A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Determining the Wedding Day
Ghani stepped back, down the small alley that led to his home. A plastic bag of rice and side dishes, he held in his right hand. His steps felt heavy, lately his spirit is getting broken. Is that the effect of love on her life?
Ghani took a long breath. The shadow of Melani's face that harbored disappointment, re-embraced in her memory. Melani is a beautiful girl and also beautiful morals. However, there was no name in Ghani's mind. For years knowing each other, Melani was unable to touch the door of her heart.
"Bang, dong's spirit! Very lackluster!" arron shouted from the porch of his house.
Ghani gave him a quick glance, then he smiled stiffly, clearly if he was forced to do so.
"Which kids?" ghani asked while sitting next to Arron.
"Still shower, Bang." Answer Arron.
"Oh." Ghani replied as she moved from her seat.
"Where, Bang?"
"Lake in." Ghani replied briefly.
"Until when are you like that, Bang. I know you're disappointed, but I'm sad to see you lose your spirit, Bang," murmured Arron as he stared at Ghani's back walking away.
"O Allah, Bang Ghani is a good man. If Bylla is a match, bring them closer. If not, please present another woman who can replace Bylla." Arron said slowly.
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One night, the moon and the stars were still faithfully shining in the darkness. Bylla stood on the balcony of her room, her dress fluttered, and her hair was squeezed by the wind. Tonight, it was a night that made him happy, but deep in his heart, he also harbored a sense of disappointment.
Reymond's parents were going to his house, but his own parents were not going home. They would rather accompany Mika, than talk about her wedding day. Only her uncle and aunt returned to Indonesia yesterday. Instead of being happy, Bylla was getting sad. Uncle and aunt can come, why not his parents, they also live in Europe.
"What are you doing, Bylla?" asked Andra who suddenly appeared behind him.
Since the relationship between Bylla and her uncle was quite close, she often visited him while Bylla was still living in Paris.
Andra has one son, three years younger than Bylla. Keyvand Anggara Hilmy, a young man who has just finished his studies, is now learning to take care of his father's business.
"Om Andra" said Bylla, looking at her eyes. Then he lowered his head, wiping the corners of his eyes that were getting wet.
"What are you thinking?" andra asked while standing next to Bylla.
"Nothing, just looking for a fresh breeze." Answer Bylla.
"Don't think too much of Bylla. Your parents can't come, not mean they don't love you. They love you very much, but circumstances make them stay there. You are a wise girl, you can definitely understand their difficulties." Andra.
"I've always tried to understand, but Mama and Papa, there's absolutely no effort to understand my feelings." Answer Bylla.
"Don't believe an uncertain thought. I guess it is okay, but believe it is not. Sometimes what we imagine is so different from reality. Bylla, you've always believed in me. I hope you believe this time too. Listen to me, your parents love you so much!" andra said while looking at Bylla.
"Honey, but that's impossible. They ignored me a long time ago, Om. Always all they noticed was Mika, Mika, and Mika. Ever since I lived here, even though Mama and Papa have never visited me. Back when I graduated, only Oma and Opa accompanied me, Mama and Papa did not want to come here. Is that what Om Andra said dear?"
"I know how you feel, but please believe me, Bylla! Your parents love you so much, someday you'll understand why they act this way." Andra said firmly.
"What do you mean Om, Om know something? Is there a secret in my family, am I a foster child, am I not his biological child, or, or is there anything else?" ask Bylla.
"Nothing, don't think anything. All your allegations are wrong" replied Andra.
"Then, why are Mama and Papa acting like this?" ask Bylla.
"Look! Reymond and his family are here, let's go down!" take Andra while you step away. At that time, Reymond's car had entered the gate of Bylla's house.
"I'm sorry Bylla, at Mika's request, I can't tell you the truth." Andra in her heart.
Bylla didn't ask any more, because her uncle had already left. He just growled annoyed, curious about Andra's words.
"I'm sure Om Andra knows something, but what?" murmured Bylla slowly.
Bylla stepped towards the front of the mirror. Re-examine his appearance, if only there was less. After feeling enough, Bylla came out of her room, she went down the stairs, and rushed towards the living room.
Reymond and his parents were already sitting there, along with his grandfather, grandmother, uncle, and aunt.
"Good night Auntie, good night Om," said Bylla as she greeted her future father-in-law.
"Good night, son. You are so beautiful, and graceful," praised Bu Laras, Reymond's biological mother.
"Thank you, Auntie."
"Reymond is very lucky, to have a wife as good as you" said Mr. Frans, Reymond's real father.
"Thank you, Om."
Bylla looked at him with a smile. Reymond looked so manly, his face beautiful, his manner was firm, yet gentle and loving. Ahh Bylla is so happy, having a future husband like her.
"I am very impressed by your decisiveness and seriousness. I'm his uncle, as the representative of Bylla's parents, I I I approve of your goodwill." Answer Andra.
"Alhamdulillah, if both families agree. Now let's decide on the wedding day!" said Mr. Frans with a smile.
"We ask them first, about when they're ready."
"Whenever we're ready Om, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or next week, or next month. Isn't that right, Bylla?" reymond asked with a smile and looked at Bylla.
"It's Rey's wedding, there's a lot to prepare. You can say tomorrow" said Bylla with a big smile, and the others responded with a laugh.
"What about next month?" andra asked while looking at Frans and Bu Laras.
"Agreed." Answer Mr. Frans.
"Yes, that's very good. Not too long, but there's also time to prepare." Mr. Louis's Law.
"How's Rey, Bylla, do you agree?" ask Sacred.
"Again Aunty." Answer Bylla.
"Agreed." Reymond.
After reaching an agreement, then they had dinner together. After that Reymond and his family resigned. Bylla escorted them to the doorway, after which she rejoined her family who were still gathered in the living room.
"You're an adult, son. Soon you will be married, Oma will soon be fond of a great-grandchild" said Ms Mirna while embracing Bylla's body.
"It's not yet, Oma." Answer Bylla.
"Living next month, right? That means next year his great-grandson is out. You are an adult, you still plan to delay pregnancy" said Ms Mirna.
"No Oma, but the marriage is not yet, the time has already discussed the child, it is ashamed," murmured Bylla.
"You're a really good boy" said Ms Mirna.
"Sissing like your father and mother" Ms Mirna said in her heart.
Shortly thereafter, Suci moved from her seat.
"Where, Ma?" ask Andra.
"Take a drink" answered the Saint as he walked away.
"Oma, I'm going to go to the bathroom for a while, my stomach doesn't feel good" Bylla said as she moved away from her seat.
"Yes." Yeah." Answer Miss Mirna.
Then Bylla walked away, but not to the bathroom, but to follow her aunt into the kitchen.
Not taking long, Bylla finally arrived in the kitchen room, she saw her aunt who was sipping a drink.
"Holy Aunt!" call Bylla.
"Eh Bylla, what's wrong?" holy asked while looking.
"Can you talk for a second?"
"Speak what, just say it!" holy Answer.
"Why did my parents never come home and visit me? What secrets are there in my family, am I not his real son, or what? Auntie must know, right?" ask Bylla.
Sacred swallowed his saliva, not expecting that Bylla would ask him this. Ella and Kairi had warned her not to tell Bylla about Mika's situation, because it was Mika's request. Now what should he say, his nephew guessed nothing.
"That can't be Bylla, you're her real son, Auntie knows that."
"Then, why don't they care about me?" ask Bylla.
"They're just busy, Bylla. If they're free, they must have come here." Sacred Answer.
"But Om Andra said, someday I'll know what really happened. That means there's a secret, Auntie. Tell Aunt what's going on?" bylla asked while holding Holy hands.
Seriate...