A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Prologues

True love.

A feeling that comes slowly, and for no reason.

Nevertheless, only a handful of people are able to apply.

The rest, they measure love through treasure, as well as likeness.

Love, it comes with a million flavors.

Sometimes it incarnates into light, providing light and warmth, like the sunlight that illuminates the mortal realm.

However, sometimes love also incarnates into glass fragments. He incised deep wounds, broke hearts, and buried himself in darkness.

Love, don't be too proud.

Let it flow like water, let it blow like the wind. Simply the flow of time that answers, where, and what kind of love that comes greeting. Remain in confidence, God will never be wrong, in choosing the path of destiny for each servant.

When you feel yourself, remember, there is still a God who is always there for you.

When there are no more shoulders to lean on, remember, there is still a floor to prostrate on. Only God is a place that never goes wrong. Only God, the owner of a beautiful destiny.

Just as fate has been outlined to two people who stand facing each other, both are fixated, and budge in their respective places. Only God knows what their next path will be. Will stay apart, or get back together.

They are Ghani and Bylla, two people who have not met for a long time. For some reason God brought them together there, in a garden, under a tower. There are no words they can say, both of them just dive into each other's netra, in order to find an honesty.

A lot of things they had been through in the past few years, bitter things that left both of them tormented in pain. When Bylla opened her mouth and was about to speak, a beautiful woman suddenly came and held Ghani's hand.

"Come Ghani!" said the woman in a spoiled tone, a line that was quite stifling Bylla's chest.

Ghani was about to explain what was really happening, but he had not yet opened his voice, suddenly a man came to Bylla.

"I'm sorry I'm a little long" said the man, smiling at Bylla.

Ghani let out a long sigh, trying to dampen the burning flames of jealousy in his heart. Honey, one word that pretty much explains what their relationship is like.

"Why Bylla, why does our destiny have to be like this? Due to a misunderstanding, I must lose you. If I had known there would be today, I would never have accepted the offer, I would never have wanted to be a singer. Bylla, isn't there another chance for me?" ghani looked at Bylla's back, which was moving further away.

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Under the scorching sun that stung the skin, Bylla walked quickly while carrying a glass of cold matcha latte, one of the drinks that she liked very much. He had just attended a meeting in one of his relations offices. She is Salsabylla Dela Vinci, or simply Bylla.

Bylla is a woman of Indo-French descent, her face is very graceful and beautiful, making every pair of eyes feel at home looking at her for a long time. Her plump eyelashes, sharp nose, reddish tiny lips, and clear blue eyes were inherited from her father. His hair was long brownish straight, with an almost perfect posture. Coupled with the charming-looking dimples, every time he smiled, it was truly a perfect picture.

In addition to the physical form that is almost flawless, Bylla also has intelligence that is above average. This is one of the things passed down by the mother.

Bylla lives in Indonesia with her grandparents. While his parents, they live in Paris with his sister, Mikayla Dela Vinci.

Bylla deliberately lived in Indonesia to accompany her grandfather, and grandmother. They have two children, but none live in Indonesia. Kairi Da Vinci, the father of Bylla, lives in Paris. Andra Dwi Anggara, Kairi's sister, lives in London. As a result, it is now only Bylla who accompanies her grandfather, and grandmother.

Not too far bylla stepped on her feet, suddenly she hit a man in very shabby clothes. The man's body staggered, and the rice packet he was carrying fell scattered on the side of the road.

The man did not answer, he was just glued down, staring at the rice without side dishes that had mingled with dust. The look on her face looked very disappointed, Bylla really felt guilty.

Bylla looked at the man from the tip of the foot, all the way to the end of the head. Her clothes are far from good. His body seemed unkempt, but the level of good looks still emanated clearly on his sweaty face. The two people who stood facing each other, but their appearance seemed so contrasting.

"I'm sorry I was completely unintentional, I promised to replace it" Bylla said in a louder voice, hoping the man would turn his head, and replied.

"It's okay, it doesn't have to be replaced" said the man, staring at Bylla, and commenting on a bland smile.

"I'm wrong, I have to replace it" Bylla said as she opened her sling bag. He grabbed his wallet, and took two hundred thousand bills.

"Hopefully enough," said Bylla, handing over the money.

"No need, just save the money for your needs" the man said, refusing to give Bylla.

"It's okay, I feel so guilty, if you don't want to accept it" Bylla said.

The man did not answer, but he stared at Bylla without a blink.

"Whether I am meeting an angel, all my life only this time I see a woman as beautiful as her, let alone her personality is very good, really a perfect figure," the inner man in his heart.

He is Ghani Alghibri, a young man who lives a life of deprivation. He lives in an abandoned orphanage, with street children who have no family. To meet the demands of life, he worked as a building porter. But the job was not always expected, sometimes the project was quiet, and he had to be unemployed. For the sake of a mouthful of rice, he often sang on the side of the road, only to collect the change.

"Hey!" bylla said as she watched Ghani again.

"Sorry" said Ghani.

"Who am I, how dare I admire a woman like her. He must be a rich man, who is far above me" Ghani said with a bland smile.

"Sorry Miss, I can't accept it" Ghani said, insisting on refusing.

"It's okay, take it! I feel guilty if you don't want to accept it" Bylla said.

"I'm fine Miss, I can look for her again. Save the money for you" Ghani said as he walked away from Bylla.

"But wait!" yell Bylla.

But Ghani continued to step up, as if not listening to Bylla's cry.

"Why doesn't he want yes, pity, this rice must be very valuable to him" murmured Bylla in solitude.

"Allah has provided sustenance for him, forgive the servant who seized him" said Bylla, stepping on her foot, and heading to the car.

Although Bylla was born into a wealthy family, her personality is very simple. He was humble, and never boasted about what he had.

A short time later, Bylla got into her car, sat at the wheel, and began to drive.

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