A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Female Voice

Sania's body trembled, she lowered her head in fear as she closed her eyes, dispelling the tears that were ready to spill. Sania bit her lips strongly, for the first time she felt very sorry for the decision she had taken.

"If I had known it would be like this eventually, I would never have received your proposal Rey. I consider you, because I hope to get a sincere man. But apparently, you're much worse than he is. Why doesn't anyone really love me" wailed Sania in her heart.

"Why shut up, don't accept my divorce, yes!" reymond snapped with a hunting breath.

"Whatever your decision, I accept. But one thing you should know Rey, I love you, I'm really in love, not just looking for an escape" Sania said slowly. He still lowered his head, there was not the slightest courage to raise his face.

"Love, you said love Sania!" reymond snapped still in a high tone.

Then he lifted Sania's chin, and forced the woman to look at him.

"What kind of love are you talking about, Sania! You accepted my proposal, while a fetus began to grow in your womb. Why didn't you be honest in the first place, why, why!" reymond shouted as he gripped Sania's shoulder tightly.

"Sick Rey! Rey, let Rey go! Sick Rey!" sania said while trying to release Reymond's grip. Just this time Sania saw that angry Reymond, I don't know what's wrong with him.

"This "pain that you feel, is not worth the pain that is in my heart. Understand!" reymond.

"Now go! Sleep there and leave me alone. Once again you dare to bother me, I will not hesitate to hurt you, understand!" reymond continued still in a high tone, while releasing his grip violently.

Sania's body staggered slightly, but did not fall down. Sania didn't say a word, let the tears explain how she felt.

Sania gripped the end of her clothes tightly, she endured the pain of slicing through the heart. Sania tried hard to hold the tightness in her chest, she tried to patiently face Reymond who turned out to be very temperamental.

Netra Sania stared at Reymond's departure, going where the man was going, Sania had no guts to ask.

After Reymond's body disappeared behind the door. Sania leaned her body against the wall. Lamenting his fate that was far from good.

"I'm sorry Mama Nak, Mama has not been able to give happiness to you. He who is your real father, is not willing to marry Mama. And he who I wish could be your father, actually hates Mama a lot. I don't know what our future will be like, obviously Mama will try to give the best for you. Pray son, pray that Mama will be patient and strong to live this life," said Sania while rubbing her stomach that began to bulge.

Meanwhile, Reymond went to an empty room located in the corner of the room. He beat up the tables and couches with emotion. He made the furniture a means to vent his anger.

"Armghhh!!" reymond growled while slamming the large vase of flowers that was located beside the table.

The ceramic vase was smashed to pieces, and its flower stalks were scattered on the floor. Reymond looked at her with a pus, then he trampled on the flower with the black shoes he was still wearing.

"Damn it, shit, shit, shit, shit, my life is fucking shit!" swearing Reymond with a hunting breath, until his chest looks up and down.

"Why am I so stupid, why? O God, why did You not open my eyes, why did You allow me to do this stupid thing. Why God, why?" lamented Reymond while sitting languidly on the floor.

His mind was back to remembering Bylla. Women who were sentenced to be paralyzed for a long time, now can walk even though they still use tools.

Reymond felt very sorry, leaving Bylla just for Sania's sake, ahh it was like throwing away her danish pearls for the sake of glass shards.

"I never should have left you Bylla. Know this I'll be waiting for you, and we'll be the happiest couple. Knitting the future with you, ahh it's a very beautiful dream Bylla," Reymond said blankly.

"Do I still have a chance to apologize to you, Bylla? You know, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Bylla." Reymond said on the flower next to his feet. As if within those flower petals, there was a shadow of Bylla who was smiling spoiled.

***

Warm sunlight, gushing into Bylla's bedroom. The graceful lady flicked her window curtains wide, giving more room for the kirana. Bylla closed her eyes while taking a deep breath, enjoying the fresh morning breeze that gave a warm and comfortable feeling.

After enjoying the beauty of the morning, Bylla rushed away from the window. He walked with the help of a buffer device. Bylla intended to go to the bathroom, but before that, she first checked her phone.

Bylla's smile was perfectly reviewed, as her net stared at the message Ghani sent last night.

"Oh so in the studio, I think in the room," Gumama Bylla quietly.

In solitude, Bylla laughed at herself. Why is it so easy to conclude the uncertain. And that thing, was able to keep him awake all night.

"Help the morning breeze that carries a message from me. Ghani, Ghani, it turns out you can fight too. And strangely enough, I really like that" said Bylla, laughing.

Then Bylla began to contact Ghani, wanting to listen to the man's voice directly.

One call, still no answer. Twice, three times, up to four times, the result is still the same. Bylla took a deep breath, put down her phone, and rushed to the bathroom.

About half an hour later, Bylla came out of the bathroom. His body was wrapped in a home dress patterned with small flowers. Her hair was haired carelessly, a little wet and messy, but even increased the level of her beauty.

Trudging, Bylla approached the table, and picked up her phone. He took her to sit on the couch, and called Ghani back.

"Thank you dong Ghan, I'm not angry anymore" said Bylla, waiting for a dull-sounding tone.

After a few seconds, the phone connection began to connect. Bylla smiled sweetly, relieved that Ghani picked up her phone.

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum Ghani!" greet Bylla with a soft voice.

"Getishalight." Answer someone across there.

Bylla nodded in surprise, then checked her phone again.

"True, this is Ghani's number" Bylla's inner self in her heart.

With hesitation, Bylla put her cell phone back on, and her heart churned, when she heard the voice for the second time.

"Hallo, why is there no voice" said the man without guilt.

Bylla was still unmoved, too heavy to speak. Ah let alone speak and answer his words, to utter a word, he is incapable. His tongue felt like a mute, and was unable to move. His brain again filled with negative illusions about Ghani.

Why the female voice?

Who her?

Could they have been together all night?

What the hell are they doing?

What does this have to do with Ghani?

A few questions just popped into Bylla's mind. Questions that demand an answer, and trigger a variety of prejudices and prejudices.

Seriate...