A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Meet at the End of Missing

Bylla bit her lips hard. What Ghani said was not wrong, it was something worth appreciating. He works for the future of his foster children, he works to find supplies to marry her.

Bylla was in a dilemma, if she put jealousy forward, it would be tantamount to tarnishing Ghani's self-esteem. Though he tried hard to get to Jakarta, in order to maintain self-esteem in front of his family. She did not want to rely on Bylla, as a man, she was trying to rely on herself.

But if it supports Ghani's opinion, his heart is sliced with pain. Imagining Ghani who always plays roles with beautiful models, he is really afraid that the drama will become real.

"Bylla!" call Ghani.

"Mmmm yes." Answer Bylla.

"Why are you silent, if there is still something to block say it," said Ghani still in a soft tone.

"Mmmm Ghani, if you only work in the office, how? I can help you get that job" Bylla said carefully.

"Bylla, I'm not an educated man. Wherever I could work in the office, I could not struggle with rows of numbers and letters. I'm not that smart as Bylla." Ghani.

Again Bylla was silent, which Ghani said was true. Being an employee in the office must be smart, agile, and also creative. Ahh Bylla again thought hard, how to get Ghani back by still getting a decent job.

"Bylla trust me, this feeling will never change, even if I'm away from you. Maybe I do play a role with other women, but this is just the role of Bylla, not real. If I have enough, I'll marry you soon. I'll introduce you to the public, as my real partner. Bylla please don't doubt my feelings" Ghani said.

"I have no choice but to respect your decision. Ghani, I hope you can keep your promise." Bylla in her heart.

"I understand Ghani, forgive me for being jealous and doubting your loyalty." Bylla.

"No need to apologize, I should have said that. I'm sorry, I'm insensitive and put you in doubt. From now on, I will try not to lie down anymore, and I will contact you more often" Ghani said.

"Thank you Ghani. I've put my heart to you, don't tarnish my trust, yes" Bylla said.

"will not. Bylla, to me you are bound by the brightest star. Grabbing you is the most beautiful thing in my life, so where might I let you go. I was the luckiest man, when I managed to hold you. Having you was my biggest dream, Bylla." Ghani answered seriously, an answer that accelerates Bylla's heartbeat.

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Seconds and seconds tick into minutes, and minutes change into hours and days. Time continued to roll, not feeling three months had passed since Bylla left her wheelchair.

Three months of Bylla surviving with a brace, and undergoing routine therapy every day. And finally hard work came to fruition, now Bylla has healed as ever. His foot was able to tread perfectly, he stepped and walked like a human in general.

In accordance with the original plan, Bylla will visit Paris after recovering from her paralysis. And next month, he and his mother will fly to a corner of the European Continent. As for his father, he had already left there since today. There are big projects that need their handling.

Bylla and Ghani's relationship is getting closer, they are open to each other and forgive each other if there is a misunderstanding. Although sometimes Bylla feels jealous, and uncomfortable with the profession of Ghani. But he tried to understand, he tried to brush off his ego for the sake of the permanence of their relationship.

Last night, Ghani arrived in Surabaya. He visited the land of birth, on the sidelines of his busy life. Ghani returns home to visit Bylla, as well as her foster children. He wanted to meet the lover who had just recovered from his paralysis. Also found Alina who was sick with fever.

Although given only three to four days, Ghani was happy. At least he can let go of longing for his loved ones.

This morning, the sun started to crawl up. It spewed out its warm golden radiance. Ghani, Arron, and the children were sitting together in the living room. Ghani smiled, staring at the room that looked more worthy than it did in the past.

If there used to be only mats, now there is a wooden table complete with chairs. The wall that peels off, has been renovated for the better. In the corner of the room, looks a bookcase with a large enough size. That's where children keep their textbooks and knowledge.

Alina curled up in Ghani's arms, the little girl was sick. His body was hot, but he felt cold. His face and lips looked pale, Ghani was very worried, and he was going to take him to the hospital.

"About three Bang dailies, I've taken her to the clinic twice. But, again the fever relapsed." Answer Arron.

"Maybe he misses Bang Ghani, since a week ago Alina always delirious, calling the name of Abang," said Bayu while looking at Ghani.

"Yes Bang, Bayu is right. Even when there was a drawing assignment, he drew himself and Bang Ghani, sitting together under a tree." Ian interrupted.

"I see," Ghani murmured softly, rubbing Alina's hair a little messy.

"Forgive Abang Alina, Brother left you for quite a long time," Ghani said in her heart.

Ghani looked at the little girl curled up in his arms. His eyes closed, but his lips twitched, clearly visible if he was very cold.

"Wait a minute, Alina, the Aunt will be here soon. Brother will take you to the hospital, brother will take care of you until healed," said Ghani as he tightened his arms.

According to the plan, Ghani will take Bylla for a walk. But due to Alina's unhealthy condition, Ghani postponed his plan. Bylla offered to drive them to the hospital. And Ghani, he accepted Bylla's offer. Because honestly, he also missed that woman a lot.

Shortly after, Bylla's red car stopped in front of Ghani's house. Ghani smiled, but her heart beat was racing. Meet the woman he loves, after a long time living in a different corner. Ahh what should he do?

Ghani lowers Alina down, and covers her with a thick blanket. Then he moved from his seat. He stepped out of the house, and welcomed the figure of the woman who had just exited his car.

They meet each other's eyes. Bylla's blue bead seemed to lock her gaze, and make Ghani unable to turn away the goods at once.

Bylla commented a thin smile, while continuing to step closer to the figure of the man she had always missed. It is like a dream, if the man really incarnates in a real form.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Say Bylla slowly.

"Getishalight." Ghani replied in a soft voice.

"Ghani, this, this is really you" Bylla said after standing right in front of Ghani. He looks nervous and misbehaving.

Ghani did not reply, but he hugged Bylla tightly. He let go of his longing. The figure of the woman who is always present in dreams every night, now she is really present in front of him. They really meet at the end of a longing that is growing.

Bylla moved her hand, she returned Ghani's embrace tightly. Bylla closed her eyes, enjoying the love that held her warm. A drop after a drop of clear water, seeped out from the corner of his eye.

"Why crying?" whispered Ghani near Bylla's ear. He felt something wash over his shoulder.

"I'm moved" replied Bylla with a whisper.

Shortly after, Ghani let go of his embrace. He looked at Bylla with a smile. Then he wiped the tears of Bylla with both fingers.

"We're happy, don't shed tears. Forgive me for coming home late, I'm sorry for creating a longing between us" Ghani said with a finger still on Bylla's cheek.

Bylla gave a big smile, but her tears came back. Meeting with Ghani, as if his love blossomed and blossomed.

Bylla stared fixedly at Ghani. The man's face turned almost 180 degrees. Her skin looks whiter, her hairstyle looks more fashionable, and her appearance is much more elegant. Staring at Ghani who is like now, as if he could not believe if he was just a busker and porters building.

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