You are Like My Surg

Go home!

The face of the pregnant nurse who was so worried about Genta continued to imprint on the minds of Geisha. Makes this girl uncomfortable with her own thoughts.

Who her? That lady? What does this have to do with Genta? His brother's?

All mixed into one at the head of the Geisha. In fact, at this time. When he was in a dispute with Genta on the edge of the patient's bed, instead of paying attention to how Genta examined the patient, he was pensive. And Genta was not aware of that.

"If the wound is not wet. Tomorrow morning you can go home, yes. The antibiotics were taken out. Later the next three days control," pinta Genta to the patient.

"Good, Doc. Thank you very much."

Genta. "Together, Sir. Then excuse me."

Just wanting to turn around, his eyebrows look where when he saw the Geisha who was still, Genta breathed heavily. He was furious, apparently since Geisha daydreamed.

"Bull the hell!" Genta is back fierce. He jerked the Geisha's shoulder. And by the time the woman regained consciousness, Genta had already passed from before her leaving the patient's treatment room.

"Excuse me, sir," Geisha said goodbye to the Patient and passed. He ran after Genta. At the feeling the Geisha was back behind him, the man immediately railed.

"Why do you come with me if you just want to daydream?" asked Genta in a tinge of ketus, not shaded like in poly. And Geisha can only look down sad and say sorry.

"If you know what would be unpleasant, it's better that I did not have to agree to the invitation." Inner Geisha lirih. He looked up a little, staring at Genta's strapping body covered with a doctor's suit. Until where the Geisha steps stopped because Genta steps in front of him was stopped.

"You're in, Bell? Already healthy?" genta asked with a warm smile to Sister Belladona who accidentally met them in this treatment hallway. And the woman looked at Genta with a look of hate.

"Don't be a good ass to me!" he replied, then just broke through Genta's shoulder.

"Bella ..." call Genta. And the one called on continued to take a step. Genta's face looks like a guilty man.

"Who else is that woman?"

The heart of the Geisha is racing again. Her roman fur bristles. The conversation he heard earlier between Genta and Bella in a cold tone, as if to inform if something between the two of them had ever happened.

"It looks like you're close to her, like with the pregnant nurse earlier. Are they your ex-girlfriends?" Geisha can only ask in their hearts.

Her chest is getting bad. There's a stuffy bloat. Geisha shreds his chest, to make it feel plong. The incident with Kahla just now has drained the mind, and added a few seconds earlier. When Genta returned attention to other women.

"Why to other women, can you be so gentle? Why not to me?" and can only be heard by his heart.

The geisha was still staring at Genta, and the one in the face was still staring at another woman. These two weeks Geisha tried to always be nice and take Genta's attention. But, still the man was always cold and rude to her. And then Genta was warm, when in poly earlier.

"Why are you?" Geisha jumped from daydreams. Immediately lowered his hands from his chest, then smiled. "Itch, Doc." as much as possible Geisha pressed the gaping wound in the chest.

"Where are you guarding?"

The geisha shook their heads in amazement. Just this time he thought, Genta is so kepo. "Today's only in poly, Doc. There's nothing more. I'd like to go home right away."

"You brought a vehicle? If not. Let me take you home. As my thanks, because you've been willing to accompany me during my poly and visit today."

"Huh?" Geisha gawking. His chest that had been crowded was now directly plong. Like a thorn that has been stuck in the flesh, it is simply uprooted.

"I'm afraid of nicotine, Doctor. My house is a bit far away because." pretend to sell expensive little. His car was parked well in the hospital yard.

"Which direction is it?"

"Arterial Road, Doc."

"Near that. Come on!" without waiting for a Geisha response, whether or not. Genta decides to take Geisha home.

The girl smiled sweetly as she walked behind Genta down the stairs.

"Beginning up the stairs with tears, now going down the stairs with a happy heart. Yeah, sometimes that funny life bothers me!" inner Geisha happy.

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Geisha sat sweetly with a firm position next to the steering chair of Genta. Both hands are placed in the lap, so ayu if in view. The pain that had been lingering since then, gradually disappeared. Replaced with a sense of praise from her.

He glanced at Genta who was so handsome while driving. Wearing sunglasses, hair stays in pigtails and wearing a plain army green shirt with short sleeves. Sneli already he released, he sidelined on the back of the seat.

The geisha did not dare to start the conversation if it was not Genta who started it.

"The car is very fragrant. Clean again, how are you doing with my car? Oh my God, far away. Like the sky is the earth." Geisha looked at the state of Genta cars. He remembered the stale burger that was still in his car from a week ago and was still in the back seat.

"Why you?" ask Genta. Hurriedly the man pulled the car over, seeing the Geisha suddenly shake her head. He was just casting away that unpleasant shadow.

"That's okay, Doc. A little dizzy." and again he quibbled.

Genta approaching. "Dizziness?" tanyanya. Their eyes sat at each other at a very close distance.

And.

Kruyuk.

It was not his heart that was betraying but his stomach. Genta chuckles. "Are you dizzy or hungry?"

Geisha grimacing. He scratched his lower lip. "Hunger, Doc."

Genta nodded in understanding, though without asking again. He decided to take the Geisha to the restaurant before returning home.

"We eat first, yeah." Genta returned to drive his car. Without any weird comments. Geisha nodded her head. "Thank you very much, Doc." Bodo is considered a woman who can not sell self-esteem with a high price. In fact, this was what he wanted the most.

"Together."

"It turns out that a hungry stomach can bring blessings. But, thankfully, the stomach is not the sound of a fart!" sorai Geisha secretly. Because if the sound of farting is heard, the history is finished. Remember in the family, who has a fart smell like rotten eggs only belongs to one. Haha.

Genta did not reject Genta's every invitation. Being alone with Genta was the thing he liked the most. As if he felt, Genta heart he could get even though he had to struggle hard.

"Same as they're still waiting for me. The proof of the gondrong dear can be as careful as that. So, I still have hope, don't I?" decak is proud. Geisha smile at themselves during the trip. He just thinks where to take it.

I asked about the two nurses. But Geisha did not, he did not dare. And he decided, tomorrow will ask Sister Lala herself. Maybe he knew, he thought plainly.

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Before getting to the restaurant that Genta is headed to. Geisha asked Genta to enter the mosque grounds first because the Ashar Adhan had been heard.

"We pray first, yes, Doc."

"OK." replied Genta briefly. He twirled the steering wheel to get into the big mosque in front of the highway and impregnate it.

"I'm waiting here, yeah."

Geisha knit eyebrows when removing the seat belt. "Wait here, Doc?" Geisha. Afraid of what he heard was wrong.

Genta. He opened the dashboard and grabbed his vape. And the Geisha just found out that this guy smokes.

Which Geisha knows, from Genta's personal biodata as a guidance physician. This man's religion is Islam. So why did he choose to be in the car?

"Doctor's period?" goda Geisha's.

Genta laughed, he still focused on sipping the mocca flavor from his vape.

"I can be at home, easy." - Genta.

"If there is a call to prayer. We need to hurry, Doc. Especially when we are not busy." Geisha.

"I'm busy." The clapper breathes cigarette smoke, although it is still in the car. Himself doesn't care.

I don't know where the courage is. Geisha grabbed the vape in Genta's hand and kept it in the bag. Then remove the seat belt that is still transverse in the chest of Genta. The gondrong man again slipped without being able to ambush.

"Let's get down!" geisha's Word is soft. And the purity of the Geisha's eyes, can conjure the Genta to sculpt mute. The clapper got down from the car. He looked up, staring at the dome of the mosque.

"You better pray first. Let me be here. Where was my cigarette." Genta thrusts his palm.

The geisha shook her head with an indisputable look. "Shew first, just smoked."

"Please. I can pray at home." Genta.

"For what in the house, if we are now directly in front of God's house." Geisha remained firm. Inevitably, he forced Genta's arm to follow him.

"Enough Geisha! I have some privacy that you should respect!" Genta stopped the Geisha's steps which they themselves would have taken to the holy limits of the Mosque.

Geisha stared at Genta strangely. Himself Confused. Privacy? What kind of privacy, he thought?

Though his father and younger brother every Magrib and Isha will walk within a distance of meters far enough from the house to the Mosque, in order to pray in congregation with other servants of God.

But, Genta? The one whose body was already completely here, refused instead.

Geisha takes a breath. His face was disappointed. And Genta understands that, but he doesn't care.

"It's got, Doctor." Geisha gives Genta's vape from his bag.

"Go home, Doc. I can go home alone after the Ashar prayer. Thank you for taking me." Geisha smiled in disappointment. And the man gawked in disbelief.

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