A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Meet Bylla

A young man was stepping out of a famous boutique. In a formal suit, he looked handsome and dignified. Just one look, one would know if he was no ordinary man. On his left, a beautiful and graceful woman was twitching spoiled on his arm. They stepped together, with a smile that continued to crack on the lips of the two.

Ghani sped up his pace, no matter how some called him to give the abuse.

Ghani was really curious about what happened. It's his wedding day, why the guy's even here with another woman.

"Mas Reymond!" ghani shouted as she walked up to him. At that time, Reymond was standing near the door of his car.

Reymond turned his head, he frowned while looking at Ghani's face. Trying to remember who was standing in front of him.

"Darling, you know him?" sania asked as she looked at Ghani from the tip of her foot to the tip of her head.

"I forgot a little, um who are you, huh?" reymond asked, scratching his head. He failed to remember who was his interlocutor.

"Darling, if you don't know, let's just go! After this we still have to look for the ring, and surrender as well. Today I am quite tired, I want to rest early!" sania said, before Ghani had a chance to open his voice.

"All right! Mmm sorry yes, we are in a hurry, we have to leave now!" reymond said as he glanced at Ghani, and then got into his car.

Ghani was still in his place, even until Reymond's car disappeared behind a corner. He read every sentence he had just heard. Baby, ring, surrender, what does that mean?

Ghani looked up, staring at the boutique standing firmly before him. He observed every letter strung there. And it didn't take long, Ghani understood enough. The boutique in front of it is a boutique that provides wedding clothes.

"What about Bylla?" Ghani murmured slowly.

While Ghani was still deep in thought, suddenly a middle-aged woman came to him. He held out a few pieces of pennies that had been neatly arranged.

"Get it! It's from all of us. Why did you leave immediately?" ask the mother.

"Mmm sorry Mom. Earlier, I saw someone I knew" Ghani replied with a smile, accepting the money given to him.

"Thank you, Mom!" Ghani.

"Yes, equally. Your voice is very melodious, it feels like I'm drifting in the melody you're playing." Said the Mother.

"Don't praise me too much, Mom. I'm just a regular busker." Sahut Ghani's.

"But I'm serious. Yes, I go first! Stay up!" the mother said as she walked away from Ghani.

Ghani smiled, then he stepped into the small shop he had been to.

"Thank you to all who have been willing to give some of the fortune to me, this means a lot, I'm really grateful!" ghani said with a friendly smile.

"Yes, equally. We were also amused by the song you were singing!" answer one of them.

"Thank God, thank you again, I'll go first!" ghani.

"Yes, stay up!"

"Thank you."

Ghani rushes to leave the tavern, walking while counting the money in his hand. In total there are Rp.42,000.00 only enough to buy chocolate.

Ghani looked at the sun that was beginning to lean towards the west, if he busied again, the time would not be enough. Ghani had to walk to visit Bylla's house.

"By Bylla, for the sake of the kids, I definitely can!" ghani told himself.

Then Ghani reached into his pants pocket, he took the business card he always carried everywhere. He read the address listed there. Although he actually has pecked it in memory, but he confirmed it once again, afraid of being wrong and failing to meet the woman in his room.

"It's pretty far!" murmured Ghani as he rubbed his face slowly, wiping away the sweat that kept soaking his forehead and temples.

"But I should be able to, should be able to!" ghani said he was stirring up a passion for himself.

Without a word, Ghani began to set foot, and ran down the sidewalk. No matter how sweat soaked his body, he continued to run in the still-warming sunlight.

Among the crowded vehicles passing by, among the dust grains flying, between the wind and the warm paved roads, Ghani continued to run. Aching and pain in the bones of the joint, a witness to his desire to meet with the heart.

Dusk almost greeted, the solar power almost drowned at the foot of the western sky. Orange rays began to dazzle, coloring mega-mega that move slowly in space.

A man stood before the gate of a house in an elite area. He stared at the piece of paper he had in his grasp, making sure the address he was referring to was correct.

"There really is no reception, could it be that their marriage is off?" muttered Ghani while adjusting her breathing which was still panting.

While he was still fixated on the writing he read, suddenly a security guard came to him.

"This, Mas!" said the security guard while holding out a piece of money tens of thousands.

Ghani turned his head, at first he frowned in wonder, but at last he came to his senses. At the moment he is carrying a guitar, it is natural that others consider it busking.

"Sorry sir, I'm not busking!" reject Ghani while smiling a big smile.

The guard looked confused as he looked at her.

"Is this the home of Salsabylla Dela Vinci?" ask Ghani.

"I..iya's right, who are you?" the security guard asked while looking at Ghani's face. Could it be that his employer knew a man like Ghani?

"I'm Ghani, um can I meet him?"

Satpam let out a long sigh, and exhaled it violently. He stared at Ghani from the tip of his foot to the tip of his head.

"Sorry, maybe my arrival is disturbing. During this time Miss Bylla often came to my place, she often helped the orphans who lived with me. I'm not his friend, but, we know each other." Ghani said it explained who he was.

"Oh so. But I'm sorry, Miss Bylla is not being bothered right now. She needs time alone, and doesn't want to meet anyone." Say the security guard firmly.

He is not lying, because the truth is. Bylla refused to meet with anyone, even employees who worked in her office, or friends who came to see her. For a second, Bylla didn't want to see them. Bylla locked herself in the room, only Miss Mirna was not denied her presence.

"Whether his mood was bad, could it be that Reymond had already hurt him. O Allah, I am eager to meet him, please meet us, O Allah!" ghani's mind while rubbing his face.

"Sir, may I ask you a favor!" ghani.

"Solicit what please?"

"Please tell him if it's me, Ghani. If he refuses, I will definitely leave!" ghani said seriously.

"All right, I'll tell you. But if Non Bylla refuses, I hope you understand." Answer satpam.

"Yes, I understand."

"Bylla, please allow me to meet you," Ghani said, closing her eyes.

Ghani stared at the security guard who was pulling out his phone in anxious hope. Afraid that his struggle here would end up in vain. Afraid that her longing is only bound to empty expectations.

"Hallo, Ms. Sari.

There's a guest, he says his name is Ghani, he wants to meet Non Bylla.

Yes, please just tell me!

Yes, I wait!" the security guard terminated his phone connection, and again kept his phone in his pocket.

"Please wait a minute!" the security guard said as he looked at Ghani.

"Yes, sir." Answer Ghani. He commented with a bitter smile, afraid that reality would not live up to expectations.

"Even if you don't want to see me again, please just this once, Bylla! Staring at you for a second, it can treat the increasingly passionate longing. If you don't want my presence, help me erase all my feelings for you!" ghani said in his heart.

Seriate...