You are Like My Surg

Just Want to Stop by.

Heartbroken nights are lonely nights without a word of story in private chat that they often do almost every night in a full month.

Genta chooses to block Geisha contacts. Not giving any gap to the girl to get close, or asking why suddenly the man changed. What harm? The geisha kept thinking until she vomited because she kept crying.

Last night the geisha soaked in pain. The girl sniffled on the back of the bed. Staring at his lonely cell phone. Even Gentala's photos on her WhatsApp profile can no longer be seen.

Heart's sore. It feels like being played. He flew into the sky with a million eyes, and then he was thrown into a ravine full of sharp rocks. So hurt.

[Nice dream, yes. If I could dream of it]

Until the morning, Geisha continued to read the messages that Gentala had been sending to her. Geisha always kept it, for her to reread after they exchanged messages. And since last night, there was no new message he could look at in a smile.

Geisha sitting in poly room alone. He arrived early before Genta's practice hours began. In fact, Sister Lala has not come yet. He was eager to discuss this matter to Genta. Why did the man suddenly step away and block his number?

Geisha chest continues pounding pain. The old stuff yesterday still hangs. It was sad to have a broken heart, he thought.

This morning, the Geisha continued to bring lemon water and wheat bread as usual. The geisha's eyelids are swollen. Sometimes he wipes away tears that want to pool again.

[You've arrived in Poli?]

Geisha face the phone screen, open the WhatsAap Genta contact again, who knows the man sent such a message to her, as usual. And, Geisha crying. The man she thought would shoot her into a lover or wife-to-be, still blocked her contact.

Hicks ... Hixes.

"What the hell is my fault? Why did you suddenly change?" Geisha crying. He hit the table with his hand. Genta is a dream man. Love at first sight. Already entered the criteria, even though the man was widowed and aged further than him, it was so painful if Genta behaved like this to him.

Geisha get up from sitting. He stepped into the sink to wash his face with water, as he heard the voice of Sister Lala at Nurse Station. The geisha draws a lot of oxygen in the air, hoping her chest can be relieved. Actually, no.

"Sin, please inform the patient. If today Doctor Genta does not practice. He just WhatsApp me 'nih, he said not feeling well."

The geisha gasped, upon hearing Sister Lala speak on a phone call with the registration clerk. His body, which had just arrived at Nurse Station, seemed to want to be piled up.

"Saa-sick?" he muttered with worry. He looked at his cell phone again, who knew the man sent him a message. And, apparently there is no. Genta still blocked his contact. Even the man chose to contact Sister Lala instead of her.

"It's so bad of you, Doc." Geisha creeping shirt fabric on chest. The tightness returned to the storm. It was as if thousands of needles were raining down on his chest. Tears want to spill back.

"Mr ...."

Sister Lala looked over. And the woman gasped while looking at the face of the Geisha who was so pitiful.

"Doctor Genta, sick?" Geisha made sure with hoarse voice.

Sister Lala hurriedly brought the Geisha inside the poly to have a serious talk. Sister Lala wanted to know what was going on with the Geisha, and why even ask about the man's condition? It's not like they've been so close lately.

"Doctor, cry?" now they are sitting facing each other. Geisha. He looked into Sister Lala's eyeballs. Judging by his reflection in the middle-aged woman's eye bead.

Geisha are hard to hide. He nodded. The water is standing again.

"Doctor why?"

Geisha chose to shake. I don't think he's strong enough to tell a story now.

"Doctor Genta is sick, ma'am?" he chose to divert the conversation.

Sister Lala sighed. He knew the Geisha chose not to discuss why she was crying.

"Say it hurts, Doc. Not practicing today."

Genta is deliberately to calm the mind. The man did not sleep from yesterday afternoon until morning. He has not been hard-hearted if he meets a geisha now. As well as still thinking, what reason should he explain to the Geisha about his change of attitude.

Geisha silent. He stared at the corner of the room with a soft spotlight.

"Didn't tell you?" back, Sister Lala is scraping through the information.

"Do you know Dogen's address?" again Geisha's answer is not connected. The worry for the man was greater than his disappointment. Geisha decided to go to Gentala. He wanted to make sure that Gentala was sick. And maybe need her.

"What is the doctor doing?" seraya.

"I want to see him, Mom. Give me the address, ma'am. Help me!" she's sure Sister Lala would know.

He was silent for a long time. Seeing a Geisha like this, he was sure that something was wrong with the two of them.

"Mr ...." Geisha is pressing again.

Sister Lala finally nodded. He ripped off the recipe paper and started writing down Gentala's home address.

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Half an hour Geisha was able to split the streets of the capital to trace the address that Sister Lala had written on a piece of paper that she had been staring at since, to find the address of Genta. Currently, the speed of his car had entered the gate of the elite cluster housing complex. Geisha continued to comb the house numbers one by one.

And not for long.

The roar of his car engine he turned off, when he arrived in front of the multi-storey house with a classic model, all white. Geisha equate the house number with the number on the paper. After saying bismillah he got out of the car while carrying a bag of lemon water and wheat bread.

Genta's car is in the garage, convincing Geisha that the man is at home right now.

Gts ... Geck.

Crick.

The door is open. It was the man who from last night until this morning he cried. Genta looks so messed up, in the view of a Geisha.

Gentala was shocked half to death when he saw the Geisha who came. "You?"

"Doc!"

Blasses.

Geisha hugged Genta. Geisha crying in the chest of the man's field.

"Why Doctor, block my Wa?" Geisha. The geisha is not cursing, it is flattering. Even he was not angry when he was kicked out of the car yesterday.

Genta tried to unravel the decapitation. However, the geisha did not. He knows what he did wrong. Hugging a man who is not his muhrim. But, he could not bear to imagine this man going away. So, no matter how strong the Geisha wants to embrace it.

"Am I wrong, Doc?" genta's chest tightness, when the question accompanied by a cry sticking out of the lips ranum the girl he loved.

Geisha looked up, looking at Genta with tears. As if contagious, the Genta's eye bead is reddened, holding clear water that will swarm on the petals.

"Why, Doc?" Geisha. His voice sounded very soft. Heartbreak of Genta. The man closed his eyes. And finally her tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Go home, Sha! I want a break." Genta wiped his tears.

Geisha shakes unwillingly. The girl is poring. "I'd like to stay here, Doctor."

The clapper shook his head, and taking off the crib was forced. "Forget it if we ever get close, Sha! I'm just messing with you."

Brug.

The bag that is still a hand-held Geisha then plunged to the floor. Geisha eyeballs bought, staring at Genta filled with demands.

"A--what, Doc?" geisha lips vibrate. "Try repeating?" The geisha crumpled the T-shirt cloth on Genta's chest. "During this time, the Doctor was just messing around? No serious intentions?" The geisha was as strong as her heart, forcing Genta to answer.

Genta was suddenly silent. His tongue was too faint to repeat the words that would hurt the Geisha. His chest felt severed, as he stared at the Geisha in ruin.

"I love the Doctor. I thought, Doctor feels the same way too." Unknowingly, Geisha revealed her heart. In the corner of Genta's heart happy. But in fact, he must reject the love that is warm-warm.

The hearts of the two hunted down, as the wounds began to pierce their bodies. Especially, Gentala. It's the most crowded here.

Genta shook steadily. Trying to be strong with the courage that he created feign. Pressing tears to not be seen again. The cold face that the Geisha had not looked at for a long time, came back.

"Never fall in love with me, Sha! Because you'll only be hurt. And your time will be wasted." the tone of the Genta baritone so pierced the Geisha tribe.

The geisha shook their head faintly as if in disbelief.

And.

"Mass? Who's coming?"

DEG.

The geisha who was still sculpting mute withstood the chest pain, back at the jolt with the presence of Avika on the steps.

"Astaghfirullah ...."

Geisha gawked in disbelief, if there is a woman in this house along with the man she loves. Looking at the look of Avika who only wears an oversized shirt over the thigh without subordinates.

Making Geisha shocked and guessed, what are they doing both in this house? And that woman? The woman who was angry with him.

The Geisha's face turned red. His jaw tightened in anger. He looked at Gentala's face with a million disappointments. This man lied to her, hurt her and threw her away like trash. All this time he treated her like a lover, but still in touch with other women.

Genta understands Geisha is disappointed when he sees Avika here. But he tries not to care. He looked back at Avika with a warm forced smile. "My guide is coming. You just wait in the room. I'll catch up." Genta replied to Avika's question earlier. He managed to heat up the Geisha to hate him even more.

Being hurt when in love. It felt like a gaping wound in the middle of I stole vinegar water.

"I thought, all this time the Doctor would really mean it. Turns out, the Doctor just wanted to stop by to play around with me. Thank you very much, Doc. Over this wound. Excuse me."

Geisha picked up a bag of provisions that fell on the floor, then stepped away with the soles of the feet that felt shrunk. As if not strong walking, but still he forced.

The crying clapper stared at the back of the Geisha who sauntered in steps with his head bowed, gradually disappearing from his sight.

Wanting her he called a Geisha, pulled her again for her to embrace. But Genta couldn't do it. It's the only way to get away from a geisha. And made the girl no longer wish for him.

"I love you, Sha!" Genta. He closed his eyes and clenched both hands. So that the taste of linu in the chest can disappear.

On the steps, Avika smiled with satisfaction. Fortunately, he was at the right time, he thought. This woman came to Genta's house because Andre told her yesterday that Genta was relapsing.

Genta had evicted, but the woman still forced her way in and prepared food for Genta. It got to where the clothes he was wearing were wet from the water spill. He borrowed Genta's shirt for him to wear temporarily, until his shirt was dry. Then misunderstandings in the minds of Geisha also occur.

The bell still stands in the doorway. The man looked at the Geisha who had climbed into the car. Geisha pressed his forehead on the steering wheel. The woman was crying, gurgling. All that can be seen with a heart that is equally broken.

"I'm sorry, Sha."

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