The Nurse's Choice of Man

Baper

"Mara? It's elo?" ask Dimas with a tone of assurance.

"Aaa .. Who does Mas Dimas think I am?" Amara grumbled at the thought that Dimas was pretending not to recognize her. He then raised a question after watching himself with an expression of insecurity. "Mas, what do you think Mas Dimas looks like?"

Dimas watched Amara's innocent mimic for a moment, before then observing the girl's appearance as if judging. I don't know what is in his mind at this time, suddenly just sigh and mesang mimik disappointed.

"Where, yes ..," he said in a tone that was difficult to interpret.

"Where's what?" urged Amara too with a confused expression.

"Mbak .. because so beautiful Ma'am, Mbak's girlfriend is so speechless, you know. Isn't that right, sir?" A woman who served as a manager at the salon finally spoke up to mediate. The woman smiled very sweetly as she gently touched Amara's arm, then turned to look at Dimas for approval.

Hearing the word girlfriend made Amara and Dimas compactly look at each other with shocked expressions. A moment later, Amara immediately corrected the manager's speech to avoid misunderstandings.

"But we're not dating, ma'am. I'm just the nurse."

"Nurse?" The woman repeated the nurse's words with an expression of surprise as well as disbelief.

"true." Amara nodded confidently.

The manager swallowed for a moment. Apparently he was completely wrong. Although at the beginning he had felt suspicious if the two humans in front of him were not lovers– saw how the indifference of Dimas and the uniform worn Amara–but he tried to deny because the man was willing to pour not a little money just to beautify this woman.

Due to the guarantee that Dimas would pay all the fees, he chose all the best for Amara. Starting from dresses, high heels, famous brand wallets, accessories, to first-class makeup in the salon he manages.

"Oh, please forgive me Mas, Ma'am, I was wrong," he said full of regret while staring at Dimas and Amara alternately.

"Ah, no papa, Ma'am," Amara replied kindly with a cheerful smile. While the different reactions are actually shown by Dimas.

"Lagian Mbak, seen from the side where try if we are dating? There is clearly no match. Especially in terms of face, huh ... he is nothing compared to me," ketus Dimas boasted, while his eyeballs seemed to glance at Amara.

Instead of being offended, Amara who became the moons of Dimas just cut down. Hapal was right how the original Dimas temperament, making him not at all hurt.

"Din" called the manager at the receptionist standing behind him. The two women were currently standing while staring at the departure of Amara and Dimas from the place of the beauty center.

"Yes, Mom." The girl politely replied, then took a step forward, standing right by her manager's side.

The woman with the chest turned her head for a moment, glanced at the receptionist before finally looking back at the back that was moving away. "I think only the elderly, babies and toddlers need nurses, it turns out that adult men too, yes."

The receptionist laughed amusedly. "I thought so too, Mom. On what basis does a fit man like Mr Dimas still need a nurse by his side?"

"Of course." The manager put his shoulder. He turned his head and looked at the girl by his side, and then said, "Maybe the big baby still need to be fed?"

"Or maybe need a dinina bobo every night?" timpal the receptionist half-guessed.

The two looked at each other and were silent for a moment, before finally spinning together because it turned out to be as thoughtful.

***

Dimas' car sped through the street. Penetrating afternoon under the beautiful twinkling lights of the city.

The two passengers inside remained silent until a few minutes passed. The man was preoccupied with the control of his steering wheel, while the woman was busy contemplating while looking out the window.

A moment later, it sounded ****** quietly from the woman's lips. He turned to the right, just as the man looked at him.

Amara shuffled, slightly turning the sitting position. Looking at Dimas on his right side, he asked with seriousness. "According to Mas Dimas how do I look? Isn't it too much? I'm not good, Mom. I saw for myself Mas Dimas has come out a lot of money just for the permak I doang ...." The girl was shaking her lips.

"Well, if you don't like to stay away. Here, there's a tissue for a face washcloth. Take off your make-up." The man spoke lightly while thrusting the tissue box at Amara. It was clear that Amara rejected him outright.

"Ish, Mas Dimas!" the girl nodded while standing off. "I'm serious, this."

"Well, what's less serious? Thought I was playing around? You can be taken again when my clothes are back?"

Amara was silent as Dimas directed a gaze at her. The man sighed, and looked back at the street.

"If I could be honest, I actually took you to the salon," added Dimas.

"How's nyesel?"

"Yes nyesel, I was. I've spent a lot of money, but your appearance is just that." Dimas replied casually but in a convincing style.

Worse, Amara even believed in his words. The girl lowered her head to pay attention to her own appearance, then raised her gaze and looked at Dimas with a limp face.

"I'm so ugly, yeah ...?"

"Yes. But because there was a manager earlier, I was not happy to talk directly to you."

"But she said I was beautiful!" amara protest.

"Yes yes, it is. Yes, he wants to talk badly to his customers in plain sight. The one who had asked for his money to be returned."

Not hearing Amara's voice, Dimas then turned his head to be able to look at the girl's face.

For some reason, he became unwell when he saw Amara suddenly moody and lost the series. Putting on a gloomy face, he pensively stared out the window, with his left hand propped up by his chin.

Without Dimas asking, suddenly a sense of regret came and crammed filled the chest cavity. Honestly, from the bottom of his heart he just wanted to flirt. The haughty Dimas was even too hypocritical to admit that Amara was beautiful. Without thinking, the girl responded with seriousness.

Not wanting to make Amara's sadness sustainable, he also twisted his brain to be able to comfort him.

"Mar, what's that frown? My words are too painful, huh?"

"Yes. Mas Dimas was too honest, "grunts Amara without turning his head.

"Yes sorry," Dimas brief without sin. However, a moment later he put on a smile, and directed his gaze at Amara, acting like he was watching closely. "But, if you want to smile sedikiiit .. aja, must look beautiful."

"Have it, lied." Amara.

"Eh, really."

"No believe. I know, Mas Dimas was just trying to cheer me up, right?"

"No. You're really pretty."

"Huh?" With her innocent face, Amara turned her head in order to see how Dimas was expression. When he saw the clear netra the man was emitting a twinkle of seriousness, his face was reeling in shame. A moment later he looked away, then said, "Udah is Mas. Don't make me a baper."