You are Like My Surg

Stay Loyal

Geisha collapses on Genta's chest, as she manages to get the release she wants from the very beginning of the marriage. Genta's core remained tense due to the forced friction the wife gave him, although in lava spraying, Genta felt ordinary.

The release he released, was not as wise as usual. When he hits or hits a geisha. In the middle of the journey, Genta seemed to be back suspecting. His body shrieked, asking to be released the hooks that were on his hands and feet. He wanted to scratch the body of the Geisha who was dancing on top of him.

"Enak, honey?" ask Genta softly. The duct tape that stretched out in her mouth was already open Geisha. With a bond on his wrist. He rubbed the sweat on his wife's back.

The geisha who was still limp, nodded weakly. She spread her head over her chest and held both hands around her husband's neck as a pedestal of despair.

"Sorry, yeah. I can't quite satisfy you yet" Genta said softly.

The geisha plays the earlobe of Genta while shaking. "So here I am happy. I finally can. Sorry to tie you up. I just want to help you get used to not being violent. I also want to get pregnant as soon as possible. It's like if I don't enjoy this release, I'm gonna have a hard time getting pregnant."

Genta nodded flatly. Keeping the secret ripples seemed to be extremely stifling to the chest.

"If you're happy like this, I don't mind being tied up."

Geisha laughing. "Really, Mas?"

"Until I'm healed, I can control myself." the taste he'll get, won't be the same as usual. It's not what he thinks, the important thing is that Geisha are happy. No longer feel pain. He will sacrifice himself, as the woman did.

"Maas ...."

"Hem?" genta's fingers were busy playing the messy Geisha hair.

"You want to have children, how many, Mom?"

Again the light on Genta's face just disappeared. Why do the children continue to be discussed by Geisha? The clapper seemed to be stuck further and further in the sins he made.

Should he give up on the situation? Recovering his reproductive organs? Reconnecting the sperm ducts as it was before.

"How much is the same as Allah, Sha." he sprinkled a kiss on the hair of his wife who was wet with sweat.

"I want five of my family's wealth or seven of my Om and Tante."

Genta gulps. One time when his first child in Kahla's birth, he even hurt the woman. Make their children tell them not to be left alone. And now, with a geisha. Can he be sane?

This guy's trying to keep a tight. He nodded in agreement. "Whatever as long as you are strong enough to give birth to them all."

"I'll always be strong, Mom. I want to give a lot of heart to you," he said passionately. "We go honeymoon, yuk, Mas. Leave this house for a while. Afraid that my family might come looking for us. Your leave is also long ...."

"I'll obey. The important thing is that you're happy" replied Genta.

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Early in the morning Geisha and Genta suddenly flew to Gili Trawangan, one of the largest islands in West Nusa Tenggara. Genta has promised, whatever Geisha wants he will fulfill. One of them is on vacation to this place. Although the real reason is: to stay away from the extended family of the two of them.

Bring enough clothes. The rest will be bought there. Contact the resort to prepare all their needs during the stay and pick up arrivals at the airport.

"Your money won't run out, will it, Mom, if we stay there for a month?"

Gentala. "If you're finished. I'm ready to work, fish like a fisherman there."

Geisha patted her husband's shoulder slowly, then hugged the arm back and pampered. Can Genta feel. The wife changes when she gets release. Want his nempel keep kayaking the same envelope stamps.

"If such as our plane crashes, keep---"

The geisha pulled the Jambang Genta until the man screeched. He glared his eyes and clucked from behind the veil. "If you like not to be thought of! We're on the plane again. Altitudes of thousands of feet. If you really fall, do you want to die now? Split with me?"

Genta laughs. He covered the lips of his wife who continued to grumble like a goose. "Amit-amit if we separate. Don't want me" replied Genta. He chose to embrace Geisha like an toddler, although there was a barrier in their seats that made it difficult for them to embrace.

"Eat him your mouth don't just talk. Prayer tau!"

Gentala just laughed.

"My arm dong, Mas."

Genta squinted his forehead. "Later I was suspected of being a pedophile, Sha. My little boy," replied Genta with rascality.

Genta's mature face, and the small Geisha with a very baby face, has made themselves a stunning look in the airport area. Think people, Father is his Son.

The geisha returns to the arms of the husband. Hugging it from the side, as if not wanting to miss out at all.

"At any time to enter Dzuhur time, Mas."

"His Wudhu?" genta asked confusedly.

"We're tayamum, Mas."

"Tajamon? What do you wear?"

"Tayamum is a way of ablution without water, Mas. Because we're on a plane now. It is not possible for ablution in the bathroom. We can use dust or other clean and holy surfaces of the earth. Amazingly the religion of Islam, does not make it difficult for us as slaves to keep praying even in a pinch. For example, we are now allowed to sit during prayer. Or in sick people, can pray just by lying down."

Gentala nodded her head beginning to understand.

Back Geisha tilts the circular watch on her arm. The time of Dzuhur has really come. He opened the bag and took out a beginner prayer manual that Gentala had been using. However, he was only able to memorize Al-Fatihah, the rest have not. Put the book in her husband's lap. "We're ready to roast, ma'am."

"Yes, Sha."

Gentala follows a geisha who places her hands behind the passenger seat. "Follow my reading, Mas. Nawaitut tayamumma li ittibahtis shalati lillahi ta'ala." Geisha and Genta simultaneously speak tayamum's intentions. Clap their hands on the back of the chair, then rub into the face as the first part. And until the end Gentala followed him.

They both began to pray fervently. Even though the situation on the plane was a little noisy.

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Rent one of the low flowers or a one-story house with a straw roof that stretches wide in an ocean resort surrounded by turquoise lagoons and beautiful green gardens, quite famous in Gili Trawangan for a one month stay plan.

In one block there are eight low flowers which are only ten meters away with the beach lips are watery blue and white sand. Blowing cool breeze, making both friends hugged each other in bed.

By Ashar, they had already arrived at this place. The geisha continued to be spoiled, hugging her husband tightly like a lizard on the wall. His fingers rubbed Genta's chest from behind his shirt. Genta knew his wife wanted him again. This man did not stop teasing the Geisha, putting the woman to shame.

"You, huh?"

Geisha laughing. Pick, hide face dredged Genta's neck. Pinched chest hair that grew not much.

"Yes, Mas. Can you?" ask her shyly but willingly.

"But it was a night. I need some energy. I think I should rest. We have not yet prayed Ashar. We pray first, yuk, Mas. That's a shower."

Genta assented with a nod of his head. "I used to go to the bathroom, yeah."

"Yes, baby."

The geisha got up from the bed and passed towards the toilet. Genta waited for his turn, leaning against the back of the bed while playing a game on his phone. Up to where he turned to the side of the pillow next to his, the Geisha device that was yesterday looted by Andre, trembled.

[Gege, we miss. We went to your house. There is no lo. Are you sure you want a college leave? No, Ge. We're deserted]

The clapper of the message he read over and over again without a blink of an eye. The raga is limp. Sick as if he was stepping on a urchin, when he knew he was being tricked by his own wife.

There was disappointment in his heart. He knew the geisha did this for him. But, he did not want if the Geisha continued to sacrifice himself. That woman should have been protected. He cared for and he made a success with the future as a promise he had promised in front of both Geisha parents before marriage.

"Sha!" exciting Genta.

The geisha did not answer because he was ablution.

"Sha!"

"Shaaah!!"

"Shaaahoo!!!"

"Yes, Mas. Don't scream, I hear. What the hell is it?"

Geisha rubbed his wet face after ablution, standing framed by the bathroom door. She knitted a confused eyebrow as her husband stepped closer while carrying his device with a cold look. He sent a message to Lauren, right in front of her eyeballs.

"When have you been on college leave? With whose consent?" geisha's shoulders trembled as Genta unconsciously jerked at her in disappointment.

Geisha tries to calm down. Letting her ablaze, for grasping her husband's hand that felt stiffened, to be carried to the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Don't be angry, Mom. I did all of this there must have been a reason," the Geisha replied in a soft tone.

"What's the reason? Me?"

Geisha nodded. And Genta clucked in annoyance. He threw himself back, lying on his back on the white sheets. Wiping a riled face.

"I'm a useless husband."

Geisha crawling up. Sitting down on the side of the man's body. Lowering the hand of Genta who was scooping his face. "You are very useful. That's why I fight for you, Mom."

"But you sacrificed yourself, Sha. You stopped koas because of me!" Gentala hit the empty side on her right. He felt angry and regretful.

"If you ask me to quit college. Not working. Just at home take care of you and the kids. Insha Allah I will do, if you are a fool. You are sick again. I want to study religion too. If I go to college. It's gonna be keteter, Mas. I won't be able to handle you painstakingly. It won't focus. Also, I won't be able to cover up these wounds on my face."

Genta. He sat down as his wife. "What if I don't heal? How's it?" tanyanya fidgeting. He looked at the Geisha with a sad look.

"Quiet, Honey. Calm. You must be healed. Sure. I am sure. You have a self, you don't believe."

Gentala took a deep breath and held it long. Fear of coming back. He could only be silent, not strong to say even though he only wanted to make his daksa relieved.

"You must pray hard. Let your mental illness go quickly. We ask God for both."

Genta nodded flatly. He kissed the Geisha's forehead and he took the woman into his chest. "You're special, Sha. Very valuable. Please don't leave me, if this is what we want, it's not that fast."

Geisha unravelling deck. She kissed her husband's cheeks alternately from right and left.

"No problem, Mom. I'm staying faithfully waiting."

Genta hugged the wife again until the Geisha looked crowded. Hit Genta's chest softly to release. "I'm going to take wudhu again. That's you, yeah."

"Yes, honey." Genta replied with a smile.

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"Geisha?" muttered Avika who accidentally saw the woman was sitting in the sand yard of the beach in the morning. Enjoying the sun at nine in the morning, it is great for sunbathing.

Geisha routinely wear ointments. On the third day of the resort. The bruises on his face began to be disguised. She became free, revealing her beautiful face without a veil or mask.

Avika who was sunbathing also in sexy clothes with her boyfriend, tried to get down from the beach chair, stepped closer to Geisha who was busy aiming at the sky with a camera.

This woman is standing behind a tree.

"What is he doing here? Isn't Mas Genta in the cabin?"

Avika asks Kahla to confess where the man is. Avika hasn't found Gentala at the Hospital in weeks.

Before Genta's departure to the cottage. The geisha informs Kahla that her ex-husband will be following an inner treatment at the boarding school. While asking for sincere prayers so that the path of healing for Genta is facilitated.

"Suami is sick! Even the holidays here. You holy-ass lady! You're as depraved as I am, Sha!" maki Avika doesn't like it. His face looked at the geisha.

To where, his eyeballs seemed to want to be scattered fell to the ground. A man in a hat hugged her from behind.

Avika smothered her mouth as if in disbelief. "Crazy times, yeah, kid! How dare he cheat! Look out, you, I'm the same, Mas Genta. Let lo get divorced---" just wanted to grab a cell phone from the bag to photograph the Geisha as proof, he was stunned. Because the man who was playing sand with the Geisha, opened his hat.

"Genta Mas? How can?"

Avika's face was red. Clenching his hands disappointed with Kahla's statement that seemed to lie to him.

"Fuck you, Kahla! How dare you lie to me! I swear it was childbirth, you're hard, Kahla!"

I don't know what idea came to his head. The screech-strangled harrumphed, quickly changing with a sly smile full of intrigue.

"You will not be happy. Especially you, Geisha! Genta belongs to me. Got me!" he squeaked sharply and decided to pass from sight, for it was not strong to see the attention that Genta gave to his wife.

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Strong as the conflict, yeah. You can do it, hehe. When is her happy? Must have been her comment. As long as humans are still breathing, trials and trials will always whack. Must be happy really, promise😘😘😘

Thank you for always staying with Gentala and Geisha.