A Piece of Asa In A Taste
I've Always Missed You

Ghani looked down, staring at the sheath that was wrapped in half her body. He still rested, just finished complaining to the Creator. Ghani is still in doubt, not yet knowing which decision he should take.

Shortly after, Arron went into the room. He took a deep breath, then stepped closer to Ghani.

"Bang!" call Arron while patting Ghani on the shoulder, then he sits next to her.

Ghani turned his head and looked at Arron at a glance, but not a word came out of his mouth.

"What's the matter, Bang? Since you came home, you have been moody. Try the story, who knows I can help you" Arron said as he looked at Ghani.

The man he had considered like his own biological brother, the man who had contributed greatly in his life. Now that the man was in trouble, there was no way Arron would just shut up and ignore him.

"Bang!" call Arron, because Ghani is still silent without a word.

"I met someone." Ghani began his story.

"Who?" ask Arron.

"The producer is Boundaries, you know Boundaries?"

"Limit, you mean Boundary Band, Bang?" ask Arron quickly.

"Yes" Ghani replied, nodding.

"Well cool bang! Where did you meet him, say hello to each other?" asked Arron enthusiastically.

Ghani let out a long sigh, and exhaled violently. No wonder Arron is as enthusiastic as that, because in fact he himself still does not believe in all this, like a dream.

"He was looking for a vocalist, because the position was empty." Answer Ghani.

"empty? Where's the old vocalist?" ask Arron.

"Where I know, what's important now is that there's no vocalist." Answer Ghani.

"What does this have to do with you, Bang?" ask Arron.

"Say she was interested in my voice, and invited me to work together. He offered me to fill that position." Ghani said slowly.

"What! You're seriously Bang?" arron shouted with wide-eyed eyes. The sentence that Ghani had just uttered, like lightning striking in the blazing sun, was shocking.

"Seriously, that's why I'm confused Ron" said Ghani still in a soft voice.

Ghani shifted his seat, now he leaned his back on the door of the porous wooden cupboard. He scratched his head which was not really itchy.

"Why confused, Bang? Not that it's a good opportunity, why not just accept it, Bang?" arron asked, he shifted his seat, and docked towards Ghani.

"The problem is that I have to come to Jakarta Ron, which makes me doubt," said Ghani as he looked at Arron.

"What! Why go there, Bang?" ask Arron quickly.

"The study is there. If I go, what about the kids, what about you, and what about Bylla" Ghani said, bowing his head. He said the phrase 'how about Bylla' very slowly.

Arron looks at Ghani's face, he arranges his heart, and tries to understand Ghani's difficulties.

"Bang!" call Arron.

"If it's a children's problem, you don't have to worry, there's still me. I promise to take care of them, I won't let you down, Bang. I'm capable enough to support them, just trust me." Arron said seriously.

"If it's Bylla's problem, I'm sorry it's just my opinion. You ever feel inferior Bang with him, you ever think that your differences are far enough. Perhaps this is the path that God has laid out for you Bang. By becoming a singer, you will have a name, have an income, have a job to be proud of. Slowly, your position and Bylla will be equal. You don't need to be the same as him anymore" continued Arron at length, holding Ghani's shoulder.

Hearing Arron's advice, Ghani gasped in shock. His memory immediately flashed at the prayer that was said last night. Asking God for guidance, he asked for a way to establish himself before declaring his love for Bylla. Could this be the path outlined for him?

"Bang!" call Arron while shaking Ghani's shoulder.

"It looks like you're right Ron, maybe with this I can establish myself to be with Bylla" Ghani said, staring at Arron.

"I know what you're feeling Bang, but I don't know the answer to your question. Perhaps better, you just meet Bylla, and talk to her from the heart. I think only Bylla can answer your question, Bang," Arron said with a smile.

"Is that so?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"All right, tomorrow I'll see him" Ghani said, sighing.

***

The sun has moved from the eastern horizon. His golden kiran, as if clutching the body with warmth. The breeze of the wind rustled, as if caressing a body with a million flavors. The white mega-mega that adorn the sky, a primadani tub that is held to protect the entire buana.

On top of a glittering stretch of white sand, before the blue ocean stretched out, a woman was sitting on a wheelchair. Her elongated brown hair, whipped in the beach breeze.

The hour hand shows exactly at 10:00 am, Bylla and Ghani are already on the coast. They came there, escorted by her personal driver Bylla. The driver waited in the car, while Bylla and Ghani, they enjoyed the beach together.

"I'm very happy today Ghan, thank you for coming with me here" Bylla said with a smile.

Earlier this morning, Ghani did visit Bylla and wanted to talk to her. But unexpectedly, it turns out that the woman even took him to the beach.

"No need to thank you, I'm happy to be with you Bylla. But by the way, what makes you happy?" ghani asked as she looked at the cheerful looking face of Bylla.

"Every time I am with you, I am happy. Your advice, your motivation, and everything about you, it makes me feel good." Replied Bylla without hesitation.

"Is that so?" ghani asked nervously. Happy, comfortable, what does he mean?

"Ghani!" call Bylla while holding the arm of the man sitting in front of her. His blue eyes stared at Ghani, with a conditioned view of meaning.

"What do you think love is?" asked Bylla without letting go of her grasp.

Ghani rubbed his face, wiping away the sweat that began to drench his forehead and temples. Talking about love with Bylla, ah her heart seemed to stop beating right then and there.

"Ghani!" call Bylla.

"Love is a sincere feeling, which comes slowly and without reason. Love does not look at flaws or advantages. Why are you asking that?" ask Ghani.

"I want to know, because I've never felt anything like this before." Answer Bylla.

"My heart always beats fast whenever it's close to you, and I miss you whenever you're nowhere near me. I've always followed everything you've advised me to do, I've never been like this before. If you think love is a sincere feeling that comes slowly and without reason, maybe this is the first time I've fallen in love" Bylla looked down, hiding a sweet smile that was on her lips.

"I used to love Brother Rubben, because he was smart and handsome, he was a very deft doctor, I was amazed. And Reymond, I love her because she's romantic, beautiful, and smart. He's a big business man, I salute his football.

But you, I have absolutely no reason to feel comfortable with you. Handsome no, well established no, romantic no, and other than wise principles, there is nothing that stands out in you. But I always miss you, Ghani." Sylla in her heart. He lifted his face, and looked at the waves that continued to roll in pursuit.

"Never felt, what do you mean Bylla? Didn't you almost get married?" ghani asked, wailing in wonder.

"But I love him for a reason, if you think love is a sincere feeling that comes slowly and without reason, then I don't feel it's love, do you?"

Ghani could not answer, he was confused what sentence to say.

"Ghani!" call Bylla.

"Hmm."

"Is love always incarnated in longing?" ask Bylla.

"Yes" Ghani replied with a smile.

"Like I've always missed you, Bylla." Ghani said in his heart.

"I always miss you" said Bylla, staring at Ghani. His fingers still held the man's hand gently.

Seriate...