You are Like My Surg

Never Carve a Wound.

The man he always liked even in his lack, was able to crush his heart for the umpteenth time. She embarrassed herself in front of other women, assuming that she was just hallucinating.

Yeah, maybe that's true. The geisha are in a very desperate phase. All the changes he felt in himself he always associated with some of the symptoms of pregnancy in books, the internet or just the science that he can about the symptoms of young pregnancy.

But can the man be patient? Facing his will, like he who continues to be patient facing Genta to the lowest point of the man?

Post-discussion at the Hospital. The geisha no longer spoke warmly to the Gentalas. Sometimes, that's all that matters. Geisha still looked at Genta. Like preparing a practice dress, breakfast or the needs that her husband needs. Gentala was tired of persuading, seducing, explaining what happened a week ago, when she had to accompany Kahla.

Even though it was stabbing. But, the worst. Because this man does not believe that he may be pregnant.

"Have you eaten?" genta asked as soon as the door of the house was opened Geisha. He thrust out a white coat and the Geisha grabbed it. She kissed her husband's hand as usual, when she came home from practice. "Already," he replied briefly and flatly.

Hurry up to the laundry place to put the suit on the laundry bed. Then opened the refrigerator, grabbed a cup of cold sweet tea that he had made as usual, he put it on the guest table.

"The tea, Mas," said Geisha. The clapper that was leaning on the sofa was resting its body, nodding. "Thank you, baby ...."

The geisha did not sit next to him as usual. Massaging or asking if many patients today, after the man hurt his heart.

"Sha?" call Genta after sipping his tea water. The geisha returned to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

"Hem?"

"Eating out?"

Geisha. "I've cooked. If you don't want to eat my food, it's okay. You can buy it outside" he said.

Genta sighed, that's not what he meant. He just wants to take his wife's heart that has been broken and torn thanks to his words. Genta felt not entirely wrong. Geisha are too sensitive.

Genta got up, approached the wife who was removing fried chicken and toge from the microwave. He warmed up for a while, to make it more delicious to eat.

"That's good," he praised. He pulled a chair to sit down. The geisha just kept quiet, she chose to pour rice and side dishes on the husband's plate.

"Please ...."

"Sha" said Genta. He grabbed the hand of the Geisha who wanted to turn around.

"We haven't had a dinner table in a week. I want to be with you" he asked.

Geisha do not nod, do not refute and do not stare. But she sat down next to her husband.

"Eat, huh?" Genta grabbed a new plate, as she wanted to pour rice, the woman quickly ambushed, "I don't want to, you go first."

Genta took a deep breath. He was getting sick of seeing his wife's behavior. And when you want to take out the junk, the house bell rings. Maybe a sign, so that he can no longer hurt the wife.

"Let me open" said Gentala. The geisha just nodded, sitting quietly in her chair.

The door of the house he opened, Gentala knitted her eyebrows when she saw the figure of the courier with a plastic package standing before her now.

"Sorry, Sir. Is this really the Geisha's mother's house?"

"Right, what's going to go between? From where?" Gentala immediately scattered. The geisha, who could not stand the silence at the dinner table, stepped into the main door. Want to see who comes this afternoon to their home.

"Food delivery, sir. From Maura's mother," the courier replied.

Deg.

Gentala fell in shock when the name of Mother-in-law called. He received the package of food with a thousand questions in his heart.

"Here, Mas." Geisha quickly grabbed the food that he asked himself to make by the Mother. Mother had wanted to deliver, but at home the arrival of guests. So use courier services to send it.

"You asked for it?" ask Genta. Geisha nodded while smelling the scent of macaroni chicken soup that was still wrapped neatly in place.

Geisha faces were delighted to find the food. Raut that Gentala missed this week.

"Why do I need to repotin, Mother? If you want soup, I used to make it. Or order at the restaurant as usual," said Genta.

The geisha looked at Gentala sewot. There is no shade. "I want this food. Cuisine of my own mother. Mother also will not bother, even she is happy to be able to realize the wishes of her child." she quickly walked away from Genta to get back closer to the dining table.

"But I'm ashamed. You're married why are you still repotin, Mommy?"

Geisha stop step. He looked back. Geisha laughing. "Then, if I say I'm craving this food. Are you gonna believe it?"

"Please, Sha. Don't get crazy! You are not pregnant. Don't make it up about cravings. I'm tired of hearing it!"

The face of the Geisha again. His heart was back in the stone. "Then for that I'm not asking you. I take care of my own will! So what are you tired of? Just take care of Kahla and her baby!"

Gentala snorted a rough breath. "You are a child. That's what you're talking about again! I promised not--"

"But what is this? What, Mas?" Geisha offered a mobile phone screen, showing the baby milk shopping receipt, milk for Kahla and other equipment. "I got this receipt in your pants pocket. And the receipt of the purchase of food," said Geisha with tears that finally shed without permission. He photographed the receipt as evidence that he could keep.

"You came to her house, Mas?" this was the language he had wanted to question since yesterday. However, the pain in the heart seemed lazy to start the conversation first.

Gentala stood still. Which man lies to his wife? Even as small as a flea.

"I'm not going to his house. I just sent by courier. Is it natural that I give birth gifts to his son? You also if you have a friend, you must give gifts," replied Genta.

Geisha wiped away tears. I was tired of hearing all the messages from my husband. He quickly entered the room. Lock up tightly and enjoy the soup made by Mother with tears.

Genta also chose to go into another room to lie down. He was very tired of not having the power to seduce a Geisha now. Later on think.

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Hicks .... Hixes.

The geisha sat on the floor, leaning against the wall of the room. Drown the head on both knees. He was crying in a gulp. Withstood the wound and disappointed, no matter how many times.

He throws a picture frame of his and Genta's wedding, scattering the glass debris on the floor and hitting the tip of his thumb. The blood that flows is not ignored. His pain was more painful than the wound on his leg.

Earlier, when the Geisha went to eat with Lauren and Vina to give up longing. At a restaurant near the hospital. Geisha accidentally saw Gentala coming out of the practice with Kahla and her baby. Gentala shaded Kahla so as not to be exposed to heat to get into the car.

"Your husband cheated on you, Sha?" ask Vina.

The gawking geisha was in disbelief, like in a lightning strike, the hijab woman could only cry and leave the place.

And on the way home. Geisha tries to send a message to Genta.

[Where are you, Mom?]

And that message was long answered. Where it finally gets answered. But the man was lying again.

[I'm still practicing. What's up, Sha?]

The lies that Gentala gave increasingly made the Geisha roared unwillingly. The man was getting closer, as if playing with the wife of someone. The geisha would not have consented to driving, if only God had not helped her. He must have died from hitting a tree.

"Bad you, my mother! You must have hurt my heart again! Your love is a joke. You just want my body!" Geisha banged his chest to let out a tightness.

"Mother ... Daddy's! Geisha can't!" his ripples called out the names of his parents. An old figure that he once embarrassed, when he preferred Gentala compared to Andre.

The geisha beat the floor with his fist. His face was wet, his hair was messy, his head hurt because he had been hitting. To where he fell silent, as his eyeballs stared at the calendar.

"Date two eight?" the spring rose, his eyes still bulging in disbelief. His smile began to grow. Because it's a sign he's late for menstruation.

"Why am I so careless. Though from yesterday I've been waiting for the twenty-sixth," he muttered while looking for a testpack in the nightstand drawer.

Step quickly into the bathroom and hold the urine in the cup. His hand shook as he put a thin white rod into it. He waited, looking back at the bathroom wall. Geisha are anxious. He continued to pray with all his heart. Make the result positive.

It's been more than three minutes. He also looked. Her beautiful pitch-black eye beads were wide-eyed. He gawked long with a twitching forehead.

Did ya?

Did ya?

Did ya?

Geisha rubbing eyes. Seeing clearly the results of the testpack that makes his tears come out again.

"Masya Allah Tabarakallah ... Thank God" he said, thankfully with a cry. Geisha fell quietly on the bathroom floor holding a testpack with two very clear red marks.

The geisha came out of the bathroom stroking her stomach. He prostrated himself, kissing the floor of the room to give thanks to God again. He still wants to save his home. Gentala must be happy with this news. It was as if he had forgotten how he had hurt her. Hope has been fulfilled. Genta will definitely focus on thinking about it again.

Wanted to grab a cell phone to call. But not so he did. Geisha chose to wait for Genta to give this good news straight away. Even at the end of her heart, she was still sick with what she saw a few hours ago between her husband and Kahla.

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Geisha try to calm down. Though the device in his hand grip has wanted him to slam since earlier. When Genta did not arrive home. And when the direction of the long needle stopped at the number seven night, the sound of the roar of Genta's car engine coincided into the garage of the house.

As soon as the Geisha got up, his smile returned to decorate. He tried to forget the annoyance, he wanted to talk well with Gentala.

"Have you eaten?" genta's attention never changed. This is what he always asks when he gets home.

"Bel--"

"Sha ...." Gentala interrupted the wife's words. While wanting to open a chat that looks like a burden on the head.

"Why, Mas?" ask the Geisha with a look. What else does this man want to say?

"I want to ask you permission. I want to take Kahla and her baby back to Pontianak. Starting today, Kahla resigned from RS--"

"LIED!" Geisha disconnects Gentala speech that is true to tell the truth.

"I know you just want to be alone with her, don't you, Mom? You want to go back with him? You're being rude, Mom! You think you're the same as me!" The geisha takes out hot lava from its mouth.

Gentala tried to calm down. "Don't just recriminate, Sha---"

"Don't just recriminate, how? Obviously I saw you coming out of the hospital with Kahla and the baby. And when I sent the message, you were still in practice!"

Deg.

Gentala's heart swayed. Like in a samurai skewer when a Geisha learns of a lie that lies in order to guard his wife's heart.

"I had to lie. Because I know you must be angry" he replied.

"Just a crazy wife, Mas. Who's happy to know her husband was caught cheating! Your great sin, my. Take the married woman. What is my lack? WHAT'S?" The geisha beat Genta's chest repeatedly, cursing him roughly, spilling stifled emotions. Though his intention, he wants to share happiness with Genta about their son.

Gentala blocked the Geisha's wrists so that she would stop beating him.

"You misunderstood, Sha. Kahla only came for stitch control and her baby immunization. And say goodbye to me. Because he has submitted a letter of resignation to the hospital. Kahla wants to live in Pontianak with her husband. Her husband is still in the hospital can't pick her up here. Then I want to take him there. I also drove him home, and asked people to take care of the things he would bring to Pontianak" said Genta honestly.

Geisha refused to believe. "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"

"This once, Sha. We'll help Kahla."

Geisha shakes not accept. "I'm not authorizing you, Mom!"

Genta has promised her husband and Kahla. He's taking Kahla tonight on an eleven-night flight. So he went home to tell the truth.

"If you want to. You can come along to deliver," said Genta. This guy is patient. "Kahla doesn't have anyone here anymore, Sha. He was riding a plane alone. Especially after giving birth."

Geisha shakes with hate. "My answer remains one! I'm not authorizing you!"

Genta did not answer. He turned the steps to get back outside the house. Want to go to Kahla's house, get ready to take her to the airport.

"If you really go, Mom. I'm leaving this house!"

"Please ...," replied Genta still stepping back to Geisha.

Deg.

Geisha is like a wave. Even with Gentala who feels stupid, why can say like that even though it is beyond the limits of his desire. He was just upset, because the Geisha could not ignore jealousy to help others.

Feeling upset about not being ignored. The geisha throws a display and hits the back of her husband's head.

Brug.

It fell to the floor, along with droplets of blood dripping.

Geisha gawking scared. He regretted. "Mas ...," he wrote.

Gentala touched his head and found the drops of blood on his open palm. He looked back and looked at the hateful geisha.

"Your brash wife!" Genta pulls Geisha's body and he throws it onto the sofa.

Brug.

"Gee!" Geisha groaned painfully holding the head that accidentally hit the end of the sofa.

Genta impaled Geisha. Overthrowing the woman with a smoldering nap.

"Durrect wife like you needs to be punished!" sentak Genta with a look of sadism that began to appear, because he saw a geisha who groaned pain while holding his head. It certainly provoked a bravery that almost two weeks they had a fight, could not come down.

Sir.

Slap after slap Gentala gave on Geisha's cheek. The man bit his neck, damaging the negligee the Geisha was wearing. Forcibly opening both Geisha thighs until the sound of muscles being pulled.

"Don't, Mas. Forgive ...."

The geisha continued to scream, crying because they did not want to serve Genta in a state of pregnancy. Trying to push the man's chest away. But, Gentala still smelled it rough. Blood dripped on the corner of the Geisha's lips.

Until where the Geisha blinked in shock, when suddenly Gentala danced from above his body to the floor.

"Fuck you, Genta! This is how you treat my son?"

There is Gifali's father who pulls Genta's body to get away from the Son's body. The old man was indeed told by Mother to deliver the frozen Domsum favorite of Geisha. And he did not expect, would get such a disgusting spectacle like this.

Genta's breath was panting staring at Dad. He seemed to have just realized, if he was already floundering.

Geisha hides behind Dad's body. He was also afraid of the Genta brand that felt different tonight. Of course, thanks to him too.

"Sorry, Dad. Not a mean---" Genta immediately hugged Dad's leg, looking up apologetically.

"I'm just his dad. Who took care of it from the baby until the moment where he you married. Never once did he get deformed! The nails are always well-groomed!" Dad shed tears as he looked at the Geisha with a bruise under his eyes and a splash of blood on the corner of his lips.

"Please divorce my son!"

"Dad ..." cried they did not accept. Genta fright. She clings a hug to my leg as she pleads.

"Don't say that, Dad. Genta is sick. He didn't mean to hit me, Dad. Mas Genta would be like this if he wanted me to serve him." inevitably the Geisha had to explain the truth. As if the carcass covered up all this time, it will not last long not to smell. It is also as if Allah has been lamented that the disease of Gentala has to be revealed to be treated directly by the extended family.

"illness?" ask Dad with glaring eyes. He doesn't believe.

"Yes, Dad. Mas Genta is sick."

Dad shakes in disbelief. "Don't cover up your depraved husband's behavior. A good husband won't hurt his wife" Father replied. He turned to look at Gentala. "For twenty-five years I married the Mother Geisha. Never have I painted his face with a wound!" jolt Dad didn't accept.

"Let's go home! Come with Dad to the house. You could die in his hands!" Dad took a geisha to take away.

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