The Nurse's Choice of Man

Folding mattress

Mufakat has been obtained, making Dimas and Amara both agree. Both are looking for a good day to move house and prepare everything carefully.

Good intentions should be appreciated with good things, right? And so did Amelia. He fully supports his son's desire to live independently. He helped with all the preparations, from the celebration, and everything needed to make his son's home comfortable.

Despite his positive intentions, Dimas responds negatively to his mother's actions. He judged Amel too overprotective of him and Amara. The middle-aged woman even deliberately called for a job to empty the lower room for unused reasons later.

Obviously it was just an alibi, because Amel could read if the room would be used by Amara.

Huh, don't call me Mama if you can't read your soft wits, Dimas. Amel is triumphant.

Dimas and Amara were just silent and looked at each other when the new bed set at the equivalent price of one motor unit was transported by truck. The bed was Amara's choice because he would own it.

Dimas does offer a variety of good spring bed brands with nominal that makes Amara's eyes immediately smoldering. However, Amara's choice actually fell on the white bed set with the nominal price of the cheapest of the others. Ah, if he knew the fate of the mattress would end horribly without his use ....

"Relax ..At that I bought another better bed than that. Don't be sad anymore, okay." Dimas rubbed Amara's back while speaking, that was when Amel's figure was no longer near.

Amara was still stunned staring at the back of the truck moving away. When the girl turned her head and looked at him wistfully, she again gently rubbed Amara's back and smiled sincerely to calm down.

"Keep, before buying a new mattress where do I sleep?" amara asked still with a sad expression.

"As far as you are," Dimas replied quickly with a reassuring expression.

"really? It's up to me?" Amara's eyes began to sparkle happily.

"Really."

"Where should I sleep?" This time Amara looked enthusiastic.

"Yes .. It's up to you to sleep anywhere, as long as ...." Dimas paused his words while pulling away from Amara. With a slanted smile lips, he then continued the word while taking a swing to run. "It's not my room you sleep in .. escape!"

The light of Dimas's actions made Amara immediately furious. Again, his expectations did not match the reality. While looking annoyed at Dimas who was running inside, he shouted furiously.

"Mas Dimas watch out for you, yeah!"

***

Two days Amara and Dimas had been living together in a new house. Of course they sleep separately and the room is different. Not wanting to sleep on the sofa, Amara decided to buy a folding mattress at a nearby furniture store.

Not without reason Amara chose it as a bed. Besides being more concise than the bed, it is also easy to hide when the in-laws come to see.

Although Dimas initially felt unbearable, but seeing how Amara liked him did not stop making him just resigned to give up the decision to his wife. This is also only for a while. Until his mother was convinced and slowly threw away his overprotective attitude.

"Basic. There are no pieces of rich people at all, you know. I bought a soft mattress, uh back to the folding mattress again. Fate .. fate," led by Dimas at the time. Amara's reaction was just a throb.

As they had agreed together at the beginning, Dimas and Amara agreed not to disturb each other's peace during a one-stop stay. So, their days go through with each other's busyness without disturbing each other. Dimas was busy working, while Amara was busy preparing to return to work as a nurse.

However, the two never forget their obligations. Dimas gives a living born, while Amara provides services like a wife in general, although not in bed. The two often fill short meetings that have between a myriad of activities with a good community. Dining together. Discuss what needs to be discussed, sometimes also arguing to the point of ridiculing each other.

As of this morning, Amara was already sitting at the dining table after finishing preparing the dishes for breakfast. While waiting for Dimas to come down, he made a glass of cereal mixed with chocolate milk and enjoyed it while it was warm.

"Heh. Bengong aja."

Amara flinched as Dimas suddenly patted her on the shoulder. He was almost choked by the milk that was freshly shaved. He himself was not even out of thought, really just daydreaming to the point that he did not realize Dimas appeared?

"What was your dream just now?"

"I? Daydreaming?" amara asked with her fingers pointing at herself, while her eyes looked at Dimas who was already sitting on the opposite chair with a questionable expression.

"Well, if not just daydreaming, what's the name? People go to bengong. Tuh, light it up until the netes get into the glass."

Fidgeting, Amara hurriedly rubbed under her lips. Found nothing in his hand, the look of his eyes pierced straight forward, right into Dimas's face.

"Lagian .. you think what the hell is up to that? Oh yes I know. Must have thought of that soft Juan, right?" guess Dimas while squinting. Then sip the black coffee that Amara had prepared. Seeing Amara just silent, he chose to ask questions again.

"Lo told Juan not yet, about our marriage?"

Amara did not answer with a word, but a headband. However, it was enough to make Dimas quite annoyed towards him.

"Yet? Not even until now!" his tanyanya was astonished by the high tone of voice.

Amara nodded for the second time.

Dimas sumput snorting.

"Mara ... Amara. Until when you keep it a secret from him!"

"I don't know where to start, Mom. I don't dare." Amara answered timidly.

"Where to start, how? From A, to B, to C. Easy, right. In order!"

"But the confession is not as easy as the letter of the alphabet, Mas ...."

"Well, that was just a parable! I need to help Juan!" press Dimas because he was so angry. Obviously Amara did not want to and immediately shook his head.

"Don't!" push Amara fast. He was afraid, if Dimas explained, Juan misunderstood.

"Continue?"

"Yes. I'll dare to talk to him."

"Good," concluded Dimas, then began to eat his breakfast.

***

At eight o'clock in the morning Dimas' luxury car came out of their new home and sped through the streets of the city. The man is not alone. On the left side, Amara occupies the passenger seat with neatly wrapped body clothes.

"Where's the deal with Juan?" ask Dimas after a long journey.

"Why is that?" Instead of answering, Amara asked back.

"Yes I mean where do you want to go down? You don't intend to do my nyampe office, do you?" asked Dimas again in a half-suspecting tone.

"Oh, yes, no, my mom. Get me down at the mall there. I want to buy something first. After that, it was directly the same with Juan."

"Gue know, you're gonna buy him a souvenir, right? So sweet really."

"What the hell. I guess you never did."

Dimas then pulled over his car right in front of a large mall designated by Amara. The girl immediately came down after tidying up the hijab even though it was not messy. Closing the door and half bending over to see Dimas's face, she thanked him.

"Either. I'll pull it off, yeah." After saying goodbye, Dimas returned to drive his car.

As she was about to get out of there, Amara's phone suddenly rang and forced the girl to reach into her from inside her tote bag.

"Mama?" Amara frowned in surprise when she saw Amel's name plastered on her phone screen. He swiped the green phone handle icon to receive the call.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma."

The girl with a Muslim cardigan was silent while the one across the street spoke, then shortly afterwards acknowledged steadily.

"God can do it, Ma. Amara get there."