You are Like My Surg

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Geisha are not hijab women who are very close to men. But, his parents always say, as bad as we are. Prayer is the main thing. If you are a criminal, a thief or a woman at night, keep praying. Only prayer can change us. Hidayah must be picked up.

Since banishing the delicate Genta from the lips of the Mosque. The geisha decided to curate his liking for the man, although he was not sure whether or not he could. Mother said, there is no need to find a rich and handsome man. However, look for a man who can lead us to success in the Hereafter.

He left Genta without a word, and just entered the mosque a few minutes ago.

And at this time. Geisha has finished performing Ashar prayers. The geisha folds the mukena neatly and returns it again to the storage cabinet. He stepped out to the door of the mosque with a sad heart. Not sad because after this will go home wearing a grab, but he was sad because he already loved the wrong man in his eyes.

And.

How far to the lips of the mosque. The Geisha steps stopped. His eyes stared in disbelief at the steps of the stairs of the Mosque. There was a Genta sitting on his back. The man looked at the afternoon sky with a gust of vape from his mouth.

"Dear gondrong doesn't come home? Wait for me?" behind the disappointed face because Genta refused the invitation to pray together. There was a cheerful look on his face. Just now he wants to curate his likes. But, as if his heart did not approve. The love is even getting bigger.

And Geisha so misbehaved for a moment Genta looked back and found himself staring back. The clapper smiled and put the vape into the bag of pants. The man stood up.

"It's over?" asked Genta with a grin that was so sweet as honey. From far away it looks very carimastic. It is only fitting that many women are alternately present in his life.

Geisha returned a smile. He nodded. Continue the steps to get closer. Both are clumsy when faced. There is a sense of shame in arguing, but not a couple.

"We eat, yes." invite Genta in a subtle tone.

Want the Geisha to shake. But look at a Genta like this. His soul did not have the heart to ambush.

"All right, Doc."

They also walked to the car. And Geisha gawked back, when Genta opened the door for her.

Stay waiting until the prayer is finished, be invited to eat and lastly open the door. Of course, making the Geisha's pure soul increasingly thrashed.

Genta was confused by him. Why can he also be sweet to this stupid koas, he thought. But, seeing a strong Geisha in holding on to the pillar of religion and she was the only woman who dared to expel Genta. Making the Geisha's attitude so stealing Genta's attention.

Genta was curious about this girl.

"Want me to put on the seat belt?"

The wandering geisha stared blankly ahead, then turned to the side. "Oh, yes, forget, Doc." Geisha pretext with a ruckus and rushed to wear a seat belt.

Along the way. Geisha is silent. Genta still felt bad. Just this time he thought about the feelings of people who had no connection whatsoever in his life. The Geisha's virtues appear. And Genta is ashamed. And increasingly embarrassed because he was stamped as a disobedient Muslim.

Why does that sense appear? Strange, he thought.

"What do you want to eat?" Genta melted the atmosphere that had been silent like a dark hallway.

"What a hell, Doc."

"If ducks?"

Geisha smiling likes. "Duck one of my favorite foods, Doc."

"Well, timing? We're the same dong." Genta chuckles.

Geisha shrugged eyes in disbelief. "Doctors like ducks?"

Genta nodded as he continued twirling the steering wheel following the path.

"I'll take you to a restaurant famous for its roasted ducks. Guaranteed to taste good."

"But I'm sorry, Doc. I don't like roasted ducks."

"Oh, it's nothing. There are also fried ducks, sucker ducks, there are many other ducks."

Geisha reviews savory smile. "Thank you very much, Doc. Sorry I kicked the doctor out of the house."

Genta returned a Geisha smile. "No problem." Not a quiet geisha. But, Genta. He was relieved that the Geisha smile was back.

"You are good. It's just that your faith seems thin. Maybe, can I help you polish it a little more." muttered Geisha.

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"I'm just iced tea." pinta Genta. He mentioned the drink he wanted now to the waiter.

"I repeat yes, sir. Grilled duck one, fried duck one, white water one, iced tea sweet one."

Genta and Geisha nodded. And when the waiter wants to pass. Geisha assaulted her. "May I have two white waters? Same lemon and cucumber pieces? Lemon just as cucumbers are placed on a small plate." pinta Geisha.

"Oh, well, Ma'am." The waiter passed after the Geisha said a word of thanks.

"Do you want another message?" ask Genta. He turned on his vape again, waiting while the food was served. They were already inside the restaurant, sitting opposite each other.

Geisha shook his head, he grabbed the vape from Genta's hand. "Later to smoke it when it's home, Doc." he put the vape next to the car keys that Genta put on the table. And the gondrong man nodded.

"I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable with my attitude." said Genta.

Genta laughed softly. He nodded his head. "My job is to keep scolding you. Because you're still---"

"It's still stupid, huh, Doc? I understand." The geisha interrupted and was still in laughter.

"Not stupid. But you have a lot to learn. I'm assertive. Because it wants you and the other koas to understand clearly. Guiding you is a trust for me."

"Yes, Doc I understand. Doctors are paid to guide us, so we come home from here with a lot of knowledge. Sorry if I'm a little bit quieter than the others, Doc."

Genta nodded again. "Sorry, too, yes, I don't know if you're her granddaughter, Ms. Alika."

"Even I want it nobody should know, Doc. I'm shy. Shame on me because I'm such a stupid grandson."

"But you don't bo---"

Their conversation stopped. When the waiter came to bring their order. Put food and drink on the table. Geisha rushed to put pieces of lemon and cucumber into cold water in one of the glasses.

And Genta knitted his thick brows as the Geisha thrust upon him. "Come, Doc. Drink."

Genta. "I told you, I don't like water."

"It's not water anymore, Doc. It has been infused with lemon and cucumber. It also does not taste as bland as water. Anyway delicious. This infuse water is better than this drink!" Geisha grabbed Genta's sweet iced tea to put it next to his plate. And put two glasses of water that he had ordered for himself, placed next to the plate Genta.

"Have smoked, do not want to drink water and like to eat baked goods. It's not all right, Doc. Could trigger

carcinogens."

Genta stared at the white water whose water was not clear anymore. Because the juices of lemons and cucumbers are mixed. He was silent as the Geisha continued to speak.

"Cobain was a little. Tastes good, seger. My dad loves to drink this."

Genta breathed a heavy sigh. He wanted to shake his head when the Geisha had pointed the glass right to his lips.

"Come, taste." Geisha smiled looking at Genta. And as if the grin was contagious, Genta smiled as he looked at the Geisha.

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Genta drinks water in a Geisha concoction with a straw. He continued to drink until half, and his eyeballs continued to look at the dense netra belonging to the Geisha.

"Enak' right?" ask Geisha.

Genta nodded while continuing to drink it.

"My heart's cocks are pounding like this?" inner Genta. And he was happy, finally for decades, to be able to taste water in a different taste.

Sudden cool and comfortable atmosphere. The two of them ate the afternoon voraciously, laughing and exchanging stories. The more genta asked how the background of Geisha life.

"So you're twins?"

In a mouth full of chewing. Geisha nodded. And answered when the food was swallowed. "Twin three, Doc. I am the only one of my twin sisters. But, I also still have another twin sister, a girl."

Charm of amazement, it's oh long. "Large family, huh?"

"Yes, Doc." Geisha chuckles. He looked down again at the plate, stirring the rice with fried duck and the sauce, of course by hand.

And

Geisha gawked, while strands of hair hit the mouth, Genta sampir kan to the back of the earlobe.

Genta gave a fleeting smile looking at the Geisha who was still looking at him in disbelief and resumed eating. The hearts of both are racing, like drums for war.

Genta, the cold? Why do something romantic like that.

"Dok ...."

Genta looked up, he looked back at the Geisha. And the one in the middle of the face thrusting a collection of meat at the tip of his finger to be inserted into the mouth of Genta.

And the man did not refuse. He willed it, just like his Goddess Fortuna had already opened her frozen heart to receive a touch from a woman back. The geisha pulled her hand back from Genta's mouth and resumed eating.

"It's a simple personal thing. When other women did not want their nails dirty because they ate with their hands, they did.

He also used his own hands to feed me. Not disgusted at all. Something I had never felt during my marriage. Even Kahla who I think is very considerate, is not like a Geisha."

The clapper is imagined when the Geisha wiped his sweat in the operating room, treated him during nosebleeds, clasped his hands while sleeping, and much more attention that Geisha gave, and why he was late to the beat.

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