You are Like My Surg

Vasectomies

Gentala chose to go into the bathroom and locked himself in there. The man was frustrated because after treatment to a mental health specialist a full month before marriage, in fact, had not been fruitful. Even though he had diligent control to the doctor every three days, diligent in sports, and took some special drugs that the doctor gave. Still the result is nil.

The euphoria in his act of sadism is still flowing in the head. Genta has not been able to compensate and certainly will not be that easy to lose. Genta took quite a long time to reconcile with himself.

Geisha has been wearing clothes, he did not pray Ashar because his ablution after bathing became void thanks to the wick of wood that Gentala did two hours ago.

"Honey .. How long in the bathroom? It's been two hours, Mom. Soon the Maghrib will." and all that is called for is to remain petrified inside.

Gentala sits leaning on the body of the bath up. The man was getting claustrophobic, his neck was suffocating. What about their first night in a minute? With just a fondness Geisha already feel hurt. Until now, Geisha still occasionally hold his lips and chest that still feels hot and painful.

"Darling ...," cried Geisha again. Seeing Gentala hysterical like that, he was shocked half to death. It was as if seeing a psycho being present was so real before him. As if remembering Kahla's words and concluding. But, Geisha brushed off the bad guess. He chose to take a stand to calm the mind. She believes her husband is a man with no problems.

"My lips and chest don't hurt 'kok, Mas. I've dabbed with min----"

The geisha stopped her voice as the bathroom door opened, revealing the man she had only been married for several hours.

Gentala hugged the Geisha. "Sorry."

Geisha nodded. "I know you're just anxious, you know you've been a long time unemployed" he replied with rarity. Geisha choose to melt the atmosphere to get warm again. All he knew was that Genta felt guilty for being rude to him.

Gentala just kept quiet, staring at the magnificent bed still sprinkled with heart-shaped rose petals and towels strung together like two goose ducks. In that embrace, Genta closed his eyes. What should he do now? The geisha must have been waiting for their first night, and the hurtful incident would have Genta do again.

Geisha unravelling deck. "Why?" ask Genta.

"My stomach seems to hurt, Mom." Geisha looks grimacing.

"illness?" Genta fingered his wife's stomach. "Which part?" tanyanya.

"I'm in first, yeah, Mom." Geisha permits to the bathroom, rushing to close the door quickly. Instincts were not good in his mind.

"Duh don't let me menstruate now!!!" muttered Geisha annoyed. And sure enough, the monthly guests who are very helpful come at the wrong time.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh!!" Geisha sulked sadly like spoiled children who were not allowed to play by Father and Mother. Geisha stomps her legs irritated.

Hearing his wife's rampage from within, Gentala worried. "What's wrong with you, Sha?"

"Mas ..." call the Geisha while crying out in annoyance.

Genta pressing handel bathroom door. "Let's open the door! You why?" the man was getting worried.

A soft tweet was heard from within. "I'm menstruating, Mas."

If the Geisha frowned, in contrast to Gentala, the man was happy half to death. Genta rubbed his chest, he found relief in there. "I still have time for more treatment." Genta.

Feeling that his interlocutor outside was just silent, Geisha again asked. "Mas, how are you quiet? Sad, huh, Mas? We are not the first night" said Geisha while attaching pads to the triangular fabric of bermuda.

The woman was not angry, even though the blood on her lips was still felt and the chest skin was hot because it was peeled thanks to Gentala's knuckles at the first time they made a flirt. The geisha did not feel awkward at all, about what was going on with her husband now.

"That's okay, honey. I see," she replied with a sweet smile. Genta is waiting for the Geisha from outside the door.

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Geisha fingers have been playing in the curves of the husband's face. Gentala, the bule man he always called Oppa, and Genta will be angry because he is considered old. By Geisha, Opaa is a sister in Korean.

Many times Geisha kissed Genta's lips secretly. And the husband who still enjoys dreams in his sleep fleeting. "Cieh who already has a husband" he said himself, while teasing himself.

"I'm glad I could have you, Mas" he murmured again. He kissed Genta's lips again and finally the man opened his eyes.

"Early morning like a frog like this?" asked Genta with a small ruckus. He looked at the Geisha who had hugged his chest. He gently rubbed his wife's dangling hair.

"For this same miss ...." Geisha lips of Genta. "The driver was like that."

"You jigong like this, you still want to?"

Geisha laughing. "Well, he wants to be a husband. Whatever shortcomings you have to accept, Mas," replied Geisha with laughter.

The day after the wedding, Genta went to the doctor again, he asked for medication and psychiatric therapy more strictly in order to master himself. At least when he wanted to spend his first night with his wife, Geisha did not experience anything painful. The doctor said Genta was able if the man wanted to mean it more seriously.

"Mass?" Geisha looked up, he looked up, it turned out that the man was daydreaming staring at the roof of the room. Genta is still reluctant to be honest about his illness, he is still sure that he can certainly control himself.

Genta lowered his gaze. "Yes, my dear." then kissed the Geisha's forehead.

"Pengin, Mas ...." Geisha back teasing. He wanted to kiss Genta's lips, but the man turned his face away. "Later, yeah. You're done with your period."

Geisha pursed lips. "Still a long time, Mom. I'll have a long period, a week."

"Well, how do you keep going? If I kiss you, there's a junior I'm tense. Can't possibly dare you again menstruation that." as much as possible Genta dodged.

"A kiss, can you be tense?" The geisha snorted, the woman still could not believe it. Geisha is addictive. The fondness of that time until it likes to be carried away by dreams. Naturally, he only felt a taste that was so delicious even though at the end he got an unusual taste, namely pain.

"Oh, yes. I forgot about yesterday. Want to give you something," said Genta diverted the conversation. He unraveled the Geisha's arms and sat down.

"Forgot what, Mom? What do you want to love me? The Mahar you love is incredible. Land up to 4000 acres, what's it for?"

Genta smiled as he picked up his wallet lying on the nightstand. "I'm going to make you a hospital. Then use your own name. His name is RS Mother and Son Geisha. I want you to be a Pediatrician, no. From now on I'll pay for your college until I become a specialist."

Geisha stroked her husband's cheeks that were slightly flushed due to the former pressure of the pillow. He kissed the cheek that was still fragrant, but just woke up. And Genta closed his eyes, resisting the desire that was always stirring. Every night, the man kissed his lips and stroked his thighs.

"Thank you a lot, Mom. Whatever you want, I will do it. I'm going to keep learning, so I can be a good Pediatrician." The smile that's still flowing suddenly changes. "But, Daddy and Mommy still want to charge me for school, Mas," he replied.

Genta. "You I married. That means you are my responsibility. Even if I have to bone down to work, no problem. I've also registered with several other RS, who knows there are vacancies."

"At Grandma's Hospital you're already keteter, Mas. What about somewhere else?"

"That's easy, I can manage," he replied. Genta opened the wallet removing one ATM card from several in the wallet.

"This one, payday ATM. RS likes to transfer here." Genta pointed at silver ATM cards.

"How much do you usually pay, Mom?"

"Of course not. Sometimes large, sometimes moderate, it depends on the patient the same number of operations. If you like it a lot to 200 million."

Geisha eye manicures balled in amazement. "I've really become the wife of a rich man now ...," he continued.

Genta laughed wryly. "You're richer, Sha. You were born into a conglomerate family."

Geisha. "That's an old man's treasure, Mas. Not mine," the Geisha argued. He did not want Gentala to feel inferior.

Genta laughed alone, he chose not to discuss. "You set my salary for household needs, your needs, my needs, savings, parents and zakat. Every month I routinely send Mami and Papi, although not much. Now there are Father and Mother, so you can divide evenly. And for Sister Lala, as well as the children of her fatherless. The note is in the book ...."

Genta paused his speech, the man pointed towards the black-colored note lying on the table. "You can tell me what I've been spending for a month. All I've noted neatly, deliberately, let you not get dizzy."

Clear water swarming in the eye peluhan Geisha. Then the woman covered her face with both palms. "I just found out you're this good, Mas." sobbing Geisha spilled. "You love my Father and Mother" he added. The geisha is moved, remembering how Dad initially disliked Gentala.

"Your cover is so much---"

"Guh!! I'm .. already," Sela Genta. He took the Geisha into his chest. "Doain me, let my sustenance be much. Let me please you and our parents. I'm gonna--"

"I don't want anything, Mom. I just want you to pray hard, be able to teach. I want you to guide me and our children to be able to supply God's Jannah." The geisha interjected again at will.

DEG.

Heart, lungs and heart Genta as if scattered fall and scattered when the name of the child is called. Just yesterday he consulted a doctor to perform a Vasectomy secretly. He thinks this is the best thing for him and the geisha.

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