You are Like My Surg

Gondrong Darling

Geisha's eye bead continues to look at his hand which is still held by Genta. Fifteen minutes later, the geisha sat next to the man. Falling in love with a million feels, can bring the master to the stars for enjoying unparalleled happiness.

Never had a man held his hand for so long. Except for Dad, Brother and Sister. He knows this can't be done. Grasping each other when not halal.

But what can he be? Geisha cannot refuse. Himself happy. Moreover, seeing Genta with this state, his heart was filled and shady.

"If this liking may not be reciprocated. Keep allowing to stay present, yes, Doc. Until I meet a soul mate who really loves me." Inner Geisha. He smiled, looking at Genta who was getting louder. Every now and then the hand wants to come off. But, Geisha always tighten her back. As if he knew Genta would be hard to have.

Sister Lala was shocked when she wanted to get into the poly, when she saw them sitting together, holding hands. The middle-aged woman stopped coming in, she passed away.

The heart of the geisha is still pounding. He looked at the nose of Bangir Genta who was so slippery, then down to the lips.

"Astaghfirullah .. such a pervert 'clean, my mind!" Geisha shook his head. The woman is like a lover who is faithful waiting for the idol to wake up to look at her.

"What the dear gondrong often like this, yes. Same with the other koas?" and the ugly mind of the Geisha came up. Smile dimmed. And a moment later his daydreams ran out, while the man who was holding his hand, was writhing. Genta opened his eyelids.

And.

Pus.

The Geisha's hand was forcibly removed by Genta. The man was startled, because his consciousness did not appear perfect yet. Same with the Geisha, the woman was also aghast.

"Doctor's okay?" ask Geisha. "Is it still sore on his nose?" added again. Hearing the Geisha question, Genta suddenly remembered that he asked Geisha to stay here with him until he woke up.

Genta shook his head. "My nose doesn't hurt 'neck."

Geisha nodded happily, Geisha's gaze so pure and sincere, making Genta ashamed of his attitude all this time to Geisha.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time like this" he said.

"I'm happy, Doc. Eum." The geisha instantly folded her lips as Genta rounded her eyes.

"I mean, I'm glad the doctor's nosebleed has stopped. I unplug, yes, Doc." Geisha diverted the conversation appropriately. He took a cotton swab that he had just plumped in the right nostril of Genta.

Geisha glanced at the bottled mineral water that was in the corner of the table, then opened the lid and thrust to Genta.

Genta pushed the bottle. "I don't like to drink water."

"Huh?" Geisha gawking. "White water is good, Doc. Doctors certainly know the usefulness and what dangers are caused if you drink less water? The doctor is young. Must take care of health! Doctor wants to die young?"

Genta knitted his eyebrows in fear. Sipping salivanya lamat-jaim. Just this time he was jolted in a subtle satire but stingy.

"Come, Doc. Drink." Geisha keep forcing. He put the bottle right on Genta's lips.

"Don't forget to read the bismillah, let the devil not come to drink." Geisha's smile glared at Genta. Same with Genta, he looked at Geisha with a demanding gaze, why mulu and his heart could not argue.

Glug. Without bismillah, the man gulped it down.

"Howe." Just the first gulp, Genta rushed up from the chair and spewed it into the sink.

"I don't like water. It doesn't taste good! I'm nauseous."

Geisha is wrong. He must have been angry because he kept forcing. He stepped into the closet and grabbed his bag. He remembered that Mother gave him a box of milk before leaving this morning.

Genta turned around, and looked at the Geisha who was standing with a box of milk in his hand.

"If milk doesn't make you sick, right, Doc?"

Genta. Geisha reflexes took Genta to sit back down. "Drink while sitting down, yes, Doc."

Again the Genta can only obey. He looked at the Geisha who was sticking a straw in the hole of the milk box. And back to genta.

"Come, Doc. Spend."

"It's yours. Is it okay to drink? I'll change, yeah." The clapper is like a plain toddler.

Geisha shaking head. "I still have a lot of stock, Doc."

Genta. He began to focus on finishing his milk. At first glance he looks at the Geisha who is now playing the device. Genta also took a glance at the screen Geisha device secretly.

Very amusing. Gondrong handsome drinking milk. Haha.

"It." The geisha looked up as Genta thrust out her exhausted milk box. The geisha grabbed it and threw it into the trash.

"Thank you a lot, yeah." Genta stood up, preparing to leave the polyclinic. His gaze at the Geisha was not as cold as usual, and the Geisha wanted to cheer happily. Like winning a lottery of hundreds of millions.

"You wanna come?"

The concentrated netra of Geisha sparkles. Didn't think that the man she liked would take her around checking on patients together.

"If I may, Doc."

"Yes, I can."

Yup!

Genta began to step first outside the poly and Geisha tailed from behind.

"Doc!" sister Lala exclaimed from the Nurse Station table.

"Follow visit." replied the Geisha with a voiceless mouth movement. He always wanted to equalize Genta's pace, and never could. Genta's long steps overwhelmed the Geisha, the woman would always be left behind.

Come, Sha. The nimble!

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There are dozens of patients who have to go to Genta, post-surgery in the treatment room. Most of the patients are on the fourth floor. Every day Genta would climb the stairs to pass through each floor.

The goal, in addition to exercise, also prioritizes patients who are in need of an elevator. Elevator in Hospital is usually preferred for patients in wheelchairs, patient cage that will be moved to the treatment room from IGD and so on.

And geisha are not familiar with this. He just chose a bedroom on the lower floor, so as not to go back and forth to the upper floor, if at home.

Although his chest was already tight, his body was tired, sweat kept dripping and his legs ache. He did it for Genta. She wanted to be considered a superwoman by the man.

"This love is killing me ..." in his exhaustion, Geisha still had time to mumble softly with the song he sang. Haha.

"Aren't you okay?" Genta turned his head towards the Geisha who was now five steps away from him, trying to follow in his footsteps with breathless breathing.

Geisha reviews fake smile. "It's okay, Doc."

"If you don't have the strength to climb the stairs, you can take the elevator." Genta halted the steps on the eighth step. He waited for the Geisha to arrive at the stairs he was on. They are still on the second floor.

"No, Doc. I'm strong 'kok." Geisha hastened his steps to follow even though he actually wanted to scream, if he was not able to.

And.

"Mas!"

Genta and Geisha changed their gaze upward, while there was Kahla who was about to go down the stairs, at their intersection.

Geisha knit eyebrows. The strong heartbeat was no longer due to holding back the tightness, but because of the greeting from the pregnant nurse he just looked at now to Genta.

Genta smiled sweetly. And Geisha are jealous.

"You're not going up the stairs? If it falls, how?" genta spoke softly, making the Geisha grimace in disbelief. Even the softness he felt earlier in poly when compared to the current one was still nothing.

"The lift is full, Mas. I need to get the drugs to the pharmacy."

"I? Mas's? What's their relationship?" Geisha. He is confused by the name between Genta and Kahla.

"But you're tired of going down stairs like this. Look at your face sweat."

Geisha rounded his eyes as Genta pulled out a handkerchief from his pants pocket, and rubbed it right on Kahla's forehead.

Kahla, who is not feeling well because there are others who see Genta's attention to him, only gives a thin smile to the Geisha. Kahla stops Genta's hand still wiping his sweat. "Already, Mas. Shame."

"This same." Genta turned his head towards the Geisha who was standing slightly behind his body. Kahla nodded and still smiled towards the Geisha where this girl's face, faintly turning red withstood envy.

"You go to the fourth floor, yeah. I want to take Sister Kahla to the Pharmacy first!"

Geisha gawk and Kahla are the same.

"Mas, don't you!" sergeant Kahla. The pregnant woman chose to leave Genta and began to descend the stairs. Genta remained with his stance, he chased after Kahla and descended the stairs together.

Geisha stared at the backs of the two of them. Precisely to the man who some time ago he treated, he waited while sleeping and he gave his box of milk.

"Oh my God, my heart aches to see it." The geisha let out a long sigh while wiping her own sweat with the back of her hand. He again stepped up the stairs, even though his legs had felt weak.

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