A Piece of Asa In A Taste
The Owner is Missing

The sun began to lean westward. Bright blue sky with vibrant mega decorations. A foreign breeze swept over the burly bodies that were standing in admiration.

Ghani and his entourage had just landed at Charles De Gaulle Airport, Paris International Airport. They were waiting for the car and the guide who came to pick them up.

Among them, none of them could speak French. I can only speak English, but not all.

To prevent various obstacles, Tommy hired a guide, so that the filming process runs smoothly. It just so happened that he had contacts in Paris, so it was easier to find a guide and a place to stay.

"Well, it's beautiful! The wind is cold warm, where the girls are cute all, make cool eyes," Bryan sings.

Just now a bunch of teenage girls flashed in front of them. White skin, blue eyes, brown hair, that's the hallmark of the majority of women there.

"Smake it yes, but the clothes are less material. Instead of being cool, there was even cold heat," said Arsen with a tail of eyes that looked at a woman next to him.

Her face is beautiful, but her body is only wrapped in a very minimal dress. Sleeveless, low chest piece, and long way above the knee. The hair is intentionally high bun, so that the back skin is clearly emblazoned.

"Don't look at Sen, I don't have a trance, you know," teased Satya with lips that reviewed a slanted smile.

"Mubazir Sat" said Arsen without turning his eyes.

A short answer that invites laughter of Boundary personnel.

But there are those who remain unmoved, namely Ghani. From the first time he set foot in Paris, the man did not open his voice, nor merely comment on a smile.

Staring at the foreign susana around him, Ghani's mind was fixed on the woman who always incarnated in the longing room. Of the many blue eyes and brown hair that passed, he really hoped one of them was Bylla.

"I'm already in the country you live in, Bylla. I really want to meet you. God, please give us a way back. You who are almighty know how the servant feels, "ghani's mind in the heart.

"Ghan, how about daydreaming?" asked Evelyn who was suddenly already standing next to him.

In the song My Love, again Tommy paired Ghani and Evelyn.

"I'm amazed, the place is so beautiful." Ghani commented on the bland smile.

"Love the figure of a woman who lives in one corner," Ghani said in his heart.

Evelyn had not yet answered Ghani's words, suddenly her phone shook. Evelyn saw it, it turned out that there was an incoming message from someone.

Do as I say! Make no mistake, this is the only way to keep him quiet!

Evelyn smiled back, and she kept her phone.

"A very easy job, even while closing my eyes I will not fail" Evelyn said.

***

Early in the morning, even before the break of dawn Ghani had opened his eyes. His whole body was in pain due to the long journey. He pulled out his blanket and got up. On the right and left side, his friends were still asleep.

Tommy invites them to stay at a hotel not far from the Eiffel Tower. But he only rented four rooms, so Ghani and other personnel had to stay in one room.

Paris is a crowded city. If the clue was just close to the tower, it was quite difficult. Because so many apartments are standing around the Eiffel Tower.

Ghani went to the bathroom, cleaned himself and took the water. To fulfill his duty as a Muslim. Then he nodded while raising his hand.

"O Allah, for a long time, the feelings of the servant have never changed. Although there has been no time to meet and explain everything. O Allah, give ease in the life of the servant. Give way so that the servant can escape from this work. Servants do not want to constantly dissolve in lies, nor do they want to constantly dissolve in what You forbid. Only to You servant dependeth, O God, please give me a beautiful way." Ghani rubbed his face with both hands.

Ghani closed her eyes, recalling every scene she had with Evelyn. Since the wedding news that day, Tommy often makes a pretty friendly scenario. Like kissing forehead, stroking shoulders or neck, hugging and staring at each other in a very close distance. Ghani knew it was all sin, but he had no power to resist it.

Long enough Ghani contemplated his life, until the sun began to rise and shine his light. One by one his friends began to open their eyes, and prepare to welcome the task today.

According to the planned schedule, today they have started filming. Due to time constraints, there are no days to relax.

Seeing his friends ready, Ghani got up from his seat and joined the others. They had breakfast for a while, before leaving for the location.

***

True love.

A feeling that comes slowly and for no reason.

Nevertheless, only a handful of people are able to apply.

The rest, they measure love through treasure and likeness.

Love, it comes with a million flavors.

Sometimes it incarnates light, providing light and warmth, like the sunlight that illuminates the mortal realm.

However, sometimes love also incarnates glass shards. He incised deep wounds, broke hearts, and buried himself in darkness.

Love, don't be too proud.

Let it flow like water, let it blow like the wind. Simply the flow of time that answers, to where, and what kind of love that comes greeting. Remain in confidence, God will never be wrong in choosing the path of destiny for each of His servants.

When you feel yourself, remember, there is still a God who is always there for you.

When there are no more shoulders to lean on, remember, there is still a floor to prostrate on. Only God is a place that never goes wrong. Only God, the owner of a beautiful destiny.

Just as fate has been outlined to two people who stand facing each other, both are glued and unmoved in their respective places. Only God knows what their next path will be. Will stay apart, or get back together.

They are Ghani and Bylla, two long-dead human children. For some reason now God has brought them together there, in a garden, under a tower. There's no word they can say. The two just dive into each other's eyes, in search of a glimmer of love that is still expected.

The two set foot, reducing the distance between them. Two pairs of eyes remained in sight, as if revealing each other's contents. I don't know if it's a miss, whether it's a wound.

A lot of things they had been through in the past few years, bitter things that left both of them tormented in pain.

Seriate...