A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Prejudice Dilemma

Monday, 26 April 2021

Bylla walked into Mika's room. Since arriving in Paris a few days ago, this was the first time he had visited the main house. Because all this time, he lived in an apartment, near the Eiffel Tower. Hampa, one thing he felt when he first set foot in his sister's room.

Bylla continued to step towards the window, exposing the curtain wide, and letting the solar rays illuminate the room. Then Bylla sat on the chair, staring at Mika's face painting clearly on the table.

"That's when you go, Dek! Even when I can't be a good sister. Ah let alone being a sister, say sorry I haven't had the time," said Bylla.

He grabbed the picture frame, and rubbed it slowly. A smile, which he can now enjoy only through pictures.

Satisfied looking at Mika's photo, Bylla's face was turned on the desk drawer. Without a second thought, he stretched out his hand and opened the drawer.

One thing that caught his attention was the diary. Cute book with a heart-pictured cover, he just grabbed it. Bylla was flipping through the sheets. It turns out that the book is full of scratch characters. Small and neat writing. Very sweet, as sweet as the author's face.

Bylla re-opened on the first page, reading the plan of what Mika wrote. Expressions of sadness over the illness he suffered. Then in the second, third, and fourth sheets, there Mika began to write the name Rubben. The angel-like man who was incarnated in the form of a doctor, as Mika called him.

Sheet by sheet he kept it open. In the middle Mika wrote about feelings. Love begins to grow, with envy and jealousy. Rubben and Bylla were very close.

Bylla continued reading, until she found one bitter fact about Mika. He deliberately kept the illness a secret, so that Bylla would not return to Paris. He wants the parents' affection, as well as Rubben's attention, intact for him. She did not expect Bylla's presence at all. He hated the perfection and luck that Bylla had.

Bylla bit her lip, a reality that was too painful. A sister harbors such great hatred for him.

"I don't understand why God outlines different destinies for us, Dek. And I'd rather not understand why you hate me for this fate" Bylla murmured.

A drop of tear falls down the cheek, shedding along with the gaping wound. Then Bylla grabbed her phone, wanted to contact the lover who from yesterday no news.

Once, twice, three times, up to five times that Bylla called, the operator's answer was still the same. Ghani's number is off, or out of range.

"Where did you go Ghan, from yesterday your number is not active. You're okay, right?"

Bylla stared at the screen of her phone without a blink, hoping for news from Ghani. For a few minutes, the phone remained silent. No messages or calls.

Bylla put her phone back in the bag. Her soft lips were a little manyun, it was obvious that she was upset. Just as Bylla was about to support her chin, suddenly her phone rang. A charming smile etched unasked.

The smile turned out to be only fleeting, as Bylla was again disappointed as she stared at the number that called out to her. It turned out that the phone was from Leon, not Ghani.

"Hallo," said Bylla lazily.

"Hallo Bylla" Leon answered quickly.

"What's up, brother?" ask Bylla.

"You've seen the news yesterday .. and today?" Leon asked back.

"Yet, why?"

"There are two more viral news here, many television stations that broadcast. Try searching the internet, there must be!" answer Leon.

"What's the news, brother? I'm not interested in gossip" Bylla said.

"Relatedly? These two stories have something to do with you, Byl!"

"Huh, seriously!" yell Bylla.

"Not you, but someone close to you. Yesterday's news concerns Reymond, and today's news concerns ... Ghani," Leon said quickly. "Bylla, no matter what happens, you have to be tough!" continue in a slow voice.

"Sister, what do you mean?" ask Bylla. His heart began to shake. Hearing Ghani's name, a feeling of restlessness and uneasiness, began to crack open.

Without a word, Bylla ended the phone. He quickly glided through the virtual world. Looking for trending news in Indonesia.

One of the first news that caught the net was the news about Frans Been Jackson.

"Actually pity Om Frans, but how else. All actions must be accounted for" murmured Bylla. After he finished reading the news.

Then Bylla swiped the phone screen down. And his eyes widened when he looked at the news about celebrities.

The Vocalist Has Been Leaving Her Single Time

A line of titles that can shake the heart of Bylla. What's more, there are the faces of Ghani and Evelyn who are hugging friendly at the beach.

What the hell does this mean?

Bylla opened the article, and read it carefully. It says, if last night Ghani Alghibri and Evelyna Patricia let go of each other's singles. They had a wedding at the groom's residence.

In addition to the article, there is also a video. Starting from the agreement, to congratulations from relatives and close colleagues. According to the source, the wedding party is quite simple. They did not invite many people to attend the event. There are some who argue, if they deliberately give a surprise.

News began to spread on the internet since the early hours of the morning. And there was no protest or comment from the two brides. That means, they have agreed with the news.

It didn't feel like Bylla's tears just dripped. Moisten the phone screen that displays the face of the lover with other women.

"Is this the answer to my anxiety, Ghani. You haven't heard from me since yesterday, is this what made you do that?" mumbling Bylla.

As if there was a sharp object that stabbed right in the heart. Pain and soreness, even the pain to the stifling of the chest. Is this like love? Beautiful in the beginning, and always ending in wounds.

The words of Rubben, passing in memory. A series of sentences he made when he met at the funeral.

I never loved Mika, I just felt sorry for her condition. Bylla, from a long time ago until now, the woman I love is you. I waited a long time for you to come back, to express this feeling. You believe in it, don't you, with the magic of first love?

Sorry, brother, I can't. I've loved another man, even I've planned a wedding with him.

That was the answer Bylla gave. Rubben asked who his girlfriend was.

Well, if you do love another man, I understand. But, to be honest, I'm less willing if you're in a relationship with a singer. As the star, his life must have been a lot of theatrics. Bylla, aren't you afraid, her feelings for you are also pretending?

A line Rubben spoke, knowing who Bylla's lover was.

"No, Ghani can't possibly lie to me. She loves me, she promised to marry me." Bylla shook her head with tears.

"I have to ask him for an explanation" murmured Bylla.

Then he tried to contact Ghani for the umpteenth time. But again the number is still inactive, no matter what happens to him. Various prejudices began to swirl in his brain.

Bylla was overwhelmed by unrest until nightfall. When the sun had changed, Bylla was still waiting for news from Ghani. Two days later, the man disappeared. While cyberspace, continue to air marriages involving him.

Is this marriage a charade, or is her feeling for me pretending?

One question that brought Bylla into a dilemma. Keep teasing, until his mind churns.

"I'll wait for you until tomorrow, Ghani. If in the next 24 hours, you don't explain. All right, I take your feelings for me as just pretending," Bylla muttered softly.

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