The Nurse's Choice of Man

Cup of coffee

Amara laid her body on the bed after cleaning herself up and carrying out her duties. Until this moment Dimas has not even come. There was a sense of anxiety mixed with annoyance because the man had given absolutely no news.

Is Amara feeling jealous? The answer is certainly no. He was only worried because Dimas' health had not recovered properly. However, even so Amara felt relieved because Dimas again got the patch of his heart.

The sound of the door being knocked surprised Amara who was almost asleep. The girl opened her eyes, then got up lazily to open the door of her room.

"Mas Dimas?" lirih Amara was half surprised, finding Dimas smiling at him. The man was still dressed the same as at the party. Indicates if Dimas really just came. With his casual style, leaning shoulders on the wall with his hands crossed the chest.

"Well asleep?" the man asked curiously, seeing Amara rubbing her eyes.

"Not yet." Amara shakes.

"Gue thirsty. Make coffee, dong," dyed quips half whining.

"Now?" ask Amara to make sure.

"Tomorrow the day after tomorrow!" ketus Dimas's. However, a moment later he corrected the speech in a half-grurmish tone. "Yes now, Esmeralda. If you wait for the day after tomorrow, this throat is already dry ...! Go hunted!" jolt Dimas while raising his chin towards the right.

"Yes, yes." The pajama-wearing girl closed the door to her room, then walked with heavy steps ahead of the patient. While Dimas, the man secretly smiled happily as he followed Amara from behind. He even followed Amara to the kitchen.

Amara who subconsciously followed Dimas looked to turn her head, then shook her head faintly. He stopped his steps, then asked.

"Well, come to the kitchen? Wait in the room or the middle room. I will also bring it there, really," he said half protested.

"Like to do it too." Spontaneous dimas came to a stop, answering Amara asked in an indifferent manner.

"Include me to the kitchen?"

"Yup."

"Make what?"

"Nemenin. I know, you're a scared chick."

"Don't, ngasal." Amara. The girl walked into the pantry. Take a cup, then start brewing Dimas' favorite black coffee.

While Dimas chose to stand not far from Amara. The man slipped his fingers into his pants pocket, while his gaze could not be separated from the movements of the nurse.

"Did you keep seeing me?" Feeling the middle of Dimas notice, Amara asked without looking face to face. He remained down with his eyes focused on the coffee being stirred. "To be content to look at my face before it disappears from your sight?" he nodded with a satirical tone.

Not immediately replied with a word, Dimas actually raised the corner of his lips. He knew very well the direction of his nurse's conversation which referred to a work stop. He realized that his condition was getting better. So it can be ascertained, the existence of Amara is no longer needed here.

"Why ...? Don't you want to be away from me? Heum?" asked Dimas in a seductive tone as he leaned forward with his arms resting on the table.

"Ish, where is it?" Amara glanced at Dimas for a moment and quickly threw away her face and moved. Not because of riled, but want to take a tray and jar containing snacks in the left cupboard.

"Lo doesn't feel it? Today your face looks radiant."

Hearing the words of Dimas that like making up makes Amara stop his activities that are composing snacks and coffee on the tray. The girl looked at Dimas while frowning before finally raising a question.

"meaning?"

"Lo's been looking happy since the party." Dimas answered honestly. "Emm, let me guess. Juan shot you as a girlfriend? Or maybe, love ring keep proposing?"

"No!" Amara answered quickly with a firm tone.

Amara's answer that was beyond expectations clearly made Dimas dumbfounded.

"Well! No?"

Amara answered with a sledgehammer.

"Well, how can you?"

Dimas was silent for a moment with an inexhaustible expression. A moment later the man moved, following the nurse who had left the kitchen first.

"Gue thought you guys were in love!"

Amara glanced at Dimas who was suddenly already by her side. The girl sighed softly before then giving an explanation.

"Love each other doesn't mean you have to date too, right? As long as Mas Dimas knows, the courtship is just a sin. Yes if you go up the pelaminan. If it turns out to only keep people's soul mates, how?"

As much as Amara's energy trying to hide the anxiety so as not to be read by Dimas. As a girl who has a taste, of course, she wants clarity even if she knows Juan loves her. Isn't it natural that the girl wanted certainty? Ah, if he knew how much Juan wanted to ask him.

"That's your alibi to protect Juan. For me, Juan is a soft and unassertive guy! Shoot girls like lo doang doang not dare also until now."

"Mas!" Amara stopped and looked at Dimas with a sharp eye. "Never be ugly Juan, yes! Juan is the nicest person I've ever known. He was afraid that our good relationship would break down, so he thought a thousand times to express his feelings!"

Although the heart justifies Dimas' words, but the dislike attitude seems so obvious when Amara gives a denial. The girl did not blink at all, until she managed to make Dimas astonished. Even sorry to say that.

Not wanting this to be a debate, Amara decided to continue her steps towards the living room to put the tray she brought there.

"Mar, you're offended I said that?" Dimas stopped Amara who was about to come out. He looked at Amara with a sorry expression.

"No."

"No, but how come his face is so jutek?"

"Indeed, I've always been blind in the face, right."

"No. You used to be friendly and smiley. Yesterday too. Two minutes ago it was friendly. But why now–"

"Mas, move!" cut off Amara before Dimas finished his speech.

"Tuh, right, sprain." Dimas's index finger was pointing right at Amara's face.

"No, I'm just sleepy." Amara denies with flat intonation.

"Lied, right. Your eyeballs are still clear."

"Hoaamm." Amara pretended to yawn.

"Huh, I know you're just pretending. Sit down, yuk. We're having a chat." Not wanting to get rejected, Dimas pulled Amara's hand to sit together on the sofa.

If it is so much more that Amara can do besides following the wishes of Dimas. Even though he still put his face up, but he still sat in the place that Dimas provided.

"Well, that's dong" said Dimas accompanied by a triumphant smile as he buried his buttocks on the sofa. "Chatting is better. Uh, by the way, why are you making just one cup of coffee?" Dimas's face changed instantly as he stared at the cup on the table. Either his consciousness was lost, but since then he knew Amara only brewed one cup of coffee.

"It's just one, Mas. I will make only for you" said Amara.

"Make you where?"

"No need to."

"Well, no fun, dong." Dimas's lips went forward a few inches, as if to indicate that he was lost in spirit.

However, the look on his face was bright when a crazy idea suddenly flashed through his head.

"Ah, why bother. Barengan aja even more exciting, yes," he said with a springy face.

"Baregan? Meanin?" amara asked with her eyebrows linked.

"Buitcard of both ...."

"Well!" Amara's eyeballs are perfectly rounded. Especially with the expression of Dimas who smiled mischievously with raised eyebrows.