The Nurse's Choice of Man

Delaying for the umpteenth time

Amara sighed softly. His pair of clear eyeballs were still faithfully staring out the window. While his left hand, do not hesitate to support the head that shows a tired face.

Juan who was behind the wheel turned his head slowly towards the left. He looked closely at the girl who had now become his lover. Along the way to the house of Dimas, the two did not even have a lot of long conversations until half an hour passed. Amara only smiled faintly in response to her joke, and sometimes just answered the question.

As per the agreement, Juan took over Dimas' responsibility to drive Amara home at his request. While Dimas, the man actually chose to take Naura because the two have now re-established love. Half an hour ago, the four of them split up in the hotel basement and departed in different directions.

"Mar," called Juan in a heart-wrenching tone. Amara turned her head, then smiled at her best friend.

"Yes?"

"Now that gloomy? Wh why? What do you think? I'm right next to you, honey, what do you think?"

"Juan!" Amara growls in response to a barrage of questions Juan thinks is annoying. The girl frowned, then crossed her chest with eyes glancing cynically at her best friend. Although it cannot be denied, the call of the man's affection was successful in making his heart flowery.

Juan was out. For some reason, the look on Amara's upset face actually looks adorable in her eyes.

"Why laugh? What's so funny?"

"You." Juan answered briefly, but in a seductive tone.

"Hemm, I see. My face looks like a clown, right? People can't laugh!" ketus Amara's. The girl threw away her face.

"Hey, hey, how come." Juan quickly grabbed Amara's fingers and held her gently to quell the girl's anger. However, because Amara's response to him was not good, he then pulled over the car, asked gently with eyes looking fixed to show seriousness.

"Mar said dong, what's wrong with you?"

"Why did you stop?" Tanya answered by tanya. Instead of answering Juan's question, Amara was surprised by Juan's sudden action to stop the vehicle.

"Let's have a serious conversation with you."

"Yes, but you can walk ...!"

"Then you think I'm not focused because I can't look into your eyes. Not sensitive because it is more important to drive than to look at your face .. Therefore, I stopped to show my seriousness."

"Ih, Juan .. not that, neither, times."

"Continue?"

Amara was silent for a moment after speaking in a high tone. He looked at Juan's face carefully. The man looked at her without blinking. Waiting for him to speak curiously.

Seeing how Juan still treated him patiently, Amara's annoyance suddenly disappeared. Heart softened. The man is still like the old days. His attitude is always gentle. His view is shady, and always tries to provide comfort. If this is what he can do, besides returning the gaze of the friend with a blue hariu.

"Sorry ...." Amara said softly after bowing her eyes full of regret.

"You're not wrong." Juan responded quickly. His tone is also understanding. "There's just something you're thinking about, isn't there?" He asked half a guess.

Juan's guess was completely on target. Amara sontak. Staring at Juan with his plain nose, he nodded his head.

"You want a story?"

"Hu'um." Amara nodded quickly.

"News aja. I'm gonna get horrified."

For Amara, Juan's words were like silk cloths stroking his skin slowly. Provides a soft and comfortable sensation. How could he possibly escape Juan if in reality he still depended on the young man. He no longer needs the attention of thousands of people around if he's with Juan. With the man, he can pour out all grievances. Even with just this kind of small attention alone his life burden suddenly felt light. Amara's never been this happy before.

"Yes" Juan replied.

"Is it wrong if I don't feel like Mas Dimas is coming back to Naura?"

"You jealous?" Juan replied to Amara's question with a question. The man still looks calm. There was no disappointment, anger or jealousy on his face.

However, the question pitched researching it was responded differently by Amara. The girl half-jolted, then made a crude denial and then explained her analysis.

"Ih, no! You think I'm ready for him to be so jealous?" Amara was silent for a moment. He then tried to explain after seeing Juan spread his shoulders as if dubious. "Juan .. I've taken care of Mas Dimas for months. During that time I tried hard to make it back to how it was. Taking care of him is not easy. I've been getting a lot of rough treatment, mental pressure. But that's not the important point, because even so I really feel sincere. I'm just showing you how great the impact of the accident that Mas Dimas had. And as long as Mas Dimas struggled to recover it, Naura did not come to give his support at all. It's like he disappeared. You think, as an ordinary human being, is it appropriate if Naura is now suddenly present, persuading Mas Dimas to return to accept her, he said, and introduce yourself as a lover in front of the crowd as if nothing had happened before?"

Amara looked at Juan. Waiting for the man showed a response. He deliberately put emphasis on his last sentence as a form of disappointment to fellow women who he thought were unethical.

"Don't you see for yourself how Dimas looks so happy?" Not without reason Juan asked that. Throughout the party, he was endlessly researching the people around, especially Dimas who was lately close to Amara. However, he catches Dimas' feelings still looking normal despite his intense concern for Amara. He could read if the good attitude Dimas showed his best friend was just a little gratitude.

It was for this reason that he decided to be kind to Dimas and throw away his jealousy. Because, according to him Dimas also has a big role in maintaining Amara. Juan could understand, the rough treatment of Dimas last time was not done with full awareness. The man was sick, and the rude act was just a natural reaction to fortify himself from strangers.

In fact Juan saw Dimas look passionate when with Naura. He could see for himself how Dimas could not hide his happiness.

"Yes, I know Mas Dimas looks happy .. but I don't know why I feel that Mas Dimas is just being used." Amara nodded after saying so.

Not knowing what to do, Juan could only hold Amara's hand to calm down.

"Mar, when you first took care of Dimas, what was your main goal?" Juan asked carefully as he gently squeezed Amara's fingers.

"For him to heal and return to life as he was."

"Well, isn't that what Dimas is doing?" Seeing Amara just flinching like she was thinking, she resumed her words. "If that's your goal, wouldn't it be great if you were happy and wished you all the best? Did you forget, you've taught me a lesson about a lot of things. One of them is not to think badly of someone, and give the opportunity to correct mistakes. Yes it is possible, this Dimas has an ocean-wide heart and a football field chest to sincerely forgive Naura. Positive thinking is better, right?"

"Astaghfirullah." Amara suddenly beristighfar while silencing her mouth using the palm of her hand. His expression instantly turned dark. His eyes showed regret. Juan's words just now managed to make him aware of his prejudice.

Amara then raised her head, looking up with teary eyes.

"Puni the servant, O Allah. Keep the servant away from despicable qualities," he cried pleading.

While Juan who did not take his eyes off Amara seemed to smile with relief. The man then grasped Amara's fingers, then said, "Aamiin ...."

Staring at Juan who was so understanding, the two corners of Amara's lips lifted together to form a smile.

"Juan, thank you for never getting tired of remembering me. Thank you for always being my best friend" he said with a blue glare.

"Together." Juan smiled as he gently rubbed Amara's fingers. Seeing the girl's mood seem better than before, Juan's hand moved towards the inner pocket of the suit, where a ring box was stored there. He wants to express feelings that have always been delayed.

However, not yet the intention was realized suddenly Amara shook his arm. Juan put the box he just held back.

"Juan road, yuk. We stopped here long enough. I'm afraid someone misunderstands us and accuses us of doing something" Amara said, half agitated.

Juan's eyes then scanned the surrounding area, then returned to Amara.

"yes too. Seeing us in the car only the two people can accuse us of a no-no, right."

"Eat him" replied Amara.

Without a second thought, Juan started the engine of the car and rushed out of the place. Forced, the event of expressing love must be postponed for the umpteenth time.