A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Getting Closer
"Ghani!" call Bylla, after the man has finished his last quote.
Ghani lifted her face, and looked at Bylla. Although no sound came out of his mouth, yet he reviewed a wide smile.
"Your voice is so melodious, you so deeply permeate every lyric," said Bylla with a smile.
"You likey?" ask Ghani.
"Yes" replied Bylla, nodding her head.
"Thank God if you like it, because it's for you." Ghani said slowly.
It took quite a lot of effort to throw the sentence, he desperately fought the nervousness that had infiltrated him. After saying that sentence, his heart beat faster, even sweat began to wet his forehead and temples.
"That's why I'm so happy" Bylla said with a crisp laugh.
"I'm happy if you're happy." Answer Ghani.
"But why did you choose that song?" asked Bylla suddenly.
"The song describes the feelings of someone who is in love. Love in silence that has not been conveyed, could Ghani also be in such a position," Bylla's mind while looking at Ghani's face. Trying to interpret every mimic.
"Because of me, i___" Ghani hung up her sentence, her tongue felt a bit cheeky and unable to say the word 'because I love you'
"Look, there's an ice cream merchant! You want?" ghani quickly asked, pointing to the side of the road, where the ice cream merchant was stopping his bike.
"Can." Answer Bylla.
"What do you want to taste?" ghani asked as she moved from her seat.
"Brown it out."
"Okay, wait a minute, yeah!" ghani said as she walked away from Bylla.
Ghani breathed a sigh of relief, her heart slightly relaxed as her distance from Bylla grew further and further.
But Ghani was again agitated, when he arrived near the ice cream merchant. He took some of the pennies he got today, not too much.
"What one, Bang?" ask Ghani.
"Ten thousand only," the merchant replied with a smile.
Ghani fondled the abuse that was in his grasp. For dinner tonight, for tomorrow, it won't be enough if he buys two. Today, Arron was not feeling well, he could not help him look for abuse.
"Just one bang, chocolate flavor yes" Ghani said with a smile.
"Good, Mas."
Soon after, Ghani returned to Bylla's place. He gave her the ice cream she had just bought.
"Where do you sound?" asked Bylla while grabbing the ice cream given by Ghani.
"My teeth are sensitive, I can't eat cold" Ghani replied as he sat on the bench.
"Oh so, thank you, mmm" said Bylla while commenting on the sweet smile on her ripe lips.
"Ice cream only, no need to thank. Oh yeah, what do you want to tell?" ask Ghani.
"It's about my feet, Papa has found an expert doctor to cure me. In the next few days the people will come here" Bylla said cheerfully.
"Thank God, I'm glad to hear it." Answer Ghani.
"Yes. But, there are few things that make me uncomfortable." Say Bylla slowly.
"What's that?" ask Ghani.
"According to the plan, the doctor will stay here. But, if my feet need more care, I have to come to Paris, because there the tools are more complete. Actually I don't want to leave this country" replied Bylla with a long sigh.
Ghani looked at Bylla fixedly, "let everything go to God, you still believe, that destiny is always beautiful."
"Yes, I believe." Replied Bylla with a big smile.
***
Flickering stars glow beautifully in the high sky. Mega grey parades slowly following where the wind takes it. Ghani sat on a mat, next to Arron who was lying down. Ghani stared at the atmosphere of the night, through the window of the room that was opened wide. He strummed the guitar strings that faithfully accompany him every day.
Desperate to bloom
Become a melody in the heart
The shadow of you that incarnates in longing
Harmony in my song
"Treny Bang lyrics, whose song?" arron asked while glancing at Ghani at a glance. His face only appeared faintly in the middle of the dimness of the night.
"For me dong," Ghani replied with a crisp laugh.
"Not yet" said Ghani.
"Pepet keep Bang, quickly halted. Let me have a niece with blue eyes" Arron said.
"What's the difference between blue and black?"
"Let the import look Bang," replied Arron with origin.
"There-there you are. How you doing, still dizzy?" ask Ghani.
"It's been lightening Bang, it's just still a little limp." Answer Arron.
"Yes just rest, let tomorrow quickly improve" said Ghani as he moved from his seat. He stepped his foot, about to get out of the room.
"Where's Bang?" shouted Arron.
"Bathroom" Ghani replied as he continued his steps.
The night is getting late, and continues to move until the early hours. The hour hand showed at exactly 01:00 a.m., Ghani had just woken up from his sleep.
Ghani wriggled softly, then got up, and rushed towards the bathroom.
Shortly after, Ghani returned to the room. He changed his clothes, and rolled out his dull prayer mat. Ghani prepares to face the Creator, begging for clues to his life's path.
In the middle of the night, only the roar of Arron's breath sounded faintly. Ghani performed the tahajjud prayer very solemnly. Despite his simplicity, Ghani always tried to draw closer to God.
After praying, Ghani sat down and said dhikr. After that, he raised his hand, his lips moving slowly chanting prayers.
"Allah forgive all the sins of the parents of the servants, give them a beautiful place. Also forgive the sins of the servant, lead the servant in the way of life which You have laid down." Ghani.
"O Allah, guide me on my relationship with Bylla. You who know how your servant feels about him, give way so that all this does not become a sin, O God." Ghani continued in a quiet voice.
He realized that his relationship with Bylla was getting closer, but he still hesitated to express his feelings. Regardless of whether Bylla would accept it or not, Ghani felt he still did not deserve to say that sentence.
Although Bylla was a rich man, everything must have been fulfilled. But as a man, Ghani also wants to be responsible, especially if he already has the status of a husband.
It is this that puts Ghani in a dilemma, too close without a clear relationship, that would be a sin. But asking her to establish a clear relationship, she also felt unworthy.
Ghani let out a long sigh, hoping that God would immediately answer his doubts.
***
The sun is leaning towards the west, the warm rays combined with the wind that blows slowly. Ghani walked among the flying dust, along the paved road tirelessly.
In his pants pocket, he had collected some coins, which he did not know how many. Ghani rubbed his sweaty face, for the sake of the children, that was one sentence that kept his spirit burning. Although tired, tired, he continued to try, in order to meet their needs.
Arron's situation is better, but Ghani still told him to rest, wait really healthy and just come looking for change.
Ghani stopped his steps in front of the street vendor. Incidentally, there were many people there. Ghani began strumming his guitar strings, and chanting the lyrics of the song, in rhythm with the melody being sung. This time, she sang Astrid's song About Taste.
About love that comes slowly
It makes me afraid to lose
Putting out bright light
Unquenched by temptation and time
Can we be together forever
Unite the feelings of you and me
May our love be eternal
Arriving at the end
Tuk forever
After Ghani finished his last quote, one by one they began to put money into the plastic that Ghani held. Ghani smiled as she thanked him a lot, even if it was just a change, but it meant a lot to him.
When Ghani was about to leave his place, suddenly a grown man came to him. His body was firm and stocky, his face was a little fussy, but his skin was white and clean.
"Wait!" the man shouted as he stepped closer to Ghani.
Ghani stopped his steps, and looked at the man's face. Who is it, and what does it take?
"What's your name?" asked the man when he arrived before him.
"Ghani." Answer Ghani.
"I want to talk to you, do you have time?" ask the man seriously.
Seriate....