woy, what's wirid there? Fajr forgot or what, heum?" Dimas joked while getting out of his car. She ran over to her nurse and crouched down in front of the girl.

"Satisfied, Mas Dimas got me!" Amara growling.

"Who would love to do it, lo! Who wouldn't want to talk to, who tried? Who's who's selling that expensive?" Dimas' finger pointed at Amara's face. A second later he showed a triumphant grin, then laughed as Amara threw away her face.

Seeing Amara not making a sound, clearly Dimas became astonished. He tilted his head to look at the girl's face. Amara's attitude that ogah-ogahan shows the face makes Dimas began to be uncomfortable. He touched the girl's shoulder and called her softly.

"Mar, you're not papa, are you?" tanyanya's worried.

"Go there!" Amara brushed off Dimas' hand.

"Well, how angry! What fault?"

Amara is getting upset. It was obvious the man was intending to prank her, but it was still convoluted as well. You insensitive guy!

"You're going to the hospital, aren't you? I'm dropping in, yuk." Dimas tried to persuade. He showed a smile as sweet as sugar.

"Not so. Let the report not be submitted." Amara said without looking at Dimas.

"Cie cie, you want to take care of me for life, dong."

Amara recalls hearing Dimas teasing her. "Dih, amit-amit," he replied as he turned the lazy eyeball.

Again wetted. "Yes, yeah. The one you love is Juan." Dimas smiled sincerely.

Amara only responded with a snort.

"Lo's feet hurt yeah. Here I go with the pijitin."

Amara can only glare when Dimas suddenly pulls his left leg. Like a professional masseuse, the man massaged his leg–which is actually just a cramp– with full of feeling.

"Why do you bengong that? Must be a pleasure." Without looking at Amara, Dimas spoke in a mocking tone. "Let's glare, again. Yuk, ah leave. Hunting late."

"Eh, I don't have to. I can do it myself." Amara tried to defend as Dimas took over the shoes from her hands.

"No papa."

Ignoring Amara's refusal, Dimas insisted on putting his nurse's shoes on. Amara who can't do much can only be obedient. He deliberately straightened the legs to facilitate the work Dimas.

Patently, the man paired Amara's shoes. He did it with pleasure without any purpose. When he finished, Dimas got up. He half-bent and stretched out his hand to help Amara stand up.

"I can do it myself, Mom." Feeling unwell, Amara tried to refuse Dimas' help this time.

Inevitably, Amara also welcomed the young man's hand. With the help of Dimas, he tried to stand up straight.

"His leg still hurts? Do I need to carry it?" While checking Amara's legs, Dimas again asked in order to make sure.

Amara. Instead of answering correctly, the girl was even impressed with disdain.

"Gegayaan want to hold. I was also dropped."

"Heh, you know me! You think I'm not strong hold your tiny body?"

"No! Not beg–" just about to deny, Amara's body has moved to Dimas sling. Of course the girl revolted out of fear and unexpected. "Mas, come down! I'm afraid of falling!" it was full of warning. Amara shook her legs, while her gaze stared in horror downwards. Seeing how Dimas had been bothering him so much, it was not impossible that this time the man would actually drop his body into the streets.

"It can be quiet, no!" Dimas pressed his words, while his eyes looked at Amara with a sharp look.

Completely frightened, Amara gulped with great difficulty. Now he did not dare to make a sound. Only his hand would inevitably strengthen the grip on Dimas' shoulder for safety. He was silent and resigned when Dimas took him to the car.

"A–aku can enter by myself," said Amara when Dimas stopped next to the car.

"Open the door" said Dimas, ignoring Amara's words.

There was nothing Amara could do but obediently follow Dimas' wishes. His left hand then moved pulling the door lever.

After sitting Amara and closing the passenger door, Dimas walked around the car and then sat behind the wheel. The creak coming from the phone stored in his pocket forced the man to open.

Seeing Dimas' expression suddenly turn serious, unruffled made Amara curious.

"Why Mas? Any issues?" ask the girl later.

"Nothing serious, really. It's just like Juan's meeting plan was pushed back first. Suddenly Baskoro called me to come to the office" Dimas explained. He then typed in a reply message for his assistant and after that started the journey.

The shrewdness of Dimas in driving can not be doubted. The journey that should have been taken in half an hour, in the hands of Dimas only takes half. Amara even had to hold her breath in horror by driving Dimas. And when the car had entered the hospital area, then Amara could breathe a sigh of relief.

Getting out of the car and closing the door again, Amara smiled at Dimas who was still faithfully looking at her.

"Thank you, Mom, take me with you" said the girl sincerely.

"Yes" replied Dimas. "What time is it behind?"

"Emmm, don't know yet. Depending situation. Why why?" Amara asked back with a half bent body position. Demi could see Dimas' expression clearly.

"I picked it up again."

"That's okay."

"No papa."

"Later troublesome."

"No."

"Yes, it's already." Amara nodded weakly.

"Entar call if you're back, yeah."

"okay." Amara gave her thumb. The girl was still standing in place until Dimas' car disappeared from view. He sighed slowly, before turning around and moving from there.