The Nurse's Choice of Man

Thanks for worrying about me

"Mara ...."

Far from Amara's expectations, Winda who noticed the girl's presence immediately greeted her with a warm embrace and a friendly smile.

"You're so pretty, honey. How are you doing now?" Winda asked after breaking his embrace, then gently held the girl's hand and looked into her eyes with a happy twinkle.

Amara. For a moment, he could only stupefy, before finally the clear eyeball gnawed in confusion. Feeling that something was wrong with Winda, he then turned to Juan who was on the right side, like asking through the eyes.

Juan who seemed to understand the meaning of the look in Amara's eyes immediately raised the corner of the lips to show a smile accompanied by a nod of the head.

"Thank God be good, Aunt." Amara answered later.

"good. Auntie's happy to hear that." Winda spoke firmly.

Amara's congratulatory session on Juan's parents continued with a warm chat. It became the center of attention of the invitations who came. Not a few of them thought that Amara was Juan's future wife, until congratulations and happy prayers came over.

Unfortunately, there are people who don't seem to like it. From a distance, a beautiful girl with a proportional body shape was seen observing the closeness of the two women with strong clenched hands. His jaw tightened, and his eyes shone with a burning grudge.

"I should have been there. Not him!" his rage is full of anger. Unfortunately, no one heard the voice even though it was spoken out loud. Because, the noise that enveloped the room managed to dampen the shaky-pitched screeches to drown in the crowd.

"I'm sorry, I seem to be late."

Amara turned her head as the familiar voice greeted her eardrums from behind. The girl's expression suddenly changed, accompanied by an irritated gurgle coming from her white teeth due to the rest of the anxiety that had been held back.

"Where are you going, anyway? I'm worried, you know!" with a face with a face. The clear eye was still keenly watching every movement Dimas was sitting in taking a position on his left. Without any guilt, Dimas responded with frowning lips.

"Sorry, I've got to take a minute." Immediately Dimas reasoned because he had a sharp glare from Juan and Amara.

"Can't be anyway, if you want to run away it's saying goodbye first."

Dimas suddenly chuckled at Juan's words just now. Instantly his hand moved to deliver a punch right in Juan's arm, saying, "Woy, people run away where anyone says! There he was locked up. Anyway, without me the party keeps going, right?"

"The party was on the road, but he was the one who kept on fidgeting!" juan sniffed at Dimas, but his eyes glanced at Amara with a thick satirical attitude, making the girl frown at him.

"Ish, what the hell? I'm just afraid she's straying" said Amara, who immediately made Dimas's facial expression change.

The soft-pitched explanation and honest look of a pair of Dimas balls no doubt made Amara soften as well. The girl smiled sincerely, then nodded in understanding.

"Thank you for worrying me" Dimas said sincerely.

"Together, Mas," replied Amara.

The two of them were still staring at each other in silence to the point of not realizing if anyone was getting uncomfortable with this.

"Ekhem!"

Dimas and Amara immediately multiplied the view when they heard Juan's voice of darkness. Sure enough, the man was holding his chest and put on a face he did not like.

"Yes eelah. The world belongs to both, right? Forgot, if there's a heart to guard?"

Juan's curse does not necessarily invite the laughter of all who are there. Juan's parents, who had been watching quietly since, finally intrigued to ask because they were so curious.

"Sorry, who's this with, huh?" the question is directed at Dimas.

Dimas who was still laughing at that moment stopped the laughter. Put up a smile as sweet as sugar, then thrust a hand to introduce yourself with a polite attitude.

"I am a patient of Amara and a client of Juan, Auntie. Oh, yes, before, happy anniversary for Aunt and Om, may it last until death separates. It's great to be acquainted and present at this great feast."

"This owh whose name is Dimas? Juan told you several times, you know," said Winda who still shook hands with Dimas. The middle-aged woman who still looked young smiled as she glanced at her son.

"Oh yeah?" Dimas frowned.

"Yes." Yeah."

Dimas's eyeball turned towards Juan, then asked in a suspicious tone. "Lo's not a weird story like Auntie, is it? You're not saying I'm crazy, are you?"

All who were there laughed at Dimas.