You are Like My Surg

What Did You Call It?

Gentala's iron chariot was well parked in the courtyard of the women's boarding houses. Ten days after the chaos, the Geisha no longer returned home. He was afraid to go home and his family did not look, except for Mother. They allowed the Geisha to choose their own way of life.

Before staying in kostan. Geisha stayed for a few days at Mama Luna and Papa Hari's house. Both parents seemed to be responsible, because what the Geisha did was also a share from Gentala, their child.

Geisha was shocked when she found out Mama Luna was Genta's stepmother. As the Geisha knew, Papi Hari was only married to Mama Luna, never married before and had Gentala. Same with Genta, he was ashamed of Mama Luna. The woman he had hated half-dead could drop her pride to apologize as well as blessing Mother Maura.

And as a Mother. No matter how hurt a child is, he will forgive. Geisha crying while meeting Mother at the residence of Mama Luna. He apologizes and says he loves Genta. And Genta also promised to take care of the Geisha.

Seeing the happiness in the face of the child. Mother finally agreed. He said he forgave and blessed Genta and Geisha's relationship even though his friendship with Sandra could not be saved. But not with Dad. I still don't want to accept Genta or Geisha.

Costs that Genta rents for Geisha are indeed quite elite and expensive. One month only for the price of this room is around two million five hundred. Genta chose the largest room for his future wife. The facilities are also complete, there is AC, mattress, closet, TV, laundry and many others.

After the practice was over Gentala came to the Geisha boarding house, to bring lunch, because the woman was out of the night watch in the ER and came home early from the Hospital.

"Darling ...," cried Genta. He knocked on the door many times so that the master of the room opened the door.

"Sha .. wake up, it's me," he called again. Genta sure, that woman must still be sleeping.

"Darling ...." Genta remained patient. He waited until the angel of his heart came out of the room.

And.

Moments later. The sound of a lock round from within rang out, Geisha opened the door. By wearing the original pasmina to cover her messy hair, the woman continued to yawn. She let her future husband in.

"Come, Mas!" her word. Now the call has changed not with the name of Doctor anymore. Genta also entered the Geisha tail from behind with a package of food to be enjoyed together.

"Still sleepy? It was noon, though," said Genta.

Geisha nodded. "Last night his patients were many. I'm tired!"

"Let's take a bath there, let the sleepiness disappear. Then we eat together. Buy your favorite duck" said Genta.

"Eat first, take a bath later," replied the Geisha while rubbing her eyes, her steps just like a staggering person.

"Shower first---" as soon as his eyeballs widened. "God is such a mess!" Genta shook his head. "Just yesterday's feeling I'm sorted out, Sha!" his tone was half up.

The drowsy geisha still stuck in the eyelids just chuckled. He already knew, Genta would definitely get angry again as usual. Instead of obeying Genta's will, he lay back on the bed and hugged the bolster.

Genta placed the food pack he brought on the table. Then pulling his sleeves up to his elbows, he began to clean up the messy Geisha room.

"I told you, shoes don't get put inside. It smells!" Genta took out a pair of Geisha shoes to put outside the room.

"Hem." The geisha muttered with their eyes closed. The noisy one and the clean one had come and interrupted his nap.

Genta folded mukena placed geisha just anywhere on the bed for him to hang with hanger and put in the closet.

And.

Genta's eyeballs again gawked, while some of the clothes that Genta bought for Geisha since the woman did not return home, not neatly arranged in it.

"Collapse again." the sigh was heavy. "When yesterday I just tapped, lazy really you!" Genta kept on fussing.

He took out the Geisha clothes again to the floor to fold until neat and arranged in the closet like yesterday.

As Genta continued to be noisy, the Geisha woke up. The light is still visible in the corner of the lips, he looked at Genta with a ruckus. "Sarangheo, Opaa ...," he gave the man smoke eyes. Genta grunts lazily. He's a bule why he became Korean. Haha. Geisha dropped back on the bed. He lay on his back and closed his eyes.

"Former food wastes were everywhere. Is it hard to throw it in the trash?" his hand is currently collecting some bags of chiki traces into black plastic for him to throw in the trash. "Former tissue, filthy cotton is scattered like this, O Allah ...,"

"Huh?" Geisha gawking in the eye.

Whatwasthat?

Geisha's forehead twitching. His ears twitched, afraid that what he heard at the end of Genta's sentence was an illusion.

Geisha opened their eyes quickly. He got up and approached Genta who was bending on the middle floor picking up some cotton makeup.

Geisha crouched down like Genta. He held the man's shoulder. "Maas ...."

"Hem," replied Genta flat.

"What did you say, Mom?" with a happy tinge, Geisha asked.

Genta looked at him confused and repeated the question. "What by the way?"

"That's right, you're babbling like a parrot, right,"

The clapper knits the eyebrows and smothers the nose. "You're 'ih! Brush your teeth!" genta commands.

The geisha did not care, although his breathing was now like the smell of a carcass, he still spoke to justify what he had just heard.

"You said ...."

"Oh God?"

Geisha was delighted. "So you're the one who said it?"

Genta. "Jin said it! Yeah, I was. Who else?" his snort is lazy. Not because he was lazy to ask, but he was still upset because he came to the boarding house instead of laying down to unwind and lunch together, even cleaning the Geisha room.

"Oh Allah, finally ...," cried Geisha. He prostrated himself on the floor because this man had finally met their Lord.

These ten days Gentala recounted a little of his identity to the Geisha. That he was a follower of the grandmother who was an atheist. Do not understand about Allah, pray and read the Quran.

So the geisha began to teach him for a few days. Gentala first introduced a book that tells what Islam is. The geisha has not taught himself to pray and other duties that must be done by a Muslim.

Thanks to the encouragement of Geisha so that Genta would open up about Islam, finally the man wanted to read and find out about the religion that he had been adopted only in limited identification card.

"Tomorrow saturday. I'm free, you're the same. We learn to pray, yes," said Geisha after rising from his prostration. Genta, who was also moved by the Geisha's thanksgiving to God thanks to himself who was willing to open himself to know God, finally nodded.

"Yes, dear," although in his heart is not yet solid and there is still a sense of laziness to learn Religion.

At least he wants to first, the rest stay forced. Muslims who often pray, sometimes their faith likes to go up and down. Moreover, Gentala? The little ones never knew religion. Feel taboo and unusual. Of course with just that, making Genta experience rapid progress.

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