The Nurse's Choice of Man

Salons

Amara bowed while biting her lips. He looked at Dimas timidly, before then saying, "Sorry Mas, I can't dance," he said.

Not believing it, Dimas smiled lightly. "Lying is yes. Girls' time can't dance," the protest is dubious.

"Yes, if you only use powder, you can. But it seems unnecessary, deh. Didn't I go to the show? I waited for Mas Dimas in the car, huh?" amara asked in a tone of assurance, as well as asking for approval.

"It can't be, dong! Waiting in the car!"

"No papa, Mom. My job is just to put Mas Dimas in good shape."

"If I say I can't! It's hard to tell." Dimas gave a rough sigh. He then looked at the clock on his wrist. "There's still time. Hunt sana dandan the beautiful. I wait, loh. There-there." Without warning, he sighed Amara's body to enter the room, then closed it from the outside.

Dimas had just taken two steps from there, but the door was opened following the sound of Amara calling out to him.

Forced, the man who was neatly wrapped in an all-white suit stopped his steps and looked back. A moment later, he clucked in surprise to see Amara's head poking out.

"Gosh this is a kid. What else, huh!" he nodded while turning around his body.

Out of the room with a timid face, Amara also expressed her heart very carefully.

"I ... a–aku ...."

"What!" insist Dimas impatient.

"I ... no party clothes, hehe," said Amara to show her a row of white teeth.

***

Amara followed Dimas in front of her. There was nothing to do but to follow wherever the man took him. This time, Dimas' car stopped at a beauty salon and a famous boutique.

When the entrance opened, a beautiful woman seemed to welcome Dimas and Amara with a very friendly and fluffy smile.

"Good afternoon, welcome to the Jewel salon. Can I help you?"

Not immediately replied, Dimas actually approached and glanced at Amara for a moment before then looking back at the salon receptionist with his face leaning forward.

"Sir, I can ask for help, right? About the face of a gini can be repaired, can't you?" he pointed at Amara's face. Just sober the girl swerved in disbelief.

"Kok reparation, anyway Mas! My face is so broken that it needs to be repaired!" Amara growled in annoyance.

Instead of correcting speech, Dimas actually put his index finger on the lips, hinting to keep Amara quiet.

The receptionist tried to smile kindly even though he wanted to be out of his mind. He stared at Amara for a while before looking back at Dimas.

"Owh, I mean you're in-make over, right?" ask to make sure.

"Yes, whatever it is, ma'am. I want him to be a little bit quiet from now on. Let's not be shy to be invited to the condangan," said Dimas with his song.

Don't ask what Amara's face looks like. The face of the girl in the nurse's clothes looked crimson. While his hands clenched tightly, ready to blow at Dimas if they were just the two of them.

"Ow, please choose which package? There are several treatment options for the face, hair and body. Or maybe we want nail care, we also serve manicure and pedicure." The beautiful lady with such a shoulder began to offer.

Not wanting to linger, Dimas chose to entrust all to the salon.

"This is it, Ma'am. Because I don't know anything about women's care, I believe everything is the same. I nitip this kid. All the same party clothes that fit him. How much I pay." Dimas said steady to convince.

Of course the receptionist believed and nodded happily. The young lady could of course judge which one was truly ignorant to the one pretending not to know. When viewed in terms of appearance, Dimas was clearly a dirty man with expensive clothes and got off the luxury car. He is also a learned man.

The receptionist could even read only with Dimas's body language which clearly showed Amara teasing through his foolish feigning.

Long before Amara came, the beauty salon for Dimas is a familiar place. Thanks to Naura, he often stayed there to accompany the idol beautify themselves.

"Half hour must be done, Ma'am, yes" Dimas said before leaving. The man opted out of the salon while Amara was away.

"Not until half an hour is also finished, Kok Mas. The mama is already beautiful, so just a little polish left," said a make-up artist who got the task of decorating Amara.

"But I don't want it polished with paint, Ma'am." Dimas warned with a serious expression. Of course it invites the laughter of the MUA

"Not that, my mom. We're not ready for paint here either."

"Good, deh," concluded Dimas. He then passed after showing his grin to Amara.

Half an hour passed. Dimas's car entered the salon's courtyard as the afternoon began. The man rushed in to pick up Amara because he did not want to waste time remembering the event was about to start.

Not seeing Amara's whereabouts, he decided to occupy a sofa in the waiting room.

"It was not even half an hour was finished, in fact it was half an hour past a minute Amara had not come out too," he murmured with a combing look around.

"Mas has come, yes." The receptionist appeared with a smile that expands, so inevitably Dimas also gave a smile back.

"It's not finished, is it?" tanya Dimas.

"It's done. Even then" replied the woman.

"Well, where's the guy?" Dimas then dyed.

"Tuh," pointed at the receptionist, who was immediately followed by Dimas's gaze towards her.

Decit the sound of high heels colliding with the marble floor accompanied the footsteps of a girl. Wrapped in a black mermaid dress, Amara walked gracefully out of the room.

Different from usual, the girl looked so beautiful and charming. The dress made of mixed velvet material it looks very beautiful. With a combination of imported brocade details that adorn the top to the knee, and similar ornaments of pearl seeds that are circular at the wrist and also the knee, Amara like an angel without wings.

Dimas was still stunned in his place. His gaze was looking for Amara, but what appeared was a beautiful girl with a look that was so elegant. Actually he wanted to ignore, but the girl actually smiled at him so inevitably he looked at him with a frown.

Stopping right in front of Dimas, Amara looked at the man who was still fixated. The two Netra were both ironing with expressions that were difficult to decipher. Silence stretched until a few seconds passed, before Amara finally tore him apart with a call, until Dimas rounded his eyes for a moment.

"Mas Dimas is dumb?"