A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Luka

The sun has returned to its content. Star flashes began to appear faintly, dotting the expanse of high skies.

Amidst the dim light of a candle burning on the table, a man stood by the window of his room. Staring at the dark atmosphere of the night, because at that time, the electricity around it was being extinguished.

The man lowered his head, gripping the window frame very tightly. He did not care about the gust of night wind that hit his face, because all he knew was the tightness in the chest, which seemed to leave no room to breathe.

"Oh Allah, I try to be sincere, but why does my chest feel sick and tight. She's getting married, please erase my feelings for her, God." The muttered man who was none other than Ghani.

For the first time Ghani has kept a taste in a woman. But unfortunately a thousand times dear, a taste that has just bloomed, forced to wither because reality is not in line with expectations.

"I shouldn't be sad, Bylla would be happier with him. Who I am, what I have, I can give him. Other than feelings, there's nothing else I have." Ghani. He blinked his net quickly, trying to hold the clear circle that had inundated his eyeballs.

"Don't give up, Bang! New candidate right, not yet husband, still no hope, Bang!" arron said as he patted Ghani on the shoulder.

"I don't want to hope anymore." Ghani quickly. He turned his head, and glanced at Arron who was standing next to him.

"You're giving up, Bang?" ask Arron.

"Not giving up, it's just that I'm self-conscious. I don't deserve him. A lot of things are needed in a relationship, and I, other than feeling, I have nothing left Ron. What can I give him, nothing."

"You are wrong Bang, besides feeling, you still have God. You yourself told me Bang, you said the prayer that was said in the third night, it was like an arrow released from its bow, fast and accurate. Why don't you try it, Bang? God has every way to unite every servant, if he is your soul mate, nothing is impossible" Arron said, staring at Ghani.

Ghani raised his face, looked up, and stared at the flickering star that was becoming clearer. During this time he always mentioned the name of Bylla in every prayer, whether in the morning, afternoon, afternoon, or also in the third of the night. But now that he hesitated, he still deserved to mention Bylla's name, he could still expect the woman. He will marry, is it not a sin if he still wants it.

"I've been doing it all along Ron, and maybe this is the answer. Bylla's not my soul mate, she's Reymond's. And I, maybe God has prepared another soul mate for me." Ghani said while still looking up.

"You have no desire to fight for it, Bang?" ask Arron.

"I don't want to be third." Answer Ghani.

"But Bang."

"Otherwise Ron? The man that Bylla loved was Reymond, not me. I have no right to disturb his happiness." Ghani.

Arron was silent, he did not say a word, but his neutrals looked at Ghani's face. Despite the dimness, a look of disappointment emanated clearly from his face.

"You shouldn't be present in Byl's life, that way he'll never love you, and he won't get hurt like this. I knew he was just a poor man who had no possessions and things. But just so you know, his heart is so noble and wise, I don't want to see him keep a lara like this. You're good, but without you knowing it, you're also cruel Bylla." Inner Arron without averted his eyes.

"True love, it doesn't have to have Ron. Just let him be happy, and respect his choices, and wish him all the best. That is the true meaning of love.

If it imposes a will, does not care, and does not want to appreciate his feelings, it is not love, but mere lust." Ghani said slowly.

"So you're gonna let her marry another man, Bang? You don't want to even consider your feelings?" ask Arron.

"No Ron. I want Bylla to be happy, no matter what she chooses, I will. I will keep his name in my book, as the love that has ever stopped in my life." Answer Ghani.

***

Time moves so fast. It didn't feel like three weeks had passed since Bylla had accepted Reymond's proposal. Yesterday, Reymond met him, saying that in five days his parents had returned. And that very day, Reymond would invite them to visit his house.

In happiness, there is a taste of poignancy lodged in Bylla's heart. There were a few things that made him anxious, and uncomfortable. Since yesterday, he tried to contact his parents, but until now there has been no answer from them.

"Papa, Mama, where are you going?" bylla muttered disappointedly. What is the real lack that exists in him, why his parents never care about him.

While Bylla was deep in thought, her phone suddenly rang quite loudly. Bylla gasped in shock, then she stared at the screen of her phone. A wide smile instantly expanded on his lips, quickly he rubbed the green button that was there.

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum Mom." Sapa Bylla's.

"Waalaikumsalam, how are you, son?" ask Ella from across the street.

"Alhamdulillah I am good Ma, how are you there? Papa and Mama are healthy too, right?" bylla answered back.

"Thank God, we're healthy too." Answer Ella.

"What is your mom doing now?" ask Bylla.

"This is another sleep in the room. You haven't slept yet, son, isn't it late?"

"It was only ten Ma, and happened to be sleepy. Where's papa?"

"Your father's still in the office, probably coming home soon." Answer Ella.

"Oh so yeah. Mmm Ma, actually I want to talk to Mama a little bit." Bylla.

"What thing?"

"A few days ago, Reymond proposed to me Ma, he wanted to marry me right away. Back then, he had already spoken to Oma and Opa, and the plan was next week he would bring his parents here to discuss his wedding day. Mama and Papa can go home, right? Mama and Papa want to see them?" asked Bylla with anxious expectation. Fear if the answer does not match his expectations.

"Next week?" asked Ella, repeating Bylla's words.

"Yes Ma, can you?"

"Mmm it looks like we can't go home next week, son. There's a bit of urgent business here. How about Mama and Papa, just go home on your wedding day? It's okay, Bylla?"

Bylla's eyes began to glaze over, it turned out that her mother's answer did not match what she expected. Wh why? Why is it always like this?

"As important as what business is Ma, is it more important than me? It concerns my future Ma, do Mama and Papa not care at all?" asked Bylla in a stifled tone. As much as she tried to hold back her tears.

"I'm sorry son, but Mama and Papa don't care. But, but this matter is really urgent. On your wedding day, Mama promised. Mama and Papa will definitely be home." Answer Ella.

Not yet had Bylla answer his mother's words, suddenly he was surprised by the voice of a man who was talking to his mother. The man who is none other than his own father.

Ma, Mika is looking for you, accompany her! I'll have a drink for a second.

"So Papa was actually home, and they were with Mika. All right, I'm not gonna force Mama and Papa to come home. Oma and Opa were enough for me, because they were my parents" Bylla's inner voice ended her phone call.

Now he could no longer hold back his tears, the clear circles kept falling on his lap.

"Why was I born, if my existence was always ignored," Bylla's inner self bit her lips.

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