A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Homes for Ghani

"Bylla, listen to Auntie!" holy Word while grasping both shoulders of Bylla.

"There are no secrets in your family. You are the children of your parents, they are just busy baby, you know, your parents are big business," continued Suci while staring at Bylla.

"But Aunt."

"You're getting married soon, you're going to have happy moments, so don't be sad anymore, yeah. Trust me, your parents, they love you so much. Trust me, Auntie!" holy Word with a smile.

"Is that Aunt?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Bylla did not reply, but she immediately hugged Saints tightly, as if she was letting go of the longing for the mother. Sacred reciprocated Bylla's embrace, in her heart she felt very sorry for the girl. But how else, this is Mika's wish. They do not want to force, because the current condition Mika is not fine.

"When I get married, I'll ask Mom and Dad. Why do they behave like this, even though I always believe in Om Andra, and also the Holy Aunt. But right now, I really doubt their words." Bylla in her heart.

"Bylla!" call out to Andra who suddenly appeared behind them.

"Eh, Om Andra," replied Bylla with a smile, she let go of her embrace, and looked at her uncle.

"Drink, Mom?" ask Sacred.

"Yes, I'm suddenly thirsty." Answer Andra.

"Om, sometime if you come here again, Keyvand invited dong. I haven't seen him in a long time" said Bylla, staring at Andra.

"Lately Keyvand is busy, later if it is free he must be here." Answer Andra.

"When I get married, take her, Om!" bylla.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Definitely Byl, her brother's married, where maybe she didn't come." Holy Sahut.

Bylla and Keyvand are quite close, even closer than her relationship with Mika. Keyvand is a humorous guy who is easily familiar with anyone, a lot of people like him. However, he is also not too close to Mika, according to him, Mika is a spoiled and a little arrogant girl, much different from Bylla, and this makes Keivand feel uncomfortable.

"Then I go to my room first, Om, Auntie," said Bylla.

"Yes." Yeah." Andra and Saints answered simultaneously.

"Mas, what are you talking to Bylla? He urged me to tell you the truth, you don't be weird!" holy whispered while looking at her husband.

"I'm a little lost to Ma, you know, I actually feel sorry for Bylla." Answer Andra.

"Yes, I know. But you should also appreciate Mika dong, Mas. This is Mika's request, where now the condition is very bad again, you should be able to keep a secret, Mas," said Suci still in a soft voice.

"Yes, I'm not going to talk about that anymore." Answer Andra.

Meanwhile, Bylla went into her room. He landed his body roughly on the bed.

"Why doesn't anyone want to be honest with me, ahh it sucks!" bylla grumbled while hugging the bolster.

Shortly after, his phone rang. Bylla hurriedly grabbed him, and the smile on her lips instantly expanded, as she stared at the name within her phone screen.

"Hello, Rey!" greet Bylla while rising from her sleep.

"Hallo darling."

"Have you arrived?" ask Bylla.

"Here, this just came into the room. The room that we will soon inhabit together" Reymond replied with a sweet smile, grabbing a pillow, and resting his chin there.

"Still long Rey, still one month yes," said Bylla while staring at the face of the lover who filled the screen of his phone.

"You're invited tomorrow won't."

"Don't be crazy! It's a wedding, not just coffee" Bylla said with a laugh. Reymond laughed too.

They talked for a long time, joking with each other for almost half an hour.

"Darling, sleep! It's late" Reymond said.

"You're sleeping too, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes, I turned it off" said Bylla.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Good night Rey, good night, good night, and good dreams" said Bylla.

"Good sleep to you too, baby. I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

The phone connection ended, but Bylla was still staring at her phone screen while continuing to smile. He rubbed a picture of himself and Reymond as wallpaper on his phone.

"You guys I always smile, Rey. For so long we've been in a relationship, for a second I never get bored." Say Bylla slowly.

Time was so fast rolling, three weeks had passed since Reymond's parents had gone to Bylla's house. Wedding preparations went well, prewedding photos, wedding dress fittings, everything was done. Even hundreds of invitations have been spread, only a few are still not sent.

The first reception was held at Bylla's house, along with her qabulu ijab. Three days later, Bylla would be brought to Reymond's house, repeat the recipe there, and move to his house. As a wife, she went to her husband's house.

Bylla was sitting alone on the sofa of her room, staring at the invitation sheet she was about to give to Ghani. At first glance his eyes looked at the photo of himself and Reymond on the sheet, again he smiled, Reymond's presence was really the happiness of his life.

"One more thing left that makes this happiness perfect, hopefully on my wedding day, Mama and Papa really come home, I've missed them so much" Bylla said with a smile.

Before long, his phone shook, there was one chat message Reymond had just sent him.

Honey, I'm sorry I couldn't take you to Ghani's house. There is a client who suddenly invites to meet to discuss cooperation, sorry dear.

A line Reymond sent him. Bylla let out a long sigh, almost an hour she waited, as Reymond could not drive her.

All right, it's okay. Hope the discussion goes well. Well then, I'm going to Ghani's house now yeah, a night hunt.

Yes, be careful, dear.

Ja.

After he finished sending a chat message to his girlfriend, Bylla moved from her seat. He grabbed his sling bag, and came out of his room.

Bylla went down the stairs, and met her grandmother in the living room.

"Oma, I'll be out for a minute!" pamit Bylla with her grandmother's hand.

"Where?"

"Give an invitation to a friend, just a moment Oma." Answer Bylla.

"Be careful!"

"Yes, Oma."

Then Bylla grabbed the keys to her car, and rushed out of her house. By dusk, the sun was tilted to the west.

Bylla got in her car, and started driving.

Bylla enjoyed her journey, while listening to melodious Malay music. Sometimes he imitates the voice of the vocalist who chants his lyrics with full of fantasy.

"I'm just pouring out flavor for you

In the heart there is no doubt

You give me a miss

Take care of your love all day

As the seconds passed

I love her you're honey

Wrongly guess your kind heart

It's a lie within you." Bylla also imitated the voice of Andra Respati who was singing his song titled Karma Cinta.

After almost an hour's drive, Bylla finally arrived in a small alley, near Ghani's house, when it was already evening to say hello.

Bylla stopped her car right in front of the porch, then she opened the door, and stepped down.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Bylla, knocking on the door. At that time the door of the house only opened a little, and the atmosphere inside also looked lonely, somewhere they were.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Say Bylla a second time.

For a few minutes, there was still no response from within. I don't know where Ghani, Arron, and the kids are. Bylla decided to sit on the porch, she was waiting there, maybe Ghani or Arron had not come home, he thought at the time.

Soon, however, Bylla was startled by the voice of a middle-aged woman shouting at her from a distance.

"Why, Neng?" yelled the woman.

"I want to see Ghani Bu, the owner of this house," replied Bylla with a smile.

"Do you not know?" ask the woman while moving closer.

"Don't know what Mom?"

"The owner of this house has moved, the house was sold a few days ago, my brother bought it, Neng." Answer the woman.

"really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Bylla was stunned in place, moved to where Ghani was? Why did they leave?

I don't know what the connection is, but slowly Bylla felt something was missing from her heart. Imagine if in the future he could not meet again with Ghani, suddenly there was a longing that just burst forth, longing for his words of wisdom, longing for his advice. Just a friend, but why did Bylla feel lost. What's up with him?

Seriate...