A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Evelyna Patricia

"Ghani! Woi why are you?" arsen shouted while patting Ghani on the shoulder.

The four pairs of eyes, all staring at Ghani who was fixated.

"You got a problem?" Rizki started to raise her voice. Among them, Rizki is the most reserved. He doesn't talk much like the others.

"I was a little surprised to hear that plan, Om Tommy didn't tell me at all." Ghani said slowly.

"Do you think that plan is bad? It may sound a little bit cheating, but yes it is like this the world of celebrities. Not only us, others also do things like this, because this is the most instant way to boost popularity," said Bryan casually.

"Sipp, and not just singers, soap operas, movies, models, many who do the setting to get back to selling," Arsen also chimed in.

"Just calm down, Evelyn is cute. If this setting ends up being a true story, you win a lot" Rizky said, patting Ghani on the shoulder.

For a long time Ghani was silent, letting himself in silence, while his friends dissolved in joking and laughter. After a few minutes, Ghani began to open his voice.

"Actually, I already have a boyfriend, which makes me doubt. It has to be, pretend to be her model boyfriend," Ghani said, staring at her friends in turn.

"It's just Ghan's setting, you just explain everything to your boyfriend, I'm sure he can understand" said Bryan who was later responded to by nods by his friends.

Ghani was still silent, many things were raging in his mind. Is it true that Bylla would understand?

"It's a phone, just use it! Call your girlfriend and explain everything. Tomorrow night you have to fill out a reality show with Evelyn, it's better, if you explain first." Satya said firmly.

"This is Ghan's rare opportunity, just follow the plot. Om Tom can definitely make you the star, he knows what he's doing" Arsen said with a big smile.

"All right, I'll borrow the phone for a second." Ghani.

"Use it, no need to hesitate. After you officially become the personnel of Boundaries, you also have the right to the goods in this house," replied Satya.

Ghani stepped closer to the small table in the corner of the room. He lifted the phone, and pressed a few number buttons listed there.

Shortly thereafter, the phone connection began to connect. A graceful and melodious voice, greeted him from across there.

"Hallo, who is this?" ask Bylla.

"Assalamu'alaikum Bylla." Ghani.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Is this you Ghan?" asked Bylla cheerfully.

"Yes, I've arrived in Jakarta." Answer Ghani.

"Thank God, how's it there?" ask Bylla.

"No problem, it's just___" Ghani hung up her sentence, it felt so hard to be frank with Bylla. Just one day he left, should he be disappointed?

"Why, is there a problem?" ask Bylla.

"Actually not a problem, but___

I'm sorry Bylla" Ghani said slowly.

"What's wrong, why are you apologizing? Ghani speak clearly, I don't understand" Bylla said.

"Before becoming a Boundary vocalist, the public should know my name. And to get that name, I had to run what Om Tommy had planned, which was to pretend to be his girlfriend, a top model," Ghani said with a deep sigh.

To be honest he was very heavy to say this, but how else, he could not hide everything, later Bylla would even misunderstand him.

"Being her model boyfriend?" murmured Bylla slowly.

From the tone of his voice, it was very noticeable if he was holding back disappointed.

"Just pretend, I can't turn her down Bylla. Trust me, my feelings will never change" Ghani said in earnest.

"I believe, pursue your future, and I'm always waiting for you here" replied Bylla.

"Thank you Bylla, take care of yourself" Ghani said.

"Yes, you too."

Ghani entered at the very end of the room, the room that would now be his room. Ghani put his bag on the sofa, then sat down on the edge of the bed. Ghani felt the chocolate bed sheet patterned with pandas, there was a sick feeling that just spread in his heart.

In a luxurious room, he was alone, leaving Arron and his foster children in need. Although he did this for their future, I don't know, Ghani is in terrible pain.

At the beginning of the career he will pursue, he must disappoint the woman he loves so much. Intentions want to solidify themselves, but I don't know, it doesn't seem that easy.

"Oh Allah, please do not predestine Bylla for the servant. Give the best path for both of us. Protect Arron, and protect the children. May the choice of servant be a bright hope for them" Ghani said, rubbing his face with both hands.

At the same time, in a different place. Bylla lowered her head on the wheelchair that always supported her body. Getting a call from Ghani, his heart starts to get uncomfortable. Although his face was almost perfect, and his status as a rich man's child, but due to paralysis at his feet, his confidence was reduced. Bylla was afraid, if one day she was again heartbroken, as was the case with Reymond.

Bylla stared at the ring that was coiling in her fingers, she rubbed it slowly, and then grasped it tightly.

"I'm always waiting for you Ghan, I've put my heart on you, please don't let me down" Bylla whispered alone.

"Darling, what's wrong?" asked Ella who was suddenly standing beside Bylla. He rubbed his son's hair gently, lovingly.

Bylla cradled the phone she held, she was still silent for a few seconds.

"I'm afraid of Ma" said Bylla with a deep sigh.

"What are you afraid of?" ask Ella.

"Ghani started her career as a singer. If he succeeds, will he still want to be with this flawed me. While around her, there must have been many women who were more perfect than me Ma," said Bylla revealing one thing that really bothered her mind.

Ella smiled, then she clasped both of Bylla's hands, and looked at him fixedly.

"True love doesn't look at Bylla physically. You see Mama and Papa, Mama is just a simple woman, Mama's face is like this too, not prettier than you. As for Papa, he is an extraordinary man. Handsome, well-established, thoughtful, her personality is kind, absolutely perfect. But the proof, Papa chose Mama." Ella said at length.

"But Mama is not deformed" murmured Bylla, looking down.

Ella bit her lips, she knew the injury that had befallen Bylla, turning her into a very fragile person. What's more, the man she loved left immediately, even though the wedding day was only one week away. Ella knows, this fact hit Bylla a lot. Until the girl lost her confidence.

"You're not disabled Bylla, you're just sick. Didn't Papa tell you, if the doctor's acquaintance will be here soon. Tomorrow after he comes, you will be dealt with, your feet will heal as they were. Trusting Mama," said Ella with a smile, she tried to convince her son, and make his spirit back smoldering.

Bylla was still unmoved, not a word came out of her mouth.

"First, Mama lived in Indonesia, and Papa, she lived in Paris. But fate brought us together in London, we loved each other and eventually got married. Like that if it's Bylla's soul mate, whatever happens there must be a way to be together. Trust in God, let Him rule everything. Pray, and hang your hope on Him, I'm sure your heart will be calm" Ella said, rubbing Bylla's cheek.

Bylla smiled, the woman he called mama, was the most perfect woman for him. He said, his gentle behavior, always managed to calm the heart and feelings.

"I love Mama" said Bylla, hugging her mother tightly.

"Mama loves you very much too, son." Answer Ella.

***

The moon hangs beautifully in the sky, befriending thousands of flickering stars, and a grey mega-mega that runs slowly.

In a park, in the yard of a new house a few hours ago on display. Ghani sits on a chair, opposite an unusually beautiful woman.

His face was oval and tapered, his nose pointed, and his lips thick reddish. His round eyes are decorated with brown lenses, matching his hair color. His skin was smooth white, without any blemish at all. His posture was slim and syntax, an almost perfect picture.

"Beautiful Bylla." Batin Ghani first looked at the woman named Evelyna Patricia. I don't know why he's comparing it to Bylla.

Ghani shakes his drinking glass. White coffe who lived half, seemed to move in rhythm with the movement of his hands.

He felt uncomfortable sitting together with Evelyn. If only he could choose, he would invite Evelyn into the house, and sit with his friends. But no, under the pretext of getting to know each other, they had to sit there together.

"No need to be awkward Ghan, in the future we will often be involved in cooperation. Let's just say we're old friends" Evelyn said with a smile, then she sipped a cup of green tea in front of her.

"Yes." Yeah." Ghani replied briefly.

"Tomorrow you can't be like this Ghani, you have to relax and be as supernatural as possible. Don't disappoint Om Tom, you have to explore this role, so that the name Boundaries soar again" Evelyn said as she leaned forward.

"You have to get used to this" Evelyn continued, rolling her eyes, clasping Ghani's fingers.

Seriate...