The Nurse's Choice of Man

Six months

Amara sat limp on the dining room chair, then sipped cold water from the glass in her hand to the toilet. The nurse-clothed girl let out a long sigh after putting the empty glass back on the table, simply dispelling the raging feeling that was crammed inside the chest.

Lost one problem, now a new problem arises. Unexpectedly, Amel's reaction was so flowery to hear Dimas marry her. Of course, it was really a problem for him and Dimas, considering the absence of love in the hearts of both.

"Six months? Achaghfirullah ...." Amara sighed weakly. The girl then massaged her temple. Instantly, the incident in the middle room just a moment ago instantly alighted in the head.

When Dimas walked out of the room and appeared with a cheerful expression as usual, it did not astonish him at all. He even saw clearly how Eli's seemingly confused expression saw Dimas's change of attitude.

For two days the man was reluctant to go out of the room, talk to anyone, and even lazy to eat.

Clearly, this became a big question mark in Eli's mind, how could the young man's mood change so quickly? Or maybe, Eli had thought, Dimas is too great to manipulate the situation and hide feelings, so he was able to act as if fine even though his heart was fragile.

However, for Amara this is natural, because there has been an agreement between them before.

Last night, after a debate in the kitchen and made the girl give up and choose to leave after throwing a sentence with a mockery, Dimas who was still dissatisfied in the end chose to follow Amara who was about to go to his room.

"Wait!"

"Ish, what the hell, Mas!" Amara was furious because Dimas stopped her by pulling the tip of the hijab. Brightly his hand immediately held back so that the cloth head covering with the rectangular model did not come off and showed his hair.

"What do you mean by that fuzzy mess?" Dimas raised his chin as Amara turned his head. "Gue hasn't talked, you know!"

"Yes, if you want to say yes, by the way. Don't be too loud either. Can't do that?"

"could. But make me coffee first."

"Coffee?" Amara widened her pupils as soon as she heard Dimas' words just now. It sounds flat, but it's still an order. Obviously, he felt inexhaustible. After an indignation, the man even confidently asked for coffee.

"Why even glare? No need to be so surprised. My nutmeg is dizzy. Need a cup of coffee to cure. Let's talk about this with a cold head." Dimas who caught Amara's expression could certainly read what the girl was thinking. So, he chose to explain before the girl opened her mouth to talk no-no.

Forced, Amara went to the kitchen even though her heart was still upset.

"Now, coffee."

"Cock just one?" dimas asked as Amara tossed a cup of coffee in front of him. The girl sat down, taking a position in the opposite seat. Now they are on the third floor balcony, covered in the cold of the night, and roofed by a bright sky scattered with stars.

"I don't want to kiss anymore."

"Yes already." Dimas responded lightly, then used his hand to grab the handle of the white cup set.

"It's still hot" said Amara reminded.

Dimas turned his eyes to Amara. Apparently the girl was watching his movements, but he had seen Amara looking up at the sky.

"I know it." Dimas put on a smile, after which he joked. "Gue just wanted to hold this cup."

Amara. The girl then turned the lazy eyeball before then speaking in a reminiscent tone.

"Well, will you discuss our problem? Continue where?"

"Yaelah. Not very patient." Dimas glanced in annoyance at Amara, after which he sipped the coffee a little from the lip of the cup. Amara even reflexes grimaced when she was overheated.

"So how. Do you have a solution to our problem?" Dimas asked with a serious expression after putting his cup back on the table. The two now looked at each other, and soon Amara shook her head weakly.

"Sorry, Mas. Because I went to my parents' grave, everything was so messed up," she felt guilty.

Amara could only silently watch Dimas cursing his head. He knew how the man felt because he felt it himself. Coupled with guilt, Amara felt increasingly depressed. Afraid that Dimas would hate her forever.

However, it seemed that he could breathe a sigh of relief, at least Dimas realized that this was just a misunderstanding.

"Maas ...."

Dimas turned his head as Amara called him softly after a few minutes ago both of them fell silent. Busy with their own minds.

"Aren't we just marrying siri? The marriage of the series was not recognized by the state, right? It's supposed to be easy parting, right?"

"Your bald look!"

Amara reflexes tiptoed as Dimas cursed her. The girl then frowned and glanced at Dimas with a veiled expression.

"Yes, the marriage of the series is not recognized by the state. But if admitted the same way I do?" Dimas flicked his chin with a defiant expression. Of course, it was successful in making Amara shrivel up.

Amara remembers how the men seized Dimas's cell phone and contacted his parents while at the village office. Amel, who was abroad at that time, could only resign and leave his son's marriage to foreigners who he did not even know.

"Lo don't know, I'm sure it's full of surprises!" added Dimas again which again made Amara stunned to realize.

Like what happened a while ago. As Amel got up from his seat. Amara even thought the woman would commit violent acts against her if she saw the ferocious expression Amel showed. But who would have thought? The woman sat in the middle, embraced him and Dimas, and thanked him with joy because the son had found his soul mate.

He and Dimas glared at the same time because they were so surprised. Although he had prepared himself with all the possibilities that occurred, Dimas even seemed to wave until he spoke in a stammering voice.

"Tt–but, Ma. A–aku and Amara don't love each other."

"Ah, that love can come later. Mama and Papa used to be that way too. Marriage without love." Without the slightest burden, Amel answered lightly.

"Ma!" Rebellious, Dimas pronounces with high intonation. "The past and the present are different! Now there are no more fools! What is it, love comes later? Today's age does not exist! There is even a divorce. As long as Mama knows, Amara and I already have each other's candidates, really!"

"Candidate?" Amel looked at Dimas and Amara alternated with a questionable expression. However, the gaze was then glued to Dimas with a highlight full of warning. "Don't try lying to Mama, yeah. All this time Mama has never seen, Amara walks with another guy besides you."

"Ma!" sahut Dimas's. "Mara is a pious girl. There is no boyfriend in her life. Moreover, the road both doang same guy in the crowd."

"Eh, but he's on your way!" emily did not want to lose.

"That's because we're job bound, Mama!" sahut Dimas also did not want to lose.

Amara was only speechless to see the mother and the child engaged in a debate. How else, he doesn't even have a gap to understand. It seems that his prayer last night had not been commended by the Almighty to part well from Dimas.

He had prepared himself very maturely. She packed her clothes into her suitcase if Amel threw them away. Even mentally preparing as strong as steel if the woman blasphemed him. However, what to say. Amel instead supported her son's marriage to her.

"Dimas! Honest with Mom. You're not planning on going back to Naura and marrying her, are you!"

Clearly Dimas immediately silenced to hear a suspicious question sentence that was thrown from the lips of his mother. Although honestly he wanted to admit in this moment, but if he saw the fierce expression printed on Amelia Sonata's face he became a gutsy shriek. Just contact, Dimas immediately gave a denial to keep their relationship meeting to be safe from the Mama.

"Neither, Ma."

"Good." Amel replied firmly before then proceeding with a sentence pitched demands. "Six months. Just hold on for six months of marriage. If there's still no feeling, then you'll be separated."

"Six months?" Amara and Dimas were shocked at the same time.