You are Like My Surg

Don't Show Pain!

Many times the Geisha rubbed the sweat that clustered on her husband's forehead. He whispered the words istighfar "Astaghfirullah, alladzi la ilaha illa huwal hayyul qayyumu wa atuubu ilaih. “I ask Allah for forgiveness, a Deity that has no god but Him. The Living One is Standing Alone. And I repent to Him.” in the ear of Gentala.

The man was lying on his back, both eyes closed with both hands fused in front of his chest. To make Genta more relaxed, Geisha who sat on the chair next to the bed, gently stroked his hand. "You can, honey ...." Geisha continued to cheer, while he saw the look on Genta's face like an uncomfortable person.

Since then Genta continues to mutter but is not clear. His head turned to and fro and the Geisha would fix its position to static.

Dr. Gilang is giving psychotherapy to Genta with a soothing speech network. "Put the shadow, and face it, Doc" said Doctor Gilang.

The dark shadow in the past about the fights of parents, himself who was always beaten and cursed, and his sadism treatment to wives, reappeared.

"Gurghhh!" Genta hysterical. Can Geisha feel both hands Genta hardened. The man endured the pain in the heart and could not be accommodated by the body.

"You can, dear .. you can," said Geisha continuously. Geisha closed her eyes to pray for her husband. "O Allah, please heal the husband of the servant" he asked.

Because the head is constantly moving, making headphones that are still perched in the ear, a little saggy. Doctor Gilang put back and continued to give stimulation from his words.

"I hate! Hate you!" the call finally came out.

"Come, get it out, Doc!" doctor Gilang.

The geisha, whose cheeks were soaked with sweat and tears, looked at her husband. He rubbed the wet hair around the forehead, he kissed the man's cheek. He resigned himself to take care of and care for Genta until healed.

"Through that shadow, go through it, and start accepting it sincerely," said the Doctor.

In the blink of an eye, the man shook his head with his hands clenched tightly, the Geisha grimaced as his hands locked.

And.

The man was hysterical as he sat up from the bed, he threw emotion at the headphones he threw on the floor.

"Oh Allah, Mas ..," Geisha reached into the bag and grabbed the bottle for her to thrust into Genta's lips. "Drink, baby ...."

Genta nodded and sipped mineral water from inside the bottle. The geisha gently rubbed his back and chest together, feeling once the man's body trembled in fear.

Genta hugs Geisha in bed. "I'm still difficult, Sha," he said with a frustrated look.

"Udah is nothing. None of it is instant, it definitely needs a process," replied the Geisha.

Genta unraveled the crib and looked at his wife. "But I'm definitely cured, right?" it is not he who believes, but he asks.

"Doctors who should be sure. Must be able to fight. Do not lose to the person who has been colonizing the Doctor for years," Doctor Gilang interjected. He sat back in his chair to write the recipe.

Hearing that, Genta lowered his head. Exhaling weakly, he felt hopeless because he had so far done therapy, but there was no progress to heal.

The geisha pulls the chin of the husband up, so that the man looks up at him. The geisha gave a sweet smile and a spotlight of trust, so that her husband could rise. Then he kisses the eyelids of the Genta which soon clear water will spill, shed on the cheeks.

"There is a God who is Healer. God is more powerful than anything. The doctor is just an intermediary, Mas. It is still God who helps. We seduce God again, we take his heart again."

The light that had dimmed from the lightning of Genta's eyes, was again visible. "Teach me, Sha. To take God's heart."

"Definitely, Honey. Sure is!"

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Today this man is spoiled. Just wanna tangle under his wife's armpits. He did not dare to drive the car. After returning from the Hospital, Gentala was left to rest until his body felt weak again energized.

He rubs and rubs the eyelids, until the drowsiness fog that is still perched can be completely lost.

Lowering his gaze then linking an eyebrow. The shirt he wore when he went to the Hospital, Geisha had replaced it with a home shirt. "Darling ..." he muttered happily.

And when he got up from the bed looking for a Geisha who was not in the room, he was stunned again. There are several suitcases that are open, and several layers of clothes are next to the object, such as wanted in order and input into it.

The Genta's raut instantly went out. "Sha ..." he called his wife as he stepped out of the room into the kitchen, because he felt a good smell coming from there.

Geisha who was putting the vegetable soup into the pot, then turned and smiled to find his love just woke up.

"Why awake? Sleep again, later if the cooking is ripe I wake up," he replied. The gentala who had arrived before him, then dipped and hugged the spoiled from the side.

"I want to help you cook" she replied.

"Fear, yes, what I'm entering cardamom again isn't pepper?" Geisha chuckles.

Gentala laughed too. "It's nothing, it's. The important thing is not the wipol dripped." he kissed again the cheek of his wife who laughed again. "I'm thirsty, dear ...," the spoiled great-grandson of Gentala.

The refrigerator was very close to their position, and the Geisha did not allow the man to take it himself. She knew her husband was spoiled. Geisha walked to the refrigerator while holding Genta who did not want to remove his body at all.

Geisha poured the packaged orange juice into a glass to enjoy her husband.

"Do I have to go now?"

Geisha. "Not now, Mom. But tomorrow morning," he replied.

"I also find it difficult to let you go there, Mas. But, how else? We have to try this."

Geisha knew, Gentala briefly shook his head. He can feel that movement.

"But it's hard."

"You can, Mom. I'll miss you too, but for you. I must accept for us to be far apart first" replied the Geisha in a very soft tone.

Genta is acting like a toddler. "Later, yeah, baby, I'll go. I want to spend time with you first. I promise I will definitely go 'kok, '" he said. He kissed again Geisha cheeks from the side, continue to influence his wife to want to melt.

And.

Geisha remained firm. "No! Anyway tomorrow morning we have to go to the lake. You should be there, get some medicine!"

Genta could only sigh softly, sad and troubled. He was lazy to answer. He broke it and chose to leave his wife to return to the room.

"Mas ...," exclaimed Geisha. The one who was called did not answer. The geisha could only shake his head faintly looking at Genta who since yesterday was stirred and changed. Geisha understood, and he was heavy.

But, how else? If the medical road alone is difficult, then Genta must be coupled with medication path kebatinan. The geisha will enter Genta into a boarding school, to follow the healing sequence that exists in the ponpes specifically for people like Genta.

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Two suitcases have been completed Geisha tata with clothes belonging to her husband. The equipment that Genta needs is neat and ready to be brought tomorrow. During lunch until this second, the man was silent. He chose to lie in bed without doing anything.

"I pray there are still many wrong moves, Sha. How's it going to be there?" finally the man opened his voice. He is still determined to say, if he is not ready to go to the ponpes tomorrow. "I promise I won't touch you first" she said.

Geisha turned his head, he looked at Genta who was lying on his back, staring at the window of the room whose curtain cloth was swaying due to the wind from outside. Geisha rushed to him, closed the window tightly and locked it, because the afternoon was very cold. She did not want her husband to get sick from the cold.

Geisha sitting on the edge of the bed, she rubbed the cheek of her husband who was struggling. Receiving tenderness from the wife's hand, made Genta close his eyes. He held the Geisha's fist and placed it on his chest.

"If not tomorrow, when again? Hem ... gini aja, deh." Genta's eyelids open when he heard while other options will be spoken from the lips ranum Geisha.

"I'll try to find lodging or small houses that I can rent while there." not so smile, Genta thunts again.

"Sama aja dong can not be bobo with you," said Genta. Because of the series of activities, Genta's schedule will be solid. In the middle of the night he had to get up to take a bath, pray at night and have a break.

Geisha smile. "I don't think I'm there. Lunch can be like me" she said.

Genta still gave a wry smile. Although in his heart he really wants to heal, but why does it feel difficult like this?

"Hem .. but right, you have to koas, Sha. How do you come with me?" remembering that is why Genta attacked. Geisha face-to-face concentrated her husband, she got the purity of love from the man. So for her husband, Geisha is determined to interrupt her dream to quickly become a Doctor.

"I have completed all the tasks, according to the expectations of the guidance doctor and the campus. I'm getting compensation for the holiday" Geisha said. Without Genta knowing and asking permission from him, the wife had indeed told the campus administration, if he would take leave.

Genta smiled, he took his wife's nose. "Smart, yes, now," Genta tease. The smile that had been lost since then returned.

Then the fingers of Genta down to the lips area, he looked at the Geisha with a gaze full of longing. As if knowing this man needed his rights, the Geisha who was ready to give even though she knew, she would be tortured again, volunteered.

"Want to?"

Genta. He lowered his fingers from the lips of the Geisha. "I don't want to make you sick" he replied.

"Try slowly, Mas. How's it?"

Genta remained shaken. "No way!" he chose to close his eyes behind the bolster that he was hugging.

"Aren't you going?" ask Geisha in an unusual tone. His very seductive voice can make Genta again look at himself. And the man was stunned, as the Geisha was taking off her clothes.

The sound of saliva being pushed into the esophagus is very obvious from Genta. The virgin taste and pleasure of the Geisha body is still remembered and imagined. The man's breath was hunting, on the lips he said no. But, in his heart and body, it doesn't seem.

Gentala sat down. He looked at his wife clinging to what is now only external but still using internal. "Are you sure, Sha? Can I ask you?"

Geisha nodded. "It's my duty, ma'am," he replied steadily.

Blowing breathing that began irregularly, because the pounding of the heart was strong and the core continued to pulsate, staring at the Geisha with all the beauty of his body, making Genta unable to hold back.

Both hands curled back, removing the hook lace fabric cover chunks of syntax belonging to the wife. The clapper is more longing, when the base of the chest is plastered in front of the eyes. Kenyall and thick.

"I love you, dear ...," he said, laying down the Geisha. The geisha closed her eyes and nodded, trying to repel the fear that returned. He must remember Kahla's words. "Don't show pain! No, Sha!"

The geisha squeezed the sheets, as the slow snort of breath she had felt from Genta had turned violent. The man's libido sadism had already appeared.

He grimaced, until he bit his lower lip, when the pain he had felt in the curves of his body. "Please strengthen the servant, O Allah ..." pray in your heart.

Can a geisha survive to not groan in pain?

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