The Nurse's Choice of Man

Shame is not curled

The breakfast with the Sanjaya family is over. Each family member left the dining room to continue their activities as usual.

Dimas saw Amara seemed to force his smile in front of the mother, then resigned and stepped in haste. Out of curiosity, he soon followed his wife to find answers.

Arriving at the connecting door of the middle room and home theater, Dimas suddenly stopped his steps because he saw a scene that tickled the veins of his laughter. At the end there, Amara was standing with his back to his back. Groaning indistinctly, then banging his head against the wall while shaking his feet to the floor. In the eyes of Dimas, Amara was like a child who was cramming with his mother because he was not invited to walk. The urination is not clear.

Intending to calm down, without hesitation he approached and greeted like nothing had happened before.

"Mar. What's going on there? Again playing hide and seek with the Mpus, huh?" Dimas asked while wailing, as if looking for the figure of the Mpus around there. The Mpus is Amel's pet cat who is cared for by Amara.

Amara whose forehead is stamped with wall contact. The one who was closed opened his eyes wide. A moment later, he directed his piercing gaze at the husband who did not have this morality, who was willing to feed his wife to smooth his desire.

Dimas tiptoed in a contrived style, as if completely shocked by Amara's reaction to him.

"Basic male lemes. I'll kill you, you!"

Without warning, Amara threw a punch into Dimas' arm. Obviously Dimas complained and shouted for an explanation. However, strangely the man actually resigned to accept the tantrums of his wife. Only both hands were directed forward with the intention of protecting the face. As well as the legs that moved back slowly as Amara vented out in frustration.

Dimas screeches were not even ignored by Amara. The pain felt as a result of attacking the sturdy bones of Dimas was even ignored for his inner satisfaction.

Until when Dimas's back hit the wall, the man caught his wife's hand and held it firmly to stop.

"Shut up!" sentak Dimas's.

Immediately Amara pecked with eyes against Dimas. His chest rose and fell due to the irregular roar of breathing. His face was red with rage. And his eyes glittered with anger.

The two were still both silent until Dimas finally asked and broke the silence.

"What do you mean is not clear like that?"

"Still nanya! Mas Dimas still has me berserk because of what!" jolt Amara with her face raised like she was challenging.

"The lady didn't say, didn't tell me, how would I like to understand, Amara?" Dimas said while putting on his plain face.

"Yassalam." Amara patted her own forehead while gritting her teeth. Exactly feeling furious towards siri's husband.

The girl exhaled deeply repeatedly trying to neutralize the feeling. Then, he looked back at Dimas who was still putting on a bego look, and then explained.

"You don't, Mum?"

"No." Dimas shook his head quickly, and it irritated Amara even more.

"Ih, not yet!" pekik Amara.

"Hehe, sorry sorry." Dimas suddenly grinned while pointing two fingers.

While Dimas who initially put on a dumb look, immediately clenched his lips trying to hold back laughter. Can berabe if it explodes in front of his wife. He may have broken a bone because he got a second round.

"Uluh-ten why embarrassed?" Dimas put on an anxious face while persuading Amara. "They're papa's mama too. Cup, cup, cup, babe. Quiet, yeah. I'll buy you a lot of ice cream to like."

"I'm a child!" cry Amara in an unacceptable tone. He glanced at Dimas at a glance, brushed off the hand that was wiping his back to calm it down, then resumed the drama of his crying.

"Yahoo!"

"Sst, don't be so loud. Mama will listen." Dimas whispered and gestured Amara to be still using her index finger.

"Mas Dimas is evil," said Amara as she wiped her tears.

"Where is! I'm just the opposite, you know," Dimas protested. The man even cut his lips to convince Amara that the accusation was not true.

Staring at Amara who seemed to disagree with his statement, Dimas also commented a smile and again launched an action to persuade him. "It's important we can buy a new house. Aren't you?"

"Yes, but this is also the way!" sentak Amara was still in a tone of disbelief. "Just for one night we had a debate until we had hours. But at the end of the day I'm the reason too."

"If not then Mama will not give permission, Amara." Dimas half-bent in order to align his height with his wife.

He saw the girl who was frowning with a soft gaze, then moved her hand and rubbed the wet cheeks using her thumb.

Amara only fell silent to the warm sensation Dimas gave her. That guy was full of surprises. Sometimes cold and indifferent. Not infrequently flirting with a mischievous and obnoxious attitude, but after that always managed to make him comfortable with a caring attitude. Really, the man always manages to crush feelings. And if this is the case, Amara's anger just disappears.

"Why should you be ashamed?" Dimas spoke softly and feelingly. "Nobody shames you, really. My mom is really enthusiastic, right? Oh, you saw that too. He supports us one hundred percent to live independently. To love one of his houses in Pulo Mangga. It has three floors, a swimming pool, and five rooms. Lo, who doesn't want to. But I also feel sorry if you have to clean that house alone. No crap, arent."

"But ...."

"Udah," cut Dimas before Amara finished his protest. "It is important that we focus on a plan for our happy future. Happy with each of our partners, that is," Dimas said, which made Amara's heart rustle in pain. I don't know because of what. Clearly, the girl only smiled bitterly while nodding her head weakly.

"Well, that's dong." Dimas smiled happily and stood upright while holding his wife's two shoulders. "For the next step, we choose the appropriate house. How do you want it?"

Amara sighed softly. Now he looks calmer, then replied with a resigned attitude. "If I were up to you, Mom."

"It can't be that, dong." Dimas who disagreed immediately raised his tone. "The reason is, this house will be yours after we are not together anymore. So make sure you like and are comfortable living there. Yeah, even if it's only temporary because you're going to live happily with the famous Juan, right?"

Amara was stunned. Somehow, hearing Juan's name suddenly Dimas called made his mind so upset. Not wanting to discuss this longer, he then decided to say goodbye to Dimas to return to the room.

"We're talking about this later, Mas. My head's dizzy."

"Well, what a habit to play blurred. It's we haven't finished the debate, woy!" yelled Dimas while staring at the slender back of Amara who was moving away.