You are Like My Surg

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Garlic, shallots and chili, middle sauteed genta in a hot pan. This morning, he would cook fried rice for the breakfast of Geisha and himself. Although the breakfast time is also over, because it is now ten in the afternoon.

Gentala promised to take the Geisha to the boarding house and bring him home to pray, but the man woke up later and finally the Geisha himself came to Gentala at home.

"Hemm ... very fragrant nasgor, dear," praised Geisha who was sitting at the dinner table.

Genta who has not yet bathed but has been told to cook, then turned to him and smiled.

"Yes, special to you," she replied with the rarity of love.

He looked at the Geisha who was writing the Latin letters Al-Fatihah and several other short surahs so that Gentala could easily memorize before he taught Genta with prayer movements. At a minimum, the man should know and memorize first with Surah Al-Fatihah, his heart in performing prayers.

The geisha looked up and gave a kiss bye move from afar. "Unch so sweet, dear. Thank you so much ... I Love you."

Gentala replied, "I love you too." Even the flies in the air just wanted to vomit hearing their innocence.

The geisha resumed writing on some papers. There is something Genta can carry around to memorize anywhere and there is also something he wants to paste on the wall of the man's room.

"Would the eggs be made with a cow's eye or an omelet?"

"Dadar aja, Mas," replied the Geisha.

"Yes." Now that the plain fried rice was ripe, the man divided it into two plates. He switched to breaking eggs into containers and mixing them with salt and pepper.

"Darling ...."

"Yes, baby?" The geisha who were still busy writing only answered without looking at the face.

"Wouldn't I go to your house? Trying to ask your father for his blessing?" ask Gentala. In the corner of his heart, he was sure that Father would forgive and accept, because Mother had given the green light for her relationship with the Geisha.

The geisha stops the finger that is writing on the paper. He looked up again, looking at Genta's back who was still standing in front of the stove.

"Later, yeah, Mas. If you can pray" he replied.

"Yes on the way, Sha. I'm afraid your father's getting angry. Because he thinks I have no initiative to bring you back. I'm also quick to marry you."

Geisha was silent in her smile. On the one hand he was happy because this man was very responsible for him. But on the other hand, he was reminded of the attitude of Dad at that time. Genta's words have a point. But for now it doesn't feel right. He wants to bring Genta with the advantages that he has like Andre, although he will not be able to equal the Islamic faith that Andre has.

Speaking of Andre. Gentala had transferred his personal money to Andre for the replacement of the wedding costs that Andre had spent for Geisha. The pocket he put out was pretty big, and he didn't care. The Geisha remains his.

Andre never asked to be replaced. Until this moment also the man still did not want to reply to messages or meet with Gentala. His heart was still sore and disappointed.

He is known to be taking a sabbatical from the Hospital, Kak Sandra wants to take Andre to Bali with his family to comfort his heart is running away. The apology message from Genta and Geisha was sent a thousand times and the man just read it there.

"You should practice prayer, read the Quran, fast and so on. Let me approve of our relationship," Geisha said.

I am not an ustadz, who knows about religion. But, he is just a parent who wants to see his son's life happy until the end of life. He wants the Geisha to be accompanied by a couple who also want to achieve the pleasure of God in marriage.

Household trips will feel light if there are religious rays in them. Moreover, the husband is a heavy task, he will be asked in the Hereafter, how has been educating wives and children in the world.

Tuk.

Two dishes of fried rice with a top of an omelet Genta placed on the table. Sniffing the delicious aroma and an evocative look made the stomach of Geisha thrashed, saliva alone to the point of wanting to drip.

"OK then. I will continue to learn" replied Genta.

Geisha nodded, he pulled the hand of Genta who wanted to pass again towards the kitchen to take a drink to the refrigerator. He pulled back the chair, allowing the man to sit next to him. The geisha grabbed two pieces of tissue and wiped the sweat on Genta's face from cooking. "Let me take a drink."

"Yes, honey," replied Genta happily. He still received a chest room for the shortcomings that the Geisha had. That, that girl can't do anything. In contrast to his ex-wife who is smart to cook, diligent and frequency with him.

But, Geisha says she will learn to be a versatile wife. Can cook and serve the husband well as the mother and the ex-wives of Gentala. Just like Genta is also learning about religion.

They are both united in love to both fill each other's shortcomings.

"What did you learn yesterday from the prayer book?" ask the Geisha whose steps have arrived at the front door of the refrigerator.

"Newly memorize the amount of raka'at his prayer," reply Genta relaxed.

"Try calling it ...." The geisha stepped towards her again with a drinking bottle in hand, then threw out the buttocks next to her chair.

"Body two, Ashar 3, Dzuhur 4, Isha 3, Maghrib 3."

"Nhd!" Geisha pinches Genta's arm. "Let's remember it again!"

"Oh, wrong, yeah." Genta tried to remember. And finally the man shook his head and went back to saying, "Sorry, I don't remember."

"Use this way, let you memorize it easily. The order of the prayers and their raka'at is equated and lined up in one line of kayak gini: Subuh-Dzuhur-Ashar-Magrib-Isya, it is for the order of prayer. For the number of raka'at its two-four-four-three-four. Fajr two, Dzuhur four, Ashar four, Maghrib three and Isha four. Go, repeat!" geisha Letah.

The geisha put down the spoon that Genta had held. "Hapalin this one first, just ate!"

Raut Gentala. "But I'm hungry, baby."

"You want to get married, don't you??"

Genta nodded steadily. "Yes, I want to."

"Eat him, come! Hafalin, there I am. If you're wrong, God willing I can fix it" Geisha said.

Genta smiled flirtatiously, he stared at the Geisha full of haru.

"Why are there such messes?" Geisha knit eyebrows. And rewind his head, when Genta approached his face. "Can I kiss your cheek first?"

Geisha nodded with a gentle smile. "May 'n what the hell is not possible for my future husband ...."

Hearing Geisha's reply made Genta rush forward her lips and the Geisha's index tip spread all over.

He held Genta's forehead with his finger. "Well, if you're married! Buru hafalin. Let's see you soon!"

Gentala can only thaw sour.

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Thirty days later the Geisha left the house and stayed in the boarding house. He misses Mother and Father. Very eager for the woman to go see her parents, let alone the news that she just knew from Ginka that Dad was not feeling well.

He called my phone once, but the man stopped lifting. Not because I didn't want to, but because I was sleeping. He also misses Geisha, his Khumairah. But, considering that Geisha prefers Gentala, made her heart torn apart.

During this month, Mother continued to seduce Father into forgiving the Geisha and accepting the Child again. Mother said, love cannot be forced. Rather than his son being unhappy with Andre, it is better to respect his relationship with Genta.

Moreover, Genta is the son of Papi Hari and Mama Luna, their family friends since long ago. It was unlikely that Genta would hurt the Geisha throughout their marriage.

"Yes already, Bun. Call Geisha and ask her to bring the man she chose. Dad wants-"

Ting nong's ... Assalammualoddess ...

The sound of the house bell rang with the tone of the voice of cartoon animation repeatedly, indicating that there are guests who come.

"Bik ...," call Mother to the house art to open the door. However, the one who was called did not come, it seemed like Bibik was busy at the back. "Let me just open it" said Dad, interrupting his wife to stay on the couch.

The father who was wearing a cardigan to ward off the cold with a cough that hit, rose to the main door.

Ting nong's ... Assalammualoddess ...

"Yes, wait a minute" said Father, while the bell was being pushed by guests outside. Mother still follows the steps of Dad from behind. Want to welcome guests who come to the house this afternoon.

And.

Crick.

Dad's main door is wide open. Embrace the figure of the child that he missed and just discussed with his wife.

"Donahhhhhhh!" exciting Geisha. He hugged Dad. Hugged the man tightly. Geisha are crying. He is shedding a very heavy longing. A month without seeing him, made himself half-floated.

He was forced to leave because he wanted to bring Genta in a condition of being reborn in the newly frothy Islamic faith. Geisha is sure, Dad will accept Gentala like his thing Andre.

Gentala was filled with the longing that was now presented before her eyes. The wife-to-be is hugging her future father-in-law. Genta to retreat from the practice at the Hospital just to visit, bring food and try to ask for the blessing of both Geisha parents.

"I'm sorry Geisha, Dad. Geisha has been disobedient with Father and Mother ..." The girl's tears shed, spilled. Wetting Dad's cardigan at the base of the shoulder.

"Geisha has embarrassed Father and Mother" he continued. "But, by God. It was not the intention of the Geisha to disobey and leave the family." The geisha kept convincing Dad.

Getting a Geisha hug and hearing her son's voice again, made Dad's chest disappear from tightness. The soles of his feet no longer limp in a stand. It turns out that you can't afford to lose a Geisha. Heart jewels. Father nodded, he rubbed gently from the back of the head to the back of the Geisha.

"Yes, Son. I'm sorry ...."

Dad unravels the deck. He looked at the face of the Geisha who had been soaked by tears, peeling the forehead of the old Geisha.

Mother stroked the chest of relief. She thanked him because her husband was actually very good to also accept and forgive the Geisha.

"Thank God, O God. You have softened my husband's heart ...." Mother impinges.

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