The Nurse's Choice of Man

Die with you

"Drinking school."

"No, Mom."

"Buruan!" Dimas continued to force despite Amara still rejecting him. The man was long upset because the cup he offered was always rejected by Amara.

"That's Mas Dimas' coffee, why would I drink all that?"

"Let me know, this coffee contains no poison!"

"Astaghfirullah, Mas ...!" Amara who was inexhaustible thought of the accusations of Dimas to the point of shaking his head because he was so furious. "Despite my looks like a killer to the point that you're accusing me of spilling poison into this coffee? Here, I'll show you to make sure I'm not like that!"

Amara immediately snatched the cup from Dimas' hand and gulped it down to leave half of it. Indeed, it has been some time the two engaged in a casual conversation before the coffee debate began. So, the temperature of the coffee that Amara drank was confirmed in warm conditions.

"Now, look. I'm all right, right. Not poisoned. No convulsions." Amara spoke firmly while rubbing her wet lips.

"Hehe, yes-yes, I believe." Dimas said while whining. He then took over the cup from Amara's hand. Without the girl realizing it, Dimas smiled triumphantly as his efforts forced it to succeed smoothly.

"Eh, uh. How drunk!" Amara's hand flailed, trying to hold Dimas who suddenly sipped the rest of the coffee earlier. He rounded his eyes, completely unable to cover up the shock.

"Kan Lo says there's no poison. So I drank, lah," Dimas replied in a reminiscent tone.

"Drink yes drink. But not my side either, Kali Mas. I made a new one, yeah." Amara offers while getting up to show seriousness.

"No. The new target even you love real poison."

"Gee!"

"Ouch!" Dimas screeched as Amara's fists burst into his arms. Actually it doesn't hurt. However, he behaved so that the moment of their togetherness that night became more colorful. "Sick, Mar," he lamented with a face. While his hand held the arm that had just received an attack.

"Wild! Who told souzon to keep." Amara sighed harshly while glancing at Dimas. He fixed his sitting position. His breathing is a little dull. It turned out that his movements just now were a bit draining.

"Uluh-ten, don't sulk that dong. Believe me, after we are not together again, you will miss the moments like this." Dimas continued the conversation that had paused because of the debate about coffee earlier. Previously they had discussed Amara's employment contract which will expire soon.

As normal people, they have plans for the future. Dimas is about to marry Naura and Amara continues her life. However, unfortunately Dimas had to feel a little disappointed because Juan has not also expressed love for Amara. They should both feel happy because they get a heart patch. However, Dimas did not want to feel happy alone. He owes Amara. That's why he can't just let go of the girl without supervision. If only Juan and Amara would be united in marriage, then automatically his responsibility to Amara was turned to Juan.

"Mar," call Dimas after a while the two dissolve in each other's minds.

"Yes." Yeah." Amara looked at Dimas with a plain face. This time he threw away the annoyance of his patient. He realized, now is not the time to exalt the ego considering soon togetherness is only a memory.

"Before you run off to be my nurse, I want to treat whatever you want. Tomorrow, I'll be looking at you all day, as a form of my gratitude."

"Apaan the Mas Dimas. No need to be lebay, huh. Pake sok-sok'an nemenin all day. That's where the Mother Nauranya is angry, youh." Instead of agreeing, Amara actually felt bad because it certainly made Naura hurt. Although Dimas' intention was only a form of gratitude, it was not impossible that Naura would be blindly jealous because her lover was with another woman all day. After all, Naura was just an ordinary human. Amara thought only of the worst possible for the common good.

"No way," said Dimas. But not without reason he said so. "Originally you know, I had permission with him, and he agreed. Naura was originally good, Mar times. No need to worry." Dimas said casually.

"So I don't want to, Mom. All day the streets are just tired. Achy feet. Even if there is free time, I even want to sleep all day."

"What!" Dimas almost choked on his saliva.

"What kind of desire is that. You're really weird."

"No. I'm ordinary."

"Squeaky, lah!" rebut Dimas's. The man got up from his seat. "Gue doesn't want to know. Anyway, tomorrow at eight o'clock you have to be neat, and beautiful, because we will go for a walk. Okay!" firmly Dimas while pointing his index finger, as if hinting to keep Amara silent and not give a rebuttal.

"Tat–but, Mas!" Amara rose up and wanted to protest loudly. However, free. For Dimas had gone from there.

***

"Mother ... Father ... Amara's coming." Amara sprinkles flower petals over two adjacent eddies. The girl sat in the middle and began to pray in silence.

While Dimas who did not know how to, could only stand a few steps behind Amara.

This was completely beyond her expectations. At first he was so enthusiastic because Amara received well his invitation last night. Right at eight in the morning the girl had even exited the room with a very neat appearance.

"Okay. We let's go! Where are we going this morning, miss?" Dimas who was behind the wheel decided to ask Amara who was sitting on the left side before starting the journey. Today he plays the role of a driver who obeys his boss. He will obey wherever Amara asks. However, how surprised Dimas when he heard Amara's answer that was thrown full of confidence.

"The funeral."

"Comeofan!" The eyeballs of Dimas are rounded. He looked at Amara with a face of disbelief.

"Why?" amara asked who caught the strange expression from Dimas's face.

"Why? Why do you still want!" Furious, Dimas spoke full of emphasis.

"Why is Mas Dimas angry? Wasn't it Mas Dimas himself who said he would follow all my will?" Amara asked half a reminder.

"Yes, especially today I will follow everything you ask. But that doesn't mean dying together, too, Esmeralda! I know you have to let me do it, but not gini too, kali!"

Amara frowned as Dimas hummed his forehead furiously. "Who said he wanted to die together!" reply with a soft tone. However, with an unacceptable expression.

"Well!"

"No!"

"Keep, what was that!" Dimas spoke while pressing on Amara's forehead once again. "Where did I try? Today, I made you happy-happy. Not to die!"

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. If you can filter it, right?"

"No! My screening is broken."

"Oh my God, Mum." Amara sighed softly. The behavior of this one patient really made him massage the chest. Always conclude things in haste without first understanding their meaning.

"Mas." Amara looked at Dimas fixedly before then starting to explain. "I am an orphan. I miss my parents. Is it wrong if this special opportunity is used as well as possible. I want to go to my parents' grave! Not die with you! Up here you understand?"

For a moment Dimas was dumbstruck to hear Amara's explanation. However, after that, he grinned indistinctly as he realized his folly. The girl beside him was indeed different from the girl in general. Who are willing to exchange opportunities for fun to meet parents who have been in heaven first.