You are Like My Surg

I Want You To The Bone.

The geisha thought Kahla would tell the story straight away. It turns out this woman was even silent. If since then the hands of Geisha are watery because of sweat. Now, Kahla is the same. He seemed nervous to tell the Geisha the truth about Gentala.

"Do I deserve to say this to a geisha? If the Geisha can't accept it, I'm afraid she'll call off this marriage. But, if not told. I feel like I betrayed him. I pity." Kahla.

"Mr?"

Kahla nodded. "Sorry I'm daydreaming,"

Geisha frowned in confusion. "What do you want to talk about, Mas Genta? How do you feel nervous?"

Kahla smiled, trying to organize her heart that was in turmoil. He looked at the Geisha eyeballs that had been overwritten by brown softlens, fixed.

"I want to give you marriage advice, Sha. Hope you can accept this,"

"It is with pleasure, Ma'am," he replied smiling. Even though in his heart he wanted to attack. Why the context of the conversation has changed. Geisha ears can still hear clearly if at the beginning Kahla wants to talk about Genta. But, as much as possible Geisha should be able to appreciate what Kahla will convey. He just muttered.

"His name is also husband and wife, there will certainly be shortcomings and advantages that we will meet and as much as we can have to receive from our halal partner. Maybe I was impatient to accept Mas Genta's shortcomings as well as his to me.

But, the wheel of life will continue to spin, along the journey of life, all humans will be at the point where it will change for the better.

I want you to be his last companion. Accepting any shortcomings that might make you give up. Please guide him. Accompany her. Always give your attention, affection and love all the time to him. You know what I mean?" at length Kahla gave advice, as if forcing Geisha to accept Gentala later.

"What shortcomings can make me give up?" the eyes of the Geisha demanded. Kahla pressed a breath that felt tight. First because of her pregnancy and second because of the odd heart that wants to be honest.

"You have decided to marry him. Devoted forever to being his life partner. Whatever shortcomings you will find. You have to take it with a chest. I'm sure you can change it" Kahla replied.

Geisha are not understanding. Already nervous because Ijab wait time coupled with Kahla's speech that makes his heart beat more unfazed.

"Can you give me an example, Mother? Shortage in what?" Geisha smears Kahla.

Kahla. "I no longer have the right to tell it. I'm no longer his wife. It's not that easy to expose his disgrace to others, even if you'll soon be his wife."

Kahla can breathe a sigh of relief because she does not so follow her breath to tell Genta's painful shortcomings, hopefully with her advice that is just like this, he said, can make the eyes of the heart of Geisha open as he is in shock after knowing who Gentala really is.

The geisha just nodded flat. As he guessed, what else did he not know about the other side of Gentala? What lack? The geisha kept thinking, until daydreaming. Kahla shakes Geisha's shoulders to let the woman jump.

"Don't be afraid, Sha. You can get through all this. You're stronger than me and Avika. If you feel any pain, please do not complain! You have to fight that pain! As much as possible you can bear it and show that you are not sick. That's the only way to help, Mas Genta. I failed to do that before. But, I'm sure that you're stronger than me. Love his flaws."

DEG.

The heart of the Geisha continues to thump. His breathing began to be chaotic, he was like running a race in the hot afternoon sun. "Maaa--what do you mean, Ma'am? It hurt?" ask the Geisha again with trembling lips. Nothing yet, this woman was already scared. "Please tell me everything clearly" Pinta Geisha said.

"Don't be afraid---"

"Sister, the penghulu has arrived. He called for Brother to come to the board table, "Ginka interrupted Kahla's words. He came back into this room and asked his brother to get up from the sofa.

The geisha looked at Kahla with a beautiful face. And Kahla responded with a gentle smile, and hugged the Geisha.

"Please remember my message, Sha. Genta is very dear to you. Only he has flaws that you have to face. If you are not strong, please tell me the same story. Not with the others! Understand, right?" whispered Kahla. He rubbed the Geisha's back up and down gently.

The geisha nodded flat and weakly. His feet felt weak. But, marrying Genta was already his choice. Whatever happens later, he must continue to accept it with chest space.

Kahla unravels the crib, she kisses the Geisha's cheek. "Come there, you've been waiting for your future husband."

"You have a lot, Ma'am. Thanks for advising me. Pray for me and Mas Genta good luck today." The geisha kisses the back of Kahla's hand, then passes with Ginka and Ghea to the board table.

"Amijin, Sha. I prayed," he replied.

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Gentala turned her head with a happy smile as the Geisha was already sitting beside her. The woman will accompany him to pronounce Ijab Qabul. It seems that the nervousness in the heart of Geisha has changed, no longer thinking about the way of Ijab, but she is worried about Kahla's explanation of her husband's identity that began to make her afraid.

"Please shake hands" said the previous father to Father and Genta. Geisha jumped from the daydream, he looked at the palm of the hand that was so strong that Father and Genta were united.

Dad's gaze was so shady yet firm to Genta. Genta replied with a confident look. Sure, if he can be a substitute father to make Geisha happy after this. It is different from a geisha. His heart is beating unbecoming.

Is this really the marriage she wants?

Why is it only fear that echoes?

It is not like, happy and happy because he finally married the man he wanted. The man who has come so far, he led to explore Islam.

Geisha looked ahead, he found Mother who was glazed staring at him in the middle of the audience seats. Praying, asking for the smooth running of her daughter's marriage for today, tomorrow and beyond.

Cloudy hit the bead of Geisha's eyes, while his gaze with Andre whistled. The man looked at her with a very deep fondness.

"Smile, Sha." from afar Kahla gave the code with silent lip movements.

Kahla knew she had misreported this to the Geisha at the wrong time. But if not now, then when else? And if not him, then who else? Because only Kahla has ever felt what the Geisha will feel after this.

"I marry you and marry you to my daughter Geisha Alyra Hadnan bint Gifali Hadnan, Gentala Hanasta Edward with a set of prayer tools, 100 crates of diamonds, 4000 acres of land, 1.5 Billion is paid in cash."

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Geisha Alyra Hadnan bint Gifali Hadnan with the dowry paid in cash."

With one breath, a tone of voice that sounded firm, straightforward and clear and in a close handshake with Dad, Gentala was able to pronounce Ijab Qabul perfectly. Geisha and Genta chest as if plong when they heard all the audience exclaim the word ...

"AH!"

"Alhamdulillah ..." Everyone gave thanks afterwards.

Let go of Genta's tears. Dropped thinly from its net angle. Capturing the novelty of the husband's heart, making the heart of the Geisha rustle. Pupus has been a tempestuous fear since earlier in his body. He looked at the man with a smile of love like yesterday.

"Thank God, O God. You have united us. Make a good wife for her. Strong servant, to continue to be able to accompany him and accept all his shortcomings and advantages until his death," Geisha prayed in his heart. Clear water from the netra was down the river. A sense of relief whack didad, she has officially become a wife. The thing he always wanted and could be proud of the world.

Geisha tear Genta from the side that continues to flow from the corner of the eye with his fingers. Though the man was spreading a smile to all corners of the eyes that were looking at them at the board table. Even Papi to give two thumbs to his son from afar as a sign of happiness. The clapper was so moved, behind his happiness he cried.

Genta lowered his hand down, he grasped the hand of the Geisha who had been in the lap since. Geisha could feel that Genta's fist was so cold and wet. Genta heart beat alone as if with chest movements that look fast.

"I made it, Sha," he whispered softly. There was a sense of pride on his face.

The geisha nodded, with a very sad smile. It was as if Kahla's words weren't scary anymore. This is her husband now, a man she should respect as much as her parents. "Yes, Mas. You're terrific. Thank you for wanting to be my husband forever."

"I promise to always be happy."

"I keep your promise, Mas" replied the Geisha.

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The magnificent and expensive star hotel, luxurious wedding decorations, premium quality dining menu, wedding dress code, makeup polish to dowry given by Genta are all very memorable.

More than Andre ever gave to the Geisha before, and also more than the gift to his ex-wife. As much as possible, Genta provides the best, most expensive according to the development of today. His desire to make a Geisha a queen for a day, was finally achieved.

The reception was over before Ashar's time. The big families and the gentleman have returned to their homes. Unlike the parents, brothers and sisters who still stay at the hotel to stay overnight. Enjoy the facilities of the place they have rented for the wedding today.

"Let's take a shower, Mas ...." Gentala who was standing with her arms crossed staring at the expanse of sky from inside her room, turned her head towards his wife who had just come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest. Geisha stepped onto the sofa to open the suitcase containing clothes that she would use during her stay at this hotel for a few days.

A sip of saliva, Genta thrust into the esophagus, while his desire began to ignite, when he saw the curves of the Geisha's body that was very appetizing.

The chest chunks that look tight from behind the towel, white and smooth thighs look wet because the remnants of water are still attached and the neck is level and clean plastered clearly in his eyes, makes the point instantly pulsate.

"Mas ..." felt no response from her husband, then she turned to look at Gentala who was amazed.

The man smiled and nodded. "Yes, honey" he answered. Gentala stepped closer to the Geisha, hugging the woman from behind. He sip the aroma of soap that is so delicious perched around the surface of his wife's skin.

The geisha who were still timid and not used to being treated like this, were slightly wriggling away. "Geli, Mas," he said.

Genta only smiled with his eyes closed. He focused on enjoying the fragrant body of his wife. "We're really married, aren't we, Sha? Today is not a dream?" happiness is still difficult to describe with words, Genta did not think he had been separated from his widower status. Genta rubbed the belly of the Geisha and gradually came down holding the center of its core.

"I--iya, Mas," reply Geisha. He grimaced amusedly, because the genta breath so make the fine hairs around the nape of the crumble, not to mention with the hands of Genta who continues to spread here and there. Geisha closed his eyes, the clothes he had held earlier, he let it fall on the floor.

It's really intoxicating for a virgin woman like her.

Genta flips Geisha's body. Now they stand looking at each other. The heart beat of a Geisha hunts the great. "It's late afternoon, Mas. You better take a shower first, then we pray hour--" Geisha seems to know what her husband wants right now.

"I want you to the bone (I really want you)," whispered Genta was able to make the Geisha's blood flow heat up.

Cup.

Genta's lips pursed, stuck to the lips of his wife who was sculpting stiffly resisted fear. This is the first for a geisha. As long as he lives his sweet lips never touched anyone.

Their lips were just clinging, no one had started the movement yet. Genta was still, even with the Geisha. The two of them opened their eyelids, looked at each other's eyeballs, while throwing a loving smile.

"This is a first for me, Mom. I'm sorry if I'm an amateur" said Geisha.

Behind his smile, Gentala nodded. "Thank God I was the first." Genta wiped his wife's lips. "I'll teach you to shrewdness, dear," said Genta flirtatious.

The man held the Geisha's hand. His head came back closer, then tilted slightly so that his lips could land well on the thin lips belonging to his paradise angel.

The breath from Genta's nostril was getting clearer on Geisha's face, making the woman close her eyes to follow the rhythm of the lip game that Gentala will give in a moment.

"Open a little" said Genta, before his lips were completely docked.

In the blink of an eye, the Geisha nodded and complied. With a still bright nervousness, He opened his lips slightly and the middle gaping, Genta broke through with his thick lips.

Lubricate the lips of Geisha, sip the sweet taste there. Spilling an increasingly raging desire to be expelled.

Ah, it feels ... steady!

The geisha who had just felt this kind of fondling for the first time, immediately ignited her husband's lip play. He enjoyed until he was unaware that he kept sighing. The distinctive voice of Geisha makes Gentala's libido even higher.

The hand that has been grasping since, Geisha. Both of his hands moved to circle around Gentala's neck. The woman moaned, feeling the favor that Genta was giving. Especially when the Genta tongue in the mouth cavity is invaded.

"Reply to me" said Genta, stopping his kiss. The geisha were silent, closing their eyes. Seeing his wife liked him, Genta returned to melumatt.

"Eumm ... Mum ...." Geisha. He's getting drunk. In his heart he continued to give thanks to God, because finally he was allowed to enjoy the intoxicating taste, which he was currently getting from his halal partner.

However, Geisha has not been able to retaliate. The game is dominated by Gentala. It was as if the man had not given a gap so that the Geisha could enjoy the taste from his lips.

Sometimes the kiss tightens a little, then loosens and tightens again.

Genta is trying to organize himself, he does not want further clarity to explore pleasure. It was feared it could provoke his act of sadism to come out now. He has been practicing to keep his emotions. Genta was sure, he could calm down. His efforts during this month to seek treatment to the doctor must produce results.

But, the Geisha was so intoxicating for her. Geisha is different from Kahla and Avika. Maybe, because Geisha is still plain and just obey. Making the manhood side of Genta increasingly revealed. Moreover, he has long fasted not to do this kind of charm to other women after divorcing Avika.

Gentala is getting hypnotized.

The two hands of Genta who had been static below then rose, squeezing a chunk of Geisha's chest covered with a towel. Geisha are flying into the clouds. Although he felt a little claustrophobic due to the loss of oxygen, but he did not care. He continued to long for the caress that Gentala gave him.

Before long, the Geisha's forehead seemed to twitch. Something strange he thought. Wanted to open his eyes, but his face was attached to Gentala's face. The feeling he felt now, as if no longer the tenderness as at the beginning they were kissing.

And.

"Ah, Sick!" pekik Geishas. He forced her to break the kiss and keep her head away. Already sore lips, chest feels hot, because unconsciously Gentala gripped with her knuckles. Genta too greedily scooped the lips and chest of the wife.

"You sick anyway, Mom? Why bite my lip? Then why was my chest scratched?" ask the Geisha with a clear face. He held his lips, feeling a sense of heat and swelling in the soft part. And his gaze increasingly demanded Gentala, as his tongue could feel there was a splash of blood stuck to his lips.

"My lips are bleeding, Mom?" ask Geisha in a surprised tone. The geisha also gawked into her towel, wanting to ascertain why her chest felt hot like it was slashed. "Ah, the skin is peeling!"

The gentala who was already aware of his bad euphoria, nodded flatly. He looks scared, anxious and agitated. "Maa-sorry, Sha." her voice shook.

"Would kissing be like this, Mom? Bite bite? Her paws are plain.

Gentala bumbling. He looked down at the Geisha, He managed to hurt this innocent woman. And when he wanted to cupping his wife's face. Gentala was hysterically screaming. He hit his head. "Arggghhhhh, motherfucker!"

The man cursed himself. Cursed the black figure within his body that was never willing to leave. The fear of being known for his illness and not wanting to be abandoned by the Geisha, made the man groan in mockery.

"Arrghh motherfucker!!"

"Lho, Mas, what's wrong with you?" The geisha held Genta's hand to stop hitting his own head. The woman was confused and shocked to death as to why Gentala could change like a man she had never seen before.

"Let go, Sha!" Genta involuntarily pushed the Geisha to the point of bouncing, his back hitting the end of the sofa.

"Oh Allah," oh.

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