The Nurse's Choice of Man

Gosahs ngarep

In a large room room with an elegant design, Amara just stood glued while holding the handle of a black suitcase containing her clothes. While Dimas who was also there, can only sculpt with the body leaning on the wall and hands crossed the chest.

This is not the first time they have been in the same room. However, clearly this time it feels different because now their status has been different as well. Being a husband and wife in the blink of an eye, especially without love, makes both of them bumbling extraordinarily.

Looking to the right side of the back, Amara's view was lined with Dimas who was watching him in silence. The girl suddenly threw away her face, then bowed stiffly because she felt ashamed.

"What about that smile?"

Dimas's voice echoed in silence, causing Amara to flinch and shift her eyeballs to the right.

"Ish Mas Dimas! Who else is smiling, anyway!" Hearing Dimas's question that contradicted the facts, clearly made Amara growled instead of overbearing. The girl turned her head back and looked at Dimas with sharp guts.

"While, from here it looks clear, really. You must be excited because you will sleep in my room, right. No excitement, no excitement? Yes, be excited! Lo so my nurse is a gift from God, especially until marriage, try. Isn't that right, is it?" accuse Dimas with a mischievous grin on his lips.

"Well, who's excited! And who feels this is a gift? This one is a disaster!" emphatically Amara is full of emphasis at the end of the word with a tone of dislike.

"Eh, watch out for that." Dimas changed his position, then pointed at Amara with his index finger. "Truly love the same I would be heartbroken, lo." He said half-spoken an oath, after which he walked leisurely towards the bed with his eyes glancing towards Amara.

While Amara, he did not intend to respond to Dimas' words further because he understood very well how the man's character. Talking quietly without filtering, as if unaware if his words can hurt someone's heart. However, Amara actually likes because behind the annoying attitude Dimas has a noble heart as a human being.

He knew that Dimas's accusation against him had been made solely to dilute the atmosphere. The man did not want them to linger in silence without being able to do anything.

Seeing Dimas suddenly pull the blanket and lay his body on the mattress comfortably, Amara's eyes rounded in disbelief. The thing that previously came to mind was that Dimas would give up the comfortable bed for him as a form of solidarity of a man against women. However, what happens in front of the eyes is exactly the opposite. The man did not seem to think of her as a woman. Really expectations are not as beautiful as reality.

"Loh Mas's. How did Mas Dimas sleep there?"

Dimas opened the blanket that covered his head, then half-woke up to look at Amara. Turning the eyeball lazy, he then spoke with a cynical tone. "This is my room. It's only natural that I sleep."

Amara's eyeballs perfectly rounded saw Dimas back to relax the body and be indifferent.

"Bright. Where do I sleep?"

"Whatever lo! Go in the closet, cake. On the couch. Or on the roof I would." Dimas covered his body. Suddenly Amara was flabbergasted to the head.

"Patience .. patience." Amara rubbed her chest while speaking, while her eyes glanced at Dimas to find out the man's response to his insinuation. However, apparently he had to resign disappointed because Dimas did not move from his place at all. The man really didn't think it existed.

"Yes, it is. There is still a sofa. It is also free to avoid people who are insensitive. It's a waste of time and energy." Amara muttered as she walked towards the sofa.

Without Amara expecting it, apparently Dimas secretly laughed it under the covers. The man couldn't help himself, then took off his blanket and said, "Oh, so you just quipped me? But I don't know, hahaha!"

"If you can not understand the feelings of women mending diem deh, Mas. Just sleep tight! Where do you know wake up tomorrow turns out we've separated!" amara is now sitting on the sofa.

"Could you?" asked Dimas with a curious expression.

"Either. I'll tell you where to know."

For a moment the silence again shackled the room. Amara was busy arranging the sofa for her place to lie down, while Dimas who had laid down his body, but secretly noticed the movements of his wife sir.

"What look-look?" look at Amara while opening her eyes. Apparently the girl realized that secretly Dimas was watching her.

"Sad. My eye's eye. My room is also my room. There's nothing stopping me from doing anything here."

"Cats, fine!" amara was half angry. "But this couch is my place. Mas Dimas has no right to come near here while I sleep!"

"Well, who wants to whip you! Gosah ngarep lo, yes!"

"Whoever hates, the hell!"

"Well!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

Equally furious, a pair of husband and wife siri was staring at each other with a hostile expression. It happened only a few moments, because then the two compact decided to greet a soft and warm pillow. Although still feeling annoyed, but both are aware that an unimportant debate will only waste energy and thoughts.

"Mar, you have plans to talk about our marriage to Juan?" Dimas asked after a long while both of them were silent.

Amara who had been lying down with her back turned to look back as soon as she heard Dimas's voice.

"There was. But I don't know when, and I don't know how to start." The girl answered honestly.

"Sama," said Dimas.

Amara closed her eyes again, then again looked at Dimas as the man asked her to speak.

"Gue did not dare to imagine Naura's reaction later to how. I'm afraid he's frustrated, and the rambling isn't clear."

"Yes if Mbak Naura can not accept this fact means she is not a good woman, Mas."

"Heh, you mean what!" Not accepting with Amara's words about Naura, suddenly Dimas nyolot not clear. The man's body bounces awake, while his eyes stare at Amara fiercely. "Don't talk to her, yeah!"

"What about?" reply Amara without trepidation. The girl also sat down before explaining. "If Mas Dimas can accept Mbak Naura again without bringing up his mistakes in the past why not him?"

Stuck, Dimas was unable to answer Amara's question. The man could only swallow his saliva with great difficulty.