The Nurse's Choice of Man

The Arrival of In-Law

Amara who happened to pass through the kitchen was astonished by the lights of the room that was still on. He remembered half an hour ago that Eli had said goodbye to rest in his room.

"Who's in the kitchen?" The girl muttered. Armed with curiosity that he then approached to make sure.

Amara's voiceless steps turned out to make Dimas unaware of his presence. The man was sipping mineral water straight from the bottle. However, when it was over and turned around to go back to the room, the shock seemed so obvious when I found Amara standing there.

"Mas, I want to talk!"

Dimas who previously chose to pass without a word suddenly stopped at that very moment. The man was silent for a moment, then turned his body right to face Amara.

"Speak what?" ask the man flat. "If it's about marriage, you want to throw away the intention, deh." Dimas then threw his face away after saying.

"Mas, we can't keep on like this."

Amara walked up to Dimas, while the man looked at Amara with a dislike expression.

"Create ...!" cynical Dimas full of emphasis. His eyes also glanced sharply.

Amara looked at Dimas who was throwing his face away. From body language alone, he knew full well Dimas hated him. However, he felt unacceptable because everything that happened must be for His permission. Feeling that something needs to be straightened out, he then goes back to saying, "Mas, you can hate me. But plis. It's all happening out of my control."

"Gue doesn't hate you!" sahut Dimas firmly while staring at Amara lekat.

"Continue?" amara asked in a dubious tone. He then continued the words when Dimas was still silent. "Today you keep avoiding me. What is his name if not hate! You are an adult, you should be able to understand the situation. Does Mas know? By the way Mas Dimas who lately often urgency and do not want to be talked to carefully this makes me misunderstand! I'm sure, Mas Dimas hates me."

"Hey! I'm tough again, yes! I don't hate the same."

"Oh, huh?" Again Amara showed doubt.

"Yes. I just hate the same situation!" firm Dimas. He paused the speech by taking his eyes off for a moment and sighed violently, as if he wanted to throw away the heavy burden that was squeezing his chest. When he looked back at Amara and judged that the girl was still waiting for him to talk, then he resumed his words.

"Originally you know, until this moment I have not dared to talk to Naura! I don't know where to start with the story. There are two hundred missed calls and three hundred more whatsapp messages."

"Me too!" sahut Amara will not lose. "Juan calls me all the time and sends me a lot of messages. But not one that I picked up or I countered."

"But Naura is my boyfriend, Juan is just–"

"I know he's just a friend!" cut Amara with a furious tone. His body language also seems challenging. "But to me he's not just a friend. He can duplicate anything I need!"

Dimas screeched, then looked at Amara with a look of disdain. "Yes, I know. Because you two are love does not arrive. Ck ... ck .. ck .. pity," he decreed later.

Seeing how Dimas had mocked her just now, Amara obviously did not accept it. Although what Dimas said is true, but still the girl is furious not overbearing. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands. His breath also seemed to hunt, indicating that he was trying to contain anger. However, a moment later he found a way of vengeance that felt powerful to nudge Dimas' heart.

***

In the morning, the quiet situation of the three-story house was suddenly made rowdy by the owner who had just arrived. How not? Because, not yet had time to rest the body from tired by the distance of the journey, the mistress just shouted to call her son.

"Dimas! Dimas!"

"Ma. We just arrived, don't waste your energy screaming like that." The man spoke while sitting on a long sofa, while the woman looked dizzy looking for her son.

"If you don't yell, he won't come down, Pa. They may not even want to meet us. Papa remembers, because of this he was reluctant to contact us. Whose fault is it? She's alone, Pa." Amel let out a rough sigh, then went back to yelling at his son. However, this time he did not forget to call Amara as well, his impromptu daughter-in-law.

"Mom, let me ride to call Mas Dimas, yeah." Eli, who appeared from the outside while pulling a large suitcase, offered to help. The woman who knew very well how the character of Dimas was planning to give a thin spiritual flush to Dimas who seemed reluctant to meet his parents.

"May, Bi," replied the mature-aged beautiful woman.

Eli pleaded politely. However, when he turned around and walked a few steps, he suddenly stopped his steps when he saw the appearance of Amara. The girl looked pale and her eyes were a bit puffy.

Reasonable. As a woman, she tried to understand the position of the girl. With a marriage that was caught off guard, it certainly led to public opinion on the bad things about the girl. He will certainly be looked at one eye, underestimated, even blasphemed even though he did nothing wrong.

"Mara, are you okay?" be careful when they are faced.

"Thank God be good, Bi." Amara answered slowly, with a clear forced smile.

"Where to meet Mom. Aunty wanted to call Mas Dimas first," she said later, and was answered with a nod of the head by the girl. The woman climbed the stairs, while Amara seemed to walk slowly towards the master.

Amara took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm down her feelings that were plagued by immortality. The closer the distance to the master, the faster his heart beats. Cold sweat began to pour out as those frightening moments would arrive. Somehow Dimas' parents would treat him, Amara's brain couldn't even think of him.

There, the couple was sitting next to each other. The man looked relaxed leaning on his back, while the woman looked at Amara with a fierce face expression. His legs crossed, while his hands folded in front of his chest.

Amara halted the steps with a distance of three meters right in front of the two. Fear is growing. His wet hands squeezed the ends of the clothes he was wearing.

Smiling awkwardly to her new two-in-law, Amara then tried to say hello even though her voice sank like it was stuck in the throat.

"Welcome Mr and Mrs."

"Sit. And silent. Speak when I tell you to talk. We'll wait until Dimas gets off." Amel glanced towards the empty sofa on Amara's side, as if to code the girl to occupy it immediately.

Amara nodded obediently, then carefully occupied the sofa. He could only remain silent, looking forward to the tense moments in which he would be put on an all out trial.