The Nurse's Choice of Man

Temporary daughter-in-law

"But .. you have to persuade mama to give us permission to buy a house. Can, right?" whispered Dimas in a mischievous tone, right in Amara's ear.

Just contact Amara tiptoed and looked at Dimas with an expression of astonishment. While the man actually grinned the horse while playing both eyebrows.

"Kok so I'm the one talking, Mas? Whose mother's son is it?"

"Grand." Dimas pointed to himself as he replied, with an innocent face that was not contrived.

"Well, that means it's obvious, right? Mas Dimas who should have talked himself to mama. Not me!"

"Hey, listen first!" Dimas held Amara who was about to lay her body back. He pulled the girl's hand, then sat back to her side as before. "Dengerin first! I'm not done talking."

"Hoaayam." Amara silenced her mouth agape as a result of yawning even though it was actually just pretending. "I'm sleepy, Mom. Tomorrow we'll take it."

"Cannot. Now go first, then tomorrow elo execution."

"You are the executioner. I'm a ogah."

"Well, what is it?"

"Now too?" Furious because Dimas still did not understand the meaning, Amara rolled up his sleeves, shuffled from sitting, then facing right towards Dimas. Then the girl started talking.

"So gini ya Mas Dimas, honey."

"Cie cie, you call me affection." Basic Dimas. Amara was upset, he was joking indistinctly. The man chuckled while pointing at Amara's face.

"Ih, not that!" sentak Amara. "Click, don't joke! Here we are talking about something serious."

"OK, okay. Now I'm serious." Dimas swallowed his laughing desire and put on a flat face. He then supported his chin with his elbow resting on the table and looked at Amara enthusiastically.

"College. I was ready to be horrified, even you were silent," said Dimas because Amara was just pouting.

"Mas Dimas Lebay. I used to squirm a lot."

"How's lebay? I'm used to it." Dimas looked at Amara with narrowed eyes, then charged at him with a suspicious expression. "Lo must be with the gegara I see, huh? My name!"

"No. It's just a matter of concern."

"Lied."

"No!"

"Gue can't believe."

"Click yes, Mom!"

"Heh. I'm not a cuplick!"

"God."

***

Amel was setting the dining table when Dimas appeared. The young man already looked neat and fresh with a semi-formal navy suit attached to the body.

"Morning, Ma ...!" greet the young man in a cheerful manner and then sit in his chair.

"Morning too." No less cheerful, Amel also said accompanied by a smile. He put a spoon held onto the plate, then watched his son with narrowed eyes like he was looking.

"Why did Mama see that I was so?"

Apparently Dimas was aware that Amel was watching him with suspicion. The young man continued to behave normally, took a shrimp cracker in a jar, then bit him after asking. Kraus .. aurora .... The sound of crackers that are being chewed. He did not even change his attitude even though the view of the mother did not budge at all.

"No pa-pa. Just, tumben aja nyapa Mama seceria earlier." Amel answered Dimas's question. He then took a teapot of water in the middle of the table.

"Well, isn't every day gini?"

"Hmmm. But not because he wants it, right?"

"Ohuk!" Dimas coughed due to choking crackers. The suspicious-tone sentence of the mother really successfully touched his heart. How could her mother know if she wanted to? Ah yes, I forgot. His name is also old man. Must know very well how to shake his son.

"If you eat slowly. Until it chokes." Amel hurriedly thrust the glass that he had just filled with water and was immediately greeted by his son.

Without a second thought Dimas immediately gulped it in half. Pretty relieving. He put the glass on the table on his right side.

"Hem."

Dimas was alone when Amel left him to the kitchen to pick up vegetables and side dishes. That's when the smile on his face faded. The man growled, scrambling his hair rough, then his wide back leaned.

The man's face now looked upset. Not yet had time to convey the desire, the mother was suspicious first, then what would her mother's reaction later if she suddenly wanted to live in her own home? It will be banned for various reasons. Here, that's .... He will be speaking two days and two nights.

"Hadehhh .. how to say, yes." Once again Dimas ruffled his hair. "It's because of Amara. Let him talk to Mom. Must have been able to get permission without having to deal with tausiyah."

Dimas thought back to the events of last night. After an unclear debate, he and Amara finally got along and started talking seriously.

"Anyways Mas Dimas was my biological son. I'm just a temporary daughter-in-law who just fretted yesterday the day after tomorrow. I want to suddenly ask for a home. No morals, right? Wanna put where my face is, Mas ...? You should know, dong. Or ... lest, you deliberately want to herd mama's opinion to think badly of me?"

"Heh where there is!" Dimas was evasive when Amara accused him. Obviously he dodged, because he never thought to such an extent.

"Continue?"

"My reason, you're my only mother's favorite daughter-in-law. The mother, if you like it, will love whatever is asked. Mama can be a royal person, as well as stingy as well, but it depends on who. You saw it for yourself at the time, right. Mama's face that is as cute as a cat is instantly fierce as a tiger so talk Naura?"

"Oh yes, yes." Amara mangosteen understood by the words of Dimas just now.

"Well, that's what you understand."

"Ngerti, anyway. But I still don't want to ask permission from your mom."

"Hadehh. Fuck you, Mar. I thought you changed your mind."

Dimas put on a look of annoyance while Amara grinned the horse.

"Sorry, Mas. I will not do things I cannot do even if you make. But I want to, help you talk. Yes, as much as possible."

"OKAY. Deals."

"Dimas, who were you talking to?" Amel who appeared from the direction of the kitchen suddenly nanya while wailing. Apparently he heard when Dimas was muttering. And the woman managed to pull Dimas from the reverie.

"There's no tuh, Ma. Mama was wrong, kali."

"Masa? But Mama's feelings are your voice, huh."

Dimas who was about to reply, suddenly silenced when he saw the figure of Amara appear while carrying a large bowl. Hurriedly he got up to greet Amara's bowl and took over the carrying, acting like a standby husband.

At first Amara just gawked while staring at Dimas confused, but when she found out if Amel was observing, she suddenly commented a smile. There's no harm, right? Does not making others happy is a worship and will be rewarded later?

The four nuclear family members were already sitting together at the dining table. The sound of the tinkling of a tablespoon clashing with a plate has been heard since. Occasionally there was small talk between Dimas and his parents, while Amara just smiled in response. Exactly a smile, because the girl is not used to it.

Amara grimaced as she felt something heavy bulging her feet under the table. Suddenly he glanced cynically at Dimas because he was sure it was true that the man was the culprit.

The man blinked, as if coding through sign language. Understanding what Dimas meant, Amara shook his head and moved his lips as if he said no. Clearly Dimas was furious because he considered Amara difficult to work with.

A smile suddenly rose on Dimas' face. A brilliant idea suddenly appeared in his intelligent brain.

"Ma."

"Yes?"

"Dimas wants to talk."

Amel and her husband stopped eating and looked at each other in surprise. A moment later they laughed at the same time.

"We haven't talked to each other since, have we?" ask Amel later.

"But this is different nonsense, Ma," Dimas said convincingly.

"Hmmm. It seems serious. What's the matter?" Amel put his spoon and fork. Uniting his hands together as a chin, he watched his son enthusiastically.

"Dimas can buy a house, right Ma?" ask Dimas carefully.

"Home?" reload Amel in a sure tone. I fear that he misheard.

"Yes, Ma. Home." Dimas nodded for sure. He looked at Amara for a moment before adding. "Mara asked, Ma. Can, right? Aaaa!" Dimas screeched as he felt his thighs being pinched.