The Nurse's Choice of Man

Explanation

"Mom, Papa, did you guys arrive early in the morning?" Dimas down the stairs while rolling up the sleeves of the white shirt he wore. The man's appearance looked fresh with half-damp hair neatly combed and wearing a pomade. His lips also displayed a smile as bright as the sun. Behind him, Eli walked on, but not two minutes later the woman asked herself.

"Sorry, I woke up late and just finished taking a shower" Dimas continued.

The three people sitting on the living room sofa simultaneously turned to the source of the voice. Amara stared at Dimas for a bit, then looked back down and slightly changed her sitting position.

Dimas approached his parents, kissing their cheeks in turn as if nothing had happened.

"How are you, Ma?" tanya Dimas sincerely to the Mama when the two are now looking at each other.

"Good mom." replied Amel flatly. He glanced briefly at the empty sofa at Amara's side while talking. "Now sit. Mama wants to talk." After giving the code to Dimas, he then sat in his original place.

Dimas nodded obediently. Without saying much he immediately did. When he was with Amara, he moved his neck, turning to the girl for a moment. At that moment, Amara was also watching him. Just a few seconds of a wordless exchange occurred, because in the next second they both turned their eyes to Amel who was asking for attention.

"Dimas, Amara, can you tell Mama what happened until you were forced to marry like this?" asked Amel while staring at the couple in front of him alternately. Unlike when it came, now the woman's expression looked much calmer. There is no expression of anger, other than the curiosity to know the problem.

Not immediately replied, Dimas and Amara were still compact to be silent. The two looked at each other in silence. Either not ready to answer, or maybe not yet get the right answer.

"Dimas, Amara, this mother is asking! Mama needs answers! It's not as silent as the two of you are currently doing!"

"So calm mom, yeah. Dimas will tell me everything."

"Quickly. My mom doesn't have much time."

Dimas took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if he was preparing mentally before starting his story.

"So gini, Ma ...."

Dimas finally told me everything that happened. Without being added, without being reduced. While Amel carefully listened, while occasionally looking at each other with the husband.

"By Allah, Ma, Dimas and Amara did nothing. It's all just a misunderstanding. We cannot defend ourselves because Amara and I are not natives. Plis, Ma, trust this son of yours ...." Dimas said full of seriousness after the mother had doubted. His eyes seemed to be begging. Either for the purpose of protecting her own good name, or perhaps her worth and dignity Amara as a woman.

"Are you really honest? You really didn't do anything?" Amel asked once more for the sake of convincing.

"Oh my God, Ma!" Dimas sighing. The young man shuffled from his seat with a face of near despair. "How many times should Dimas repeat it again? It's just a misunderstanding!" He turned to Amara and raised his chin. "Mar, you help me explain dong to Mama. Don't just shut up."

"Enough! I don't need to explain Amara anymore!" amel firmly raised his right hand forward. The woman got up from her seat.