The Nurse's Choice of Man

I think I am aja

"Good morning, sir."

"Morning." Dimas returned the greeting of every employee who happened to cross paths with him.

Unlike the time with Amara, in this place of power Dimas always showed his duty. Although impressed firmly, but the young man in white was still friendly and humble. Stay calm even though the company is being hit by a big problem. Not much to say, but his brain is working. Think hard to find a way out. So no wonder, if the effort he pioneered from graduating college was growing rapidly until now.

Ting! The elevator clinks and the door opens. After meeting with his secretary, Dimas then stepped towards the door that connected directly with his study.

Baskoro who was sitting in his swivel chair became the first sight when Dimas opened the door. Baskoro who was studying the files immediately greeted with a smile when Dimas arrived.

"What's so important about calling me here?" Without further ado, Dimas asked as he approached his assistant's desk.

"I'm the important thing."

Dimas turned his head towards the sofa as soon as he heard the familiar voice of the woman. The man immediately rounded his eyes. Warah found a girl in sexy clothes was sitting with an elegant attitude.

"Naura?" I just can't believe it.

"I'm glad you still remember me, Dimas," Naura said with a full smile. The girl got up and walked over to Dimas.

"What do you need to do here?" Dimas stared cynically at Naura. A moment later, that gaze turned to Baskoro who immediately shook his head, acting as if he knew nothing. "So here's what you said earlier!" cynical Dimas to the man. A aura of anger poured out from his body.

"Dim–"

"Down, Naura!" cut the Dimas with high intonation, while the gaze was so sharp piercing. Forced, Naura lowered her already-cloaked hands in Dimas's arms.

"Dimas, there's something I want to tell you."

Dimas just flinching. However, his face looked red. Teeth grinding. Even the girl beside him did not realize that he was trying hard to suppress his almost explosive anger.

Naura's betrayal at that time was a blow. His influence is terrible. Tear down Dimas' mentality until the man almost took his life. However, when he began to rise and organize his heart, the girl actually reappeared. Worse, he appeared with his innocent face as if he had no sin.

Bitterness after bitterness has been successfully passed. Dimas tried to go through everything. He thinks this is a test. Like iron forged all-out to form a powerful weapon, that is how Dimas's mentality is now. He felt more mature than before.

As his determination was already unanimous to forget everything, Dimas finally decided to forgive Naura. Yes, just to forgive.

Sighing to neutralize the feeling, Dimas also tried to act ordinary.

"Tell me. But I don't have much time for that" Dimas said bluntly.

"Diimas .... Are you that angry with me?" With teary eyes, Naura looked at Dimas with a wailing face. "I'm just asking for a little time to explain this misunderstanding. You must be thinking badly of me, right?"

Not answering with a word, Dimas just stared fixedly at the woman who was still his status as his lover. Trying to look deeper, the lies printed there. However, unfortunately Dimas did not find it from Naura's netra.

Could he be honest?

As a woman who was once a top priority, surely Dimas could not forget Naura just like that. The name is still deep in the heart. Even so with a dozen memories that imprint on memory.

Either because of Naura's domineering charm or Dimas's love still lingers in the heart, until the man unwittingly accepts Naura's invitation to speak together in a more comfortable place.

***

After finishing her affairs at the hospital, Amara tried to contact Dimas at the man's request before they separated. Once without a response, the veiled girl repeated three times.

He sighed softly while lowering the phone from the ear. Not getting an answer from Dimas made the girl nervous. Bad speculations suddenly came. Crackling and disturbing the mind.

"Mas Dimas is fine, right?" mumbling slowly. Other than no response, the man also gave no news at all. Is it wrong to feel worry?

Taking a deep breath, Amara tried to neutralize the mind. Trying to get bad thoughts out of his head.

"It could be, right, Mas Dimas is very busy right now." Amara monologue. He tries to think positively. Can that be a prayer?

[Mar, I'm so sorry I couldn't pick you up. You can go home by yourself, right?]

Although there was a unilateral cancellation of the appointment, but Amara did not look disappointed by it. The girl breathed a sigh of relief, at least there Dimas was fine. Not waiting for a long time, he immediately typed a reply message for his patient.

[It's not pa-pa, ma'am. I can go home by myself. You're fine, right there.]

Shortly thereafter, the notification of Amara's re-entry message received.

[Surely.]

After reading, Amara smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. He saw the development of Dimas' health has been very good until now. The man has returned to himself. More calm and independent. That means, his work period is also soon. Yeah, sure Dimas doesn't need it anymore.

***

The sun has swooped west. The night had changed to evening. Amara who has been trying to calm down since now began to be confused. Because, until nine pm Dimas still did not show signs of return.

Considering this was the first time Dimas came out alone, of course Amara felt some worry. Not without reason. During Dimas' time as a nurse, he still had a responsibility to the man's health.

Amara did not want to try. He had asked the man whereabouts via message, but received no reply. Similarly, with several calls, Dimas did not give a response.

Tired of pacing on the front porch, he decided to step in and throw his buttocks on the sofa.

Euis who saw the uneasiness on his face also tried to calm down by offering food and drinks. However, Amara refused on the grounds of not tasteful. The girl gave up, and decided to sit by Amara's side to ask her to joke.

A few minutes passed. The sound of the roar of the car entering the courtyard also attracted the attention of the two.

"That's the sound of Mas Dimas' car, Tea," Euis guessed as he pointed his index finger.

"It looks like it, Euis."

"Alhamdulillah, Mas Dimas finally came home. Euis relieved, Tea."

"Either."

The whistling sound colored Dimas' steps moving closer. Amara and Euis were still in their place while waiting for the appearance of the man. Sure enough, the figure of Dimas with his spring face actually appeared in the doorway. Seeing Amara and Euis in the living room, he stopped the whistling.

"Well, Mas Dimas whistles, ni happy pisan, euy," ledek Euis with his Sundanese accent.

Not answering with words, Dimas only showed an ambiguous smile. The man glanced at Amara at a glance, before then turning his eyes away.

"Mas Dimas must be thirsty. Euis made a drink, yes," bargained Euis with his cheerful attitude.

"Byeah" replied Dimas.

Euis soon moved from there. Although it still left two people in the living room, but until a minute passed there was no chat that happened with the two people. In fact, so many questions that Amara wants to immediately lay on his patients.

"Gue take a shower, yeah." Not wanting to be trapped in an uncomfortable situation, Dimas took the initiative to say goodbye. He knew he had made the girl agitated with a long wait. However, there was something he could not say for now.

"Where's Mas Dimas from?" Unable to hold back, Amara was forced to ask before Dimas actually left. He got up from his seat, then approached Dimas who had almost stepped foot if he had not asked earlier.

"From the office, Mar. There are things I can't leave behind" he replied, sounding forced.

"Cock just got home? How come I didn't pick up the phone?"

"Mar, you know how I'm doing, interrogation here and there. I'm tired, Mar. Just home. Let me take a break, why?" a Dimas without looking at the face.

"Sorry, Mas. I'm just worried."

"I don't think it matters, do I?" concluded Dimas with high intonation, then passed just leaving Amara.