A Piece of Asa In A Taste
The Fragile Soul

About five minutes later, an elderly woman came to the security guard. Ghani glanced at him, and then lowered his head. Although he was no longer young, his aura still exuded dignity. Ghani bites her lips, hoping the woman brings good news for her.

"Mrs!" greet sattam.

The woman responded with a nod and a smile. His antlers are very graceful and elegant, Ghani's confidence is further eroded when faced with him.

"This lady, is she Bylla's mother?" Ghani murmured in his heart.

"Are you Ghani?" mam Mirna asked as she confirmed the clear glasses slumped on her nose.

"Yes, Madam." Ghani replied a little nervously.

Ms. Mirna looked at Ghani from the tip of her foot to the tip of her head. Slightly doubtful, if his grandson knew a man like Ghani. Although Bylla is a humble person, and does not look at the treasures in choosing friends. But it is strange that he considers Ghani special.

"Have you known Bylla?" ask Miss Mirna.

"Not yet, about three months. Bylla very often helps the orphans who live with me, I am very grateful to her." Answer Ghani.

"Orphans, is one of them named Alina?" ask Miss Mirna.

"Yes, it's the madam." Answer Ghani.

"Oh so she's Alina's sister. Did Bylla think it was different, to the point that she wanted to see him. In fact, since yesterday he had always rejected anyone who wanted to meet him." Inner Bu Mirna in his heart.

Bylla once told me about Alina, when the little boy entered the hospital, because he was hit by his car.

"Please come in, Bylla is waiting for you in the back garden! Let me take you!" said Ms. Mirna with a smile.

"Thank you, Madam." Answer Bylla.

Then they walked down the courtyard of the house. Ghani was amazed to stare at the neatly arranged flowers in the courtyard, as well as the swings and fountains that all looked so beautiful.

Shortly after, they began to enter the main door. Ghani took off his seedy footwear there, then went back to follow in Bu Mirna's footsteps.

Again Ghani amazed, when his net looked at the luxurious furniture. Sofas, tables, wall hangings, and other trinkets, which Ghani believes are not cheap. One item, must have been used to meet his needs for a full year.

They kept walking until they got behind the house. One thing that first caught Ghani's eye was the figure of a woman sitting in a wheelchair. His gaze was flat, staring blankly at the swimming pool. Breeze through the wind, blow on her, and blister her brown hair. But he remained unmoved, even the clear water of the pond, as well as the chirping of birds that sounded like melodies, did not distract him at all.

"Meet her! You know, ever since you got out of the hospital, you're the only outsider who managed to get him out of the room!" said Ms. Mirna while looking at Ghani.

"I don't know what's interesting in you, which makes Bylla think you're different. But whatever it is, I hope it's something sincere, not a fake. Her heart is so fragile right now, I'm so grateful, if you manage to rebuild her spirit, '" said Ms Mirna, looking at Ghani's face.

There was nothing special about him, his appearance, his face, all far below average. It was too simple, when compared to the other men around Bylla.

"Te.thank you, Madam." Ghani replied very nervously. Hearing the only word, ahh his soul seemed to fly freely into the clouds.

"I'll go, please sit there, soon Auntie will prepare a drink for you!" said Ms. Mirna as her hand pointed towards the chair in the middle of the park.

"Thank you, but there's no need to bother Madam."

"It's okay, don't worry." Sahut Bu Mirna's.

Then Ms Mirna stepped away, leaving Ghani still in her place. Ghani still hesitated to step over to Bylla, her blank stare, her cold aura, as if making the body of someone looking at her, sculpt for an instant.

Why is he in a wheelchair, what happened to him?

One question kept swirling in Ghani's mind, one that made him dare to step foot. Although heavy, and took a long time, but finally Ghani managed to arrive near Bylla.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bylla!" greet Ghani while sitting on a chair, in front of Bylla.

"Getishalight." Bylla answered without looking.

Now Ghani can see clearly, a scar that still appears vague on Bylla's face. Also the eyes are red and moist. Apparently the woman who was incarnated in her longing, was going through a bad thing without her knowledge.

"As you can see, I am now ugly, and also flawed. I'm so despicable." Replied Bylla in a flat tone, and without taking her eyes off. His net remained staring blankly, at one pseudo-point.

Ghani was still silent, but he looked at the woman before him more and more closely. The look on his face, his gaze, his tone of speech, all implied despair. It was like there was no more passion to continue his life.

"Hina is not a person, not judged by his physique, but by his heart and personality." Ghani said slowly.

"But physicality is also important, everyone measures physical strength, not heart!" Bylla said cynically.

Bylla bit her lips, holding back the tightness that was squeezing in her chest. Reymond left him paralyzed, and his family, they forbade him to come to Paris, also because of his weak physique.

"Are you that kind of person, Bylla? If so, then all this time I've been despicable in your eyes too?"

Suddenly, Bylla immediately turned her head, looking at the face of Ghani who was also staring at him.

"You're not despicable!" The three words that Bylla said, managed to make Ghani pull the corner of her lips, and form a smile.

"I don't know why my destiny is this bitter, there's nothing I can be grateful for. This time there was nothing better than death!" Say Bylla with her head down. Tears rolled back down his lap.

"Never speak like that, Bylla, be grateful while God gives you long life. You know, there are people out there who spend tens or even hundreds of millions, to keep their lives." Ghani.

"What happened to Bylla, why are you so desperate?" ghani did not take his eyes off.

"Thankful? With all the things that happened, what can I be grateful for?"

"Thankful that God still cares about you. You know, God tests us, because He's in love with us." Ghani replied firmly.

Ghani was eager to ask what really happened. Why is he sitting in a wheelchair, why is his marriage void, why is Reymond leaving with another woman.

But Ghani harbored the question deeply. He did not want to disturb the privacy of Bylla, unless he himself intended to say it.

"Fall in love. You used to say God fell in love, because he missed us. But, the test did not bring me closer to Him, instead I was getting further away. Ever since that night, until now, I have not faced Him at all. My soul wavers, for so many bitter things befall. I spent my days in silence, I was too fragile to face all of this, "inner Bylla, again with tears in her eyes.

"You see how I am now, I am disabled, and the man who will be my future husband, cannot accept all this. He would rather go, and look for a more perfect replacement. You can imagine how I feel, we've had two more years in a relationship, and we've finally run aground one week before the wedding." Bylla said, raising her face. Staring at the vast expanse of blue sky stretching out, as if he was pitting at the one above, over what he felt in his heart.

"Thank God, at least you knew his true nature, before you were bound to a halal relationship with him. Believe me, God will not take what you have, without replacing it. Trust me, there must be another soul mate, who is much better than him!" Ghani said with a big smile.

"It was so cruel that he did not know that life is a change, life is like a spinning wheel. Never did he think, if this could have happened to him, or his son later. Would he be treated like this. One who has been blinded by the beauty of the world, he cannot understand the true nature of life." Inner Ghani while sighing deeply.

"Yes, at first I could also accept that. But I was getting more fragile, when reality slapped me again, scratched the wound, which even old wounds were still wet and gaping," said Bylla, this time both her shoulders were seen up and down, in tune with her increasingly bitter cries.

"A..what do you mean?" ghani asked a little nervously. Seeing Bylla cry, he was confused as to what kind of behavior to behave. Clasping his hands, they were not that close. Letting it go, ahh it looks like it doesn't care.

"God called my sister, when I had no time to apologize to her. Ahh let alone apologizing, greeting him with a smile, I have not had time. And I couldn't look at her one last time, again because of physical constraints. Did fate deliberately bury me in regret, drowning myself in bottomless wounds. Am I strong enough to face all this?" bylla answered in her tears.

Bylla held her head with both hands. The bad news came back to his memory. Then the memories of the past just passed by, how cynical he was to Mika, how he hated his sister.

When the truth was not long ago realized, while he was still waiting for the time to meet, fate more quickly called him into the presence of God.

For today, tomorrow, and also later, Mika is only in her shadow, the girl will never be incarnated in real. And with the calamity that befell him, he could not even attend his sister's funeral. The one thing that really broke Bylla's freshness, the one thing that took away all her dreams and hopes.

The most painful parting is death!

The most excruciating feeling was regret!

Seriate...