The Nurse's Choice of Man

I'm hungry

"Eh, Mama's son has arrived" greeted Amel as Amara got off the online taxi that drove her. The middle-aged woman stood on the porch and looked at her daughter-in-law who was walking over so enthusiastically.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma," said Amara salim and kissed the back of Amel's hand.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Amel warmly. His smile spread as he rubbed the top of Amara's head. A moment later, the woman with the red jumpsuit dyed towards the back of her daughter-in-law. "Kok you came by yourself, Which size?"

"Udah went to work, Ma. Maybe I'll go to the location too."

"Emm, great. Come in yuk."

Amara nodded her head in response to Amel's invitation, then walked along with her in-laws to enter the house.

"Have you had breakfast, not yet?" Amel asked as they walked.

"You know, Ma. Same with Mas Dimas."

"Do you want to eat your mom's cooking? Mama was cooking macaroni schotel, you know. Guaranteed endulita tumbanna, mah," said Amel with a sunda dialect and a funny way of talking to the knees of Amara. Amara laughed a little at that moment.

"By, deh Ma. Amara's stomach always fit if to eat Mama's cooking."

"Well, that's dong."

The two of them walked straight to the dining room. Eli was there at the time. Seeing the figure of Amara being there, it was seen once if the woman was half surprised. However, even though he looks very happy, it is seen from a smile and as well as the action by directly greeting Amara.

"Eh there's Non Amara, where's Mas Dimas?" Eli was looking for Dimas.

"Mara is alone, Bi. He left for work." Amel answered while walking ahead of Amara. He then prepared food for his son-in-law.

"Do that?"

"How are you, Bi?" amara asked, then salim at Eli and kissed the back of his hand.

"Thank God be healthy, Non. Non Amara himself how are you?"

"Good God."

"Sit down, yuk." Eli deftly prepared a chair for Amara. The girl smiled happily, then occupied the position that Eli had prepared.

"Thank you, Bi," he said.

The eating and talking sessions continued for a while. The three women looked cheerfully engaged in an exciting chat. A lot of things are being talked about. Starting from food, artist gossip, to Amel's pet cat that Amara so longed for.

Afterwards, Amel invites Amara to move to the family room to continue their conversation. Amara agreed, while Eli continued to work by cleaning the dining table.

Not without reason Eli decided to reject the invitation of his employer. The middle-aged woman knew that there was something important that her employer wanted to talk to her son-in-law. So he didn't want to interrupt the moment.

"Mara ... Mama wants to talk serious about you."

Deg.

Amara's heart rippled. The thing he was worried about happened as well. Although pounding, he still tried to calm down because before he had prepared himself. The atmosphere of the room instantly felt different as Amel looked at him with an expression he could hardly understand.

What serious thing does your mom want to talk about?

"Amara is ready to be horrified, Ma," said Amara softly with a resigned face accompanied by a smile.

"Good."

***

Amara sighed deeply to neutralize the feeling. He was still standing on the side of the road, staring at the back of the darting car leaving him. The car that Mamad was driving had just dropped it off in front of the house.

Amel did assign Mamad to take his son-in-law home after lunch. And Amara refused as the man offered to help her open the gate.

Honestly, as an ordinary woman, she wants to live happily in pairs with loved ones. But on the other hand, he felt unbearable.

"You know you're not in love and secretly planning a divorce. But you are a Muslim woman, Amara. Have you ever thought that marriage is something sacred that must be maintained? I don't think there's any harm in learning to love Dimas. Be a good wife and keep your household. Mama please .. never want to be divorced by Dimas. Mama wants you to be Mama's daughter-in-law. Not the others ...."

Amara was stifled, and could not say anything as Amel clasped his hand so tightly. The pleading gaze .. ah, the woman even recklessly came down from sitting down and knelt down to reassure her. She was shocked and confused as to what to do for a moment.

"Ma, Amara please wake up! Amara felt guilty making Mama kneel down gini."

"Mama won't wake up before you promise, Amara."

"It's precisely Amara will go if Mama is like this!"

Either way, the courage he got from where until Amara could threaten Amelia back. The sentence was firmly thrown out. Without fear and sounds so demanding.

Amelia immediately got up and hugged her daughter-in-law. Amara can even just sculpt without being able to do anything. Especially when Amel as much as he pleads.

"Please Amara, Mama ask to defend your household. Make Dimas love you the way you can."

***

"Hi."

Amara tiptoed as Dimas' smiling face immediately greeted her as soon as she woke up. He immediately circulated his gaze, and immediately realized that he was asleep on the sofa in the middle room.

"Not sleeping in the room? Wait for me, huh? Sorry I'm slow to go home. I had dinner with Naura." While releasing her tie, Dimas strafed Amara with questions before finally revealing the fact that made the girl's heart throb pain.

He had used the rest of his time to cook Dimas' favorite meal, but it turned out that the man had already eaten dinner with his girlfriend. For some reason, he was even willing to wait and delay dinner even though his stomach had been rumbling since last night.

"Hemm, great. Then I don't have to warm up the cooking anymore." Half moaning, Amara got up from the bed and sat down after lowering her legs. Her hands moved tidying up the slightly messy hijab.

"Warming cuisine?" Dimas directly knitted his brows. "That means you cooked for me? Uh, just a little while."

Dimas changed his sitting position and now facing right towards Amara with a distance so close. In fact, he looked at his wife while squinting his eyes.

"Don't tell me you haven't eaten until now because I'm waiting for you to come home?" Dimas guessed, a moment later he continued the word in a half-tempered tone because he read Amara's silent behavior, but showed an attitude of justification. "No, right! I said many times, you don't have to be tired of eating! My eating schedule is not certain! You can eat at the office, on the side of the road or outside with Naura. My stomach doesn't fit a lot of food, Mar. In addition to redundancy, love the same energy you also. You should take a break instead of cooking!" dimas said with emphasis at the end of the sentence.

"That's who's cooking for Mas Dimas!" In a high tone, Amara denied Dimas' words. "I cook for myself, really."

"Oh, huh?" Dimas asked in a dubious tone. Her eyes squinted at Amara who was stepping towards the dining table.

"Yes, I did."

"Times?" Dimas then got up and caught up with Amara in the dining room.

A medium-sized round table with several menus on it made Dimas stunned. Sighing deeply, he turned his gaze to Amara who was preparing to eat.

"Lo accidentally cooked all my favorite foods? Oh my, Mar? What's try for?" Dimas threw his body on the chair, while Amara just shook without any intention of responding.

From where he sat, Dimas watched Amara's every move with a sharp highlight. While the observed precisely act relaxed while eating.

"Mar, you heard me say no, anyway?" Dimas asked again after a while the two were silent. This time, however, in a slow tone.

"Denger, really."

"So, why just shut up?"

Seeing Dimas continue to urge him, Amara suddenly stopped eating and put his spoon back on the plate. He looked at Dimas closely.

"I'm hungry. I don't like to be disturbed when I eat. Mas Dimas doesn't want me to eat people, does he?" concluded Amara firmly that made Dimas swallow his saliva.