You are Like My Surg

Return unto me.

"Can I stay overnight, sir? Until I found a rental house around ponpes?"

"Sleeping is not allowed. If you lie down for two hours. We will allow. Count to unwind."

Because his request was not granted. What you can do, Geisha can only lie in this room which only measures 3x3 meters. The room that her husband will occupy for two months in this ponpes.

There is one bed that is quite occupied by one person, cabinets, tables and fans. There is no tivi for the entertainer and of course there should be no device. Genta's wire is held by Gus Rumi. Genta will be allowed to call Geisha or anyone else after Ba'da Isya.

It's been imagined how gray Genta lives for the next two months.

Geisha tilting the body, leaning against the wall. So that they both fit in this bed. The woman continued to gently rub Genta's body, while in the middle of menina bobokan.

Geisha look at the face of her husband, and repeatedly kissed dear. There were tears in the corner of the man's eyes. Gus Rumi asked Genta to rest first, until ten minutes before Ashar's Adhan echoed.

"I want to heal, Sha. But, I can't if there's no you."

A strand of words ringing in the head of the Geisha, when her husband was about to close his eyes. Nor is it heart. He also does not like to live alone. Although looking for costs around here also feels free. Because, Genta should not just be visited or himself who came out of ponpes.

Want to live in the house of Mother and Father also feels impossible. The wound on his face would make both of the Geisha's parents inflamed.

Not to mention, in five days, Ginka is getting married. He was still confused as to what reason not to come. Want to scream sad, why this loot would not be able to go to the wedding of his own sister. His family will be inflamed.

Only Genta is able to make the life of a Geisha so turned upside down like this.

"Sha ...."

"Hem?" Geisha answered gently her husband's murmur accompanied by a smooth snoring. As if in the middle of a nightmare, Genta thrust his hand in the stomach of the wife. Flood sweat and Geisha wipe with her hands and blow from her lips towards Genta's face.

"Sst ..." trying to calm her husband down. Clutching more tightly. "Quiet, baby. Calm. Live all this chest field. As I accept you for who you are ..." The glasses in the eyeballs of Geisha are again visible.

"I can't be weak! I must be strong! Got to!" Geisha waving a spirit flag inside. She was tidying her tears.

The clapper that did not look very good. Now, it's starting to calm down. He unraveled the Geisha's arms without opening his eyes, turning his back to his wife. If Genta has hugged the bolster, it means that he has fallen asleep.

The geisha hurried, slowly stepping over her husband's body to get off this narrow bed. He wanted to fix the clothes of Genta from the suitcase, to be neatly arranged in the closet. Even if he knew, the order of his hand would not be as weepy as Gentala.

"If you miss me, you can look at this photo, Mas." Geisha put their wedding photos on the table next to the flower vase. Because after Geisha's departure from these ponpes. Gentala can only enjoy the shadow of the wife without being able to be intimate like yesterday.

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"SHA!!" yelling Genta, not Geisha gubris. The man continued to shout calling his name from the third floor, while chasing the Geisha who continued to widen the steps to get out of the ponpes yard towards the car. The geisha went away while Genta was asleep. If he stays in a state of conscious Genta, the man will definitely whine and he will not have the heart.

"DANISHA!!!"

The sound grew louder, making the Geisha from behind her veil turn her head. He waved at Gentala as a sign of separation.

Clear water re-fertilizes in the petals. As she saw her husband's footsteps halted in the middle of the ponpes courtyard. Because the gate was immediately closed by the guards. Geisha crying, bowing their heads. Scratch the veil cloth on the chest, suppressing the tightness that he was difficult to endure.

"Yes Allah. Please strengthen me ... strengthen me!" and he couldn't hold back his tears. He was crouching next to the body of the car. Drown his head on his knees. Crying sobbing.

"Darling ...." Genta seraya little santri who died his parents. He stood inside the gate, extending his hand from the sidelines of the fence.

"Don't go, Sha."

Geisha stood up. He did not want to ignore the man. Stepping quickly into the car. As much as closing his ears, when Genta again called out his name.

"I'm saying goodbye, baby. Take good care of yourself. Quickly healed," he continued to drive a car leaving this city to return home to Jakarta.

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"What?" dad's usually shady voice, now, rising. Makes the heart of a geisha beat.

"Where the hell are you, Sha. Your sister's Sunday is a wedding. Why go on a honeymoon?" I was disappointed on the phone. There was the sound of Mother's voice while calming the Father. Geisha just stare confused, is this really the right reason for him?

Uniforms have been sewing Geisha from far away and can only be seen without being able to wear, take pictures with Ginka and his extended family.

"I'm sorry, yeah," replied the Geisha slowly.

After Isya's prayer, Geisha kept in touch with Dad, arguing that he could not attend Ginka's wedding because he was on his honeymoon with Genta in Switzerland. Not knowing them, Genta and Geisha are sick.

"Nope ...." Mother took the device from Father's hand. "You don't joke, Sha. Your sister will cry if she knows her brother is not coming. Bisma alone until martial-belain returned first from Papua. You can't, son."

Mother's soft voice, made the clear well in her eyes pop out again. If he could, he wanted to tell me the truth. But this is the disgrace of her husband. The aunt too. Husband wife if fighting, maybe it will be good soon. But, old man? When he saw his son being hurt by his son-in-law. Sympathetic will be eroded. Although the reason Genta was sick, but he still stuck.

"Sorry, yes, Bun. Please tell Ginka. Say sorry to him."

Tut's.

Geisha phone connection shut down. Hurry to deactivate the phone so that Mother no longer calls herself.

Hicks .. hiks.

Geisha wept alone in this room. He looked at the side, where there was no trace of Genta occupying this bed. He misses the man, wants to hug to shed his uneasiness.

"What is it, huh, Mas Genta?" ask her without calling. The geisha still did not want to hear the man's voice. He was sure, Genta would definitely whine for home. He was afraid of himself, and picked up the man right now.

On here. Under the dark sky. Genta was sitting in the park after performing Isya prayers. Several times he contacted the Geisha, but his woman's cell phone across the street was inactive. Genta felt agitated, worried and anxious to leave the Geisha alone at home.

Because Genta can't teach. Then he will be combed to be able to know the verses of the Quran, at least pass Iqra six or memorize short surahs on Juz Amma. Not to mention, at two in the morning. He will be awakened to bathe and pray at night and recite until dawn. After that, you cannot sleep. Return to recitation until the time of Duha.

Dogen's activities will be very tight.

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The fourth night without a geisha. Same with Gentala. The couple who should have been feeling the good times of marriage, even separated. Just by looking at the same star, it was as if they were communicating.

Every bada Isya. Geisha would always call her husband there. Ask if there is a difference?

"I still can't pray well. Njai could not. So, my schedule here is really tight, honey. When did you come here? I miss you. Hugging driver, peeper--"

"Mas Genta, it's over his phone time. Gus Rumi asked for the phone to be returned" Hasan said. The son of the santri Gus Rumi.

"Fifteen minutes, yeah. Or later I give you money. If my wife comes here, I promise I'll pay you. Now I don't have the money" Genta seduced Hasan. Geisha could clearly hear Genta's conversation with Hasan there.

"Mas ... Mas ...," exclaimed Geisha so that Genta again listened to his words. "I'm sleepy. I slept first, yeah. You sleep too. Wassalammualaikum, Mas ..." Geisha's spring severed that connection. He must be able to be firm to respond to the attitude of Genta who seems not yet comfortable there. Because in every conversation they feel narrow, Genta will whine ask to be seen and last ask to be picked up.

Geisha looking at the roof of the room. While looking at the face of her husband where the man complained that he had dropped four kilos because he did not need to eat during the ponpes.

"Patience first, yes, Mas. If you want to heal it is like this. Must taste the bitter medicine first," he murmured himself. Then he lowered his eyes to stare at the long robe and hijab and veil is already a neat Geisha on the sofa. He'll wear that shirt tomorrow at Ginka's wedding. He will be disguised as an invited guest.

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Weak steps into the hotel ballroom. A place where the Little Sister will give up her single life. He wanted to come here not to disguise himself, but as a big brother who would take Ginka to sit at the board table.

Geisha deactivated her phone today. He knew, all the big families would definitely look for his whereabouts. With Eldy. Which last night the man sent a message in, if he misses the Geisha.

Geisha stepped towards the reception desk. There were already Aurora and Attaya, the children of her Om.

"Please, Ma'am ..." These female cousins allowed the Geisha to sign in the guestbook and get a coupon for the gift. Long enough Geisha silent with a pen that is still in the clapper of his finger. Making Rora and Taya raise confused eyebrows.

"Mr?" Taya asked, what's wrong with this veiled woman. Geisha looked at the two of them. And when Rora looks serious about the eyeballs of Geisha. Geisha first cut off eye contact, he did not want to be recognized. Quickly, put an autograph and he wrote it with the name Dias in this guest book.

The geisha simply gave both hands fused in front of the chest as an expression of gratitude. It can't be a sound. Rora and Taya must have recognized him.

"Like, Sister Geisha, yes," Rora told her sister. "Similar to time, Brother," Taya replied casually.

That slow whisper could still be caught by the Geisha as she stepped again to go inside. He must be careful to keep his eyes on him, afraid that anyone will recognize him. The bruises on his face have not completely disappeared. His teeth still felt dull. And Genta is still in ponpes. There was no way he would come with such a miserable state.

Just now his footsteps were about to land past the threshold of the ballroom door. His hand was immediately forced. He shook his chest as if he were seeing a ghost.

"Mass?" the cry of not believing. Why this man knows himself.

"Oh my God, help me ...." Geisha.

"Follow me, Sha!" the man took the Geisha away from the ballroom with long strides.

"Please, Mom! I'm a man's wife!" Geisha brushed off Andre's hand while forcibly holding towards the park. And here they are.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Geisha Eyebrow. "Loh why? These are the clothes that God likes best--"

Andre interrupted with a tickled hiss. "Just to play the drama, to keep your husband safe?" Andre pulled the veil from the Geisha's face. And he was not shocked anymore by what he saw from the face of the woman he still liked to this day.

"Back to me, Sha. Leave Genta. He's just gonna hurt you. Genta will never be able to change" implored Andre. He could not bear to see the state of the Geisha's face. And increasingly suffered, when he saw there was a wire splin still coiled in the teeth of the geisha.

"Receive your medicine, I'm sincere, Sha," he said.

"Mas, enough. Don't judge my husband like you're a saint. Now Mas Genta is in the boarding house. I'm sure in a minute, Mas Genta, it'll heal!"

Andre shook his head. He doesn't like to hear that. Yesterday when Genta apologized, it was as if Andre had forgiven and let go. But now, seeing the state of Geisha like this. He feels so hurt. He wanted to take this woman again. Keep the mind to not be disturbed.

"If you still cover this up from your parents. I'll tell you!"

Geisha sharpened her eyes towards Andre. And the clear mist again decorated his eyes. Andre tried to take his eyes off. The thing that makes him unable is when he sees a woman crying in front of him.

"I know, I hurt you once. Until now, you may not be able to forgive. But, please, Mas. Don't pay back your fine now. Let me enjoy Ginka's wedding path my way."

"For him? Can you hurt your sister and your family? Letting people blaspheme because you don't think you love Ginka?"

"I don't need people's opinions! My sister won't get hurt. I am here and praying for it. Inner contact between us must have been created. May you always be healthy, my friend. I'm sorry."

Andre let out a long sigh, rubbing a rough face. He gazed at the Geisha's departure with a head of disbelief.

"Is that how much you love Genta, Sha?" andre's sad look was also. Unable to hold back the upset, the man shouted to spill his disappointment.

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...until we meet the next week of the ''s 'round...

patience, yes. You guys are strong🤍