You are Like My Surg

I'm Sick, Sha!

Occasionally the Geisha rose from his seat, then stepped towards the main door. Standing by the window, attach the curtain cloth to look at the parking lot of the house. He's been doing it from seven to ten o'clock this evening.

The woman was worried, she was afraid something might happen to her husband. According to Genta, he will be on the way home from six in the afternoon from the Hospital. Geisha said, for the Magrib prayer first there just returned home.

"Where's Mas Genta, huh? On the phone not lifting up," he murmured. She called her husband's phone number again, the result of which was no response.

Step back to the dining table. Where there is already a dish that he made and too cold. Only rice, omelet and canned sardines remained he warmed up.

Though Genta had forbidden him to cook, because yesterday his hand was injured, exposed to a puff of hot oil when frying fish. When the oil is hot, he throws the fish from afar, as a result of which the oil is spilled and the splash hits the back of his hand. Circling the bandage over there.

Gentala told the Geisha not to wash. Because his white doctor's suit faded, mixed with some jeans.

But, as a wife she wanted to be reliable. What's the function in this house, if all the Gentala do. To find the art energy, not yet able to. And the Geisha says there must be no art, count he is studying.

While daydreaming of her husband, the woman jumped to her senses and rushed to the main door because Genta's car was heard reaching the parking lot.

"Why did you just arrive?" ask Geisha. She kissed the back of her husband's hand.

"There was a cito operation earlier, sorry I didn't have time to tell you," he replied with a very tired face. He offered a packet of fried rice that he bought on the street for a Geisha. "Read more" he said.

"Coc buy fried rice, Mas? I'm going to cook. Eat first, yuk, Mas. We'll eat together ...."

"I want to go straight to sleep, I've eaten" between Genta flat and cold. Geisha who since yesterday felt always wrong in the eyes of Genta, began to wistfully. But, as much as possible he could endure. He knew this man was tired. To cook like that, it takes hours. Her lentic nails never touched the kitchen utensils.

"Want tea?" he no longer cared whether Gentala wanted to eat or not. The important thing is that the man is not angry with her anymore.

"Tea salt?" Genta turned around asking, the man continued to step towards the room. At first glance he looks at the food menu that has been presented at the dining table, but he does not want to see it.

Not because the food was not tasty, or not cooked like the fish of yesterday. But, Genta was just lazy to converse with his wife. The man was stressed, he was afraid that the Geisha would leave him. And the marriage will fail again.

"Sorry, Mas. Yesterday I took the jar wrong," replied Geisha slowly. With his head slightly bowed, keep following Gentala. Yesterday when Genta wanted to go to the hospital. Geisha intended to make tea, but instead of pouring sugar, he poured salt. The clapper that was being hit by dizziness, was getting windy.

"I don't want to go to bed." The bell enters the bathroom.

"Is he still angry with me? Because I've irritated him a lot from yesterday." Inner Geisha. She chose to open the closet, take her husband's sleeping pajamas and a towel. The geisha sat on the lip of the bed waiting until Genta finished cleaning himself.

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No longer heard the air shower from inside, the Geisha then approached the door leaf. "This is the towel" he said.

The bathroom door opened and Genta's hand poked out looking for a towel, Geisha thrust it away immediately. She stood there, waiting for her husband to come out.

"Mas, this ..." Geisha's tenderness so sliced the genta who was in a stir. Genta stared at the pajamas that were being thrust by his wife to him.

"I don't like those pajamas, it's hot!" sentak Genta intentionally.

He could not bear the feeling when he saw the Geisha's face looking down sad. The reason, Geisha knows that the pajamas he chose were his favorite pajamas and often used.

The geisha were more convinced, Gentala was sick of seeing it. Only then did he know that no marriage in this world would always be beautiful and happy. Sometimes there will be bitter and pain that hit alternately.

"Which one would you like? Let me get it," the Geisha replied. The woman remained patient, she had to fight to restore her husband's mood to her again.

Genta came to the closet, his hand outstretched past the head of the Geisha. Pajamas he wanted to wear without a word. The geisha looked at the man she had married seven days ago.

"Have you prayed Isha?" The geisha sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Genta's thigh. The man was already lying down with the blanket covering his chest.

Genta shook his head, still forcing eyes to close. "Now that's it, Mas. Pray first, yuk," said Geisha. She clasped her husband's hand, but the man brushed aside.

Geisha that has always been treated sweetly by Mother and Father and family, as if shocked to get the arrogance of Genta. And the woman was crying too.

"What else is wrong, my friend? Why are you changing like this?"

"You're noisy! I'm going to sleep!" genta wanted to pull the Geisha into his chest, hug and kiss him. But, if you imagine the words of the doctor a few hours ago, make his chest crumble.

He was forbidden to have sex with his wife for at least three months. Doctor Gilang said, Genta not only needs medical treatment, but he also needs treatment in terms of religion. Doctor Gilang suggested that Genta follow the pesantren, to strengthen the faith first.

Gentala wants to return the Geisha to Father and Mother for a while. But he was confused in what way. It's impossible three months to get married without touching the woman.

The bell sits. He looked at the Geisha with sharp eyes. "Well, if I'm not being diligent now, what do you want? Regret marrying me?" his challenge.

Geisha stroking chest. "Astaghfirullah, Mom. How the hell is that? I never regretted, I was happily married to you. But I also want us to be married until Jannah, Mas. I'd like to see you there again" her great-grandson said.

Gentala pressed a suffocating breath on the chest. He prayed, trying to pray. The pain still did not disappear. So why raise a hand to the Almighty? If what he asks is not granted, Genta thought at this time. A very small mind for him. Not all requests will be immediately accepted.

"Here eat the nasgornya. I'm going to bed! Watch out tomorrow if you get maag, because you're late for a meal!" genta Ancam. Behind the confusion, there is a sense of attention. And the Geisha caught it. She had tears, smiled again.

"What's the pep again, huh? I'm done with my period, Mas. If you want now, I'm ready." Geisha start unbuttoning sleeping pajamas. Gentala turned her head and glared as the Geisha cleavage was almost visible.

"CLOSED!" jolt her.

Geisha grinning forehead. "Well why, Mom? I know what makes you angry like this because until now, I haven't given you your rights, have I? Come on now, Mas. I'm ready" said Geisha. The twinkle of his eyes again appeared, suppressing the cloudiness that had since fallen over.

Gentala brushed off the hands of Geisha who increasingly wanted to unbutton his pajamas. He closed down, he did not want to see a Geisha already here, even though he wanted it very much.

Back then with his ex-wife, he could do without thinking long. But, with a Geisha. I don't know why he didn't. He was afraid of losing this good woman. Not wanting to make a geisha disabled. His wife still had to come to campus to koas. What do people say later, if his face turns bruised?

Geisha keep forcing. He even raised his face to scoop Genta's lips. He kissed the man with an amateur kiss.

Genta forcibly removed. "Why, Mas? Why won't you? Does my mouth smell?" ask Geisha in panic. "If so, I brush my teeth first, yes," he said plainly. Geisha rushed up to the bathroom. But, his steps are exposed when Genta drops Geisha's suitcase from the top of the closet. He put his wife's clothes inside.

"Loh, Mum. How are my clothes put here? Why, Mas?" sergeant Geisha.

Gentala. He kept all his clothes without exception. "You want to go home with me?" geisha's premonition is already in that direction. She cried, holding her husband's hand to stop.

"Yes," replied Genta flatly. He's holding a geisha's hand. Although the woman staggered slightly back, Genta was silent, he was forced not to care.

"But why, Mom? What's wrong?" Geisha sobbing. She crouched at the feet of her husband. Begging for mercy not to be returned.

"Don't embarrass me, Mom. We've only been married seven days. What did my family say, later? Just tell me what's wrong, Mom. If I pissed you off since yesterday, I'm sorry. I promise I won't repeat it." Please Geisha, he is very compassionate, degrading his pride.

"Quick change!" genta Titah.

"No!" The geisha got up, she stood looking at her husband. More precisely to challenge the man. "Why do you want to go home with me? Has your love been fooling around all this time?" it was as if the rope of patience broke in his mind. Finally the Geisha was emotionally disturbed. He cursed Genta.

Genta threw his sharp gaze away, he replaced it with a fondness. "Because I love you, Sha. I don't want you to get sick." Clear water swarmed in his eye sockets.

"What do you mean, Mom?" Geisha are pressing. "I'll why? ANSWER ME!" Geisha at her husband's.

Genta wanted to answer, but his tongue was stuck. He chose to swipe the suitcase while pulling the Geisha's hand to come out of the room.

Geisha crying again. He wanted to take Genta's hand out of his, but the man's energy was strong.

"Please don't give me back." she asked again.

Genta was crying. Why is the weight of the ordeal being given to him? He continued to hold the Geisha until the Geisha bit Genta's hand so that the man would take it off. Because their steps will reach the main door. What a crazy Gentala, what will he say later to Father and Mother.

Feeling sick from being bitten, the man groaned. The geisha retreated and ran back into the room. Gentala chased after his wife with a look of emotion.

The geisha crawled onto the bed, she hugged the bolster, drowning her face in the pillow. "Forget, Mas. I just don't want to go home" just like the kid that's being held hostage.

"You ready to get sick, Sha?" ask Genta to the point. The man's breathing was a mess. Seeing a couple in pain, excites him greatly. Libido Genta rises, it seems lost sense to want to be patient.

Geisha gnashing eyes. "What do you mean, gi-gimana, Mas?" ask her stammering.

The clapper pulls the bolts that the Geisha is hugging. He pulls the Geisha's body to rest, Gentala crawls up and restrains his wife.

"I'm sick, Sha. Would you accept it?" that sharp gaze made the Geisha even more frightened. Both arms of Geisha, Genta clutch.

"You're sick ap---?" not yet answered. Gentala first slapped the Geisha upside down, fondling the woman with brutal gestures. His left hand went down to press his wife's inner thighs.

"SERVE ME!"

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