A Piece of Asa In A Taste
A Piece of Asa in Love

The dawn is already rising at the foot of the eastern sky. Crystal-clear dew began to drip as the morning wind whirred.

Amidst the still-dumb ambience of the day, Ghani steps away leaving Evelyn unguarded. Last night, Ghani took her to the hospital. After being given a sedative, Evelyn fell asleep and no longer fussing.

Ghani tries to find clues through Evelyn's cell phone, but unfortunately he finds nothing. Tommy's way of working is very neat. In giving the order, he did not leave the slightest trace.

Ghani walks to a payphone, accidentally turning off her cell phone, and Evelyn's. He doesn't want Tommy to call, and find out where he is. He won't be back before he gets some good news from Livay.

Shortly thereafter, Ghani arrived at a public phone booth. He then contacted Livay, hoping that the man would have seen what he sent last night.

"Hallo," said someone across the street.

"Hallo, Livay it's me, Ghani" Ghani said quickly.

"Ghani, you finally called me too! Since last night I was in the fog, your number died, you accidentally disappeared and made me confused, yes!" livay said slightly raising her voice.

"Sorry Vay, I accidentally turned off my number. I don't want to be contacted by Om Tommy" Ghani said.

"All right, I get it. Where are you now?" ask Livay.

"I'm still in the hospital" Ghani replied.

"Good, stay there! Don't see Tommy before things get sorted out."

"Is that enough evidence?" asked Ghani hesitating. To uncover a big case, it seems that the evidence is still meaningless.

"It wasn't strong enough to put him in jail. But, with this evidence, we can get even greater evidence" Livay said.

"Greater proof, how?" Ghani still doesn't understand.

"With this evidence, the police have the power to inspect Tommy's residence. It was quite a coincidence that he was not home now, so he would not have time to hide something that could be evidence. And secondly, with this tape, it's very likely that Frans or Laras will open their mouths. If there is no hope, why do they still worship the identity of Tommy. Isn't it better to drag, and invite him to enjoy bui together. It's fairer, right?" Livay explained at length.

"The plan is brilliant, I hope everything goes well" Ghani said.

"With the rock of Om Sehan, everything must have gone according to plan. I've been at Ghani's police station, and we've discussed this. Now they are preparing to carry out their respective duties. There were some who slid into Tommy's house, and there were some who met Frans. Once all the evidence has been gathered, they will ask the French police for help. For that, stay hidden, hold on for a while until this business reaches a bright spot" Livay said firmly.

"Yes, thank you for helping me out so much, Livay."

"No need to thank me, I want that. And .. I want to help you not be completely sincere. You know, if I'm expecting anything in return" Livay said.

"Yes, I know. But still I am very grateful," replied Ghani.

"Alright, I'm also grateful to you."

"Yes, then I close, yes" said Ghani.

"Yes, call me regularly. So you know the progress."

"Good."

***

Salsabylla Dela Vinci, an au woman who is six days away from being single. However, it did not make his heart happy. Instead, he felt restless and agitated. The closer the wedding day, the more lazy he is to do the activity. Rubben was his own choice, not a prospective husband of arranged marriage or coercion. But he did not choose it with feeling, but with despair.

One by one the steps of Bylla. Wrapped in long pajamas, and messy hair, Bylla went downstairs. Actually he was very lazy, but Aunt the waiter kept calling him. All the family members were waiting for breakfast together.

"Now I don't believe the proverb, the fruit falls not far from the tree" Keyvand said. His black eyes stared at Bylla.

"What do you mean?" snapped Bylla.

"Mama Ella is like that, Om Kairi is like that, and her son is like that. If only there was no resemblance, I wouldn't believe Byl, if you were their son." Keyvand stared at Bylla from toe to head.

"But if you dare!" Bylla grabbed a bowl of sambal, and was ready to throw it towards Keyvand.

"Bylla, Keyvand, you guys are like kids!" ella shouted with a sharp shot.

"Bylla, sit!" kairi's orders.

"Keyvand it's a restless Pa." Bylla landed her body on the chair violently.

"Vand!" This time it was Andra who spoke up.

Keyvand did not reply, he only responded with a crisp laugh.

"Have breakfast, rarely do we gather kayak gini," said the Holy.

"Yes Aunty" said Bylla.

Then they eat breakfast served with excitement, except Bylla. Fretfulness and restlessness are growing in the heart and soul.

"Om Andra!" call Bylla after breakfast.

"Why Byl?" Andra looked at Bylla while rubbing the corner of her lips with a tissue.

"Om Andra's busy, isn't he?" ask Bylla.

"No, why?" Andra asked back.

"Someone wants me to say .. same Om" said Bylla.

"Bandi byl first, you're a girl, where soon to marry. Usually discipline, why is it now so lazy" said Ella.

"Ghan___"

"Don't say much!" Bylla plucked the apple slices, and threw them towards Keyvand.

"Crazy you Byl!" yelled Keyvand in shock.

Bylla did not answer, she just stared at Keyvand with a sharp shot. Sacred, Ella, and Kairi, they just shook their heads at the manner of Keyvand and Bylla.

"Say to talk to Om, come on!" bring Andra. He knew Bylla wasn't okay.

Bylla smiled as she followed Andra's steps. His relationship with Andra was indeed closer, than with his own father.

They walked up the stairs, and headed towards the third floor. There is an open room, which faces the blue sea water.

Andra and Bylla were sitting on the sofa, they were facing each other. Andra looked at the face of Bylla who kept her head down, so long the woman did not open her voice.

"Bylla, he said he wanted to talk. Let's just say it," Andra said.

Bylla remained unmoved, only tears spoke. A drop of translucent groove fell wetting his arm.

"Bylla!" call Andra.

"The closer my wedding day is, the more I feel uneasy, Om. I don't know if my decision was right or wrong" Bylla said without raising her head.

Andra gasped, not expecting this to be what Bylla felt.

"Do you love others?" ask Andra.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then why did you accept Rubben's proposal? Is there any coercion from your parents, or your future father-in-law?" ask Andra.

"No, it's purely my choice. The man I love is married Om, I couldn't have expected him. I thought, gradually I could love Brother Rubben, but I didn't." Bylla lifted her face and looked at Andra. I hope his uncle can provide the best solution.

"Sometimes love doesn't have to be, Bylla. Letting our loved ones be happy with their choices, that's the true nature of love." Andra looked back at Bylla.

His nephew's blue eyes implied a sad mess. Andra did not ask to retreat. If the man she loves is married, what can you expect? It is better for her to support the woman to marry the man who loves her.

Bylla smiled wryly, it was not really this sentence that she wanted to hear. For the first time, Bylla was disappointed by Andra's reply.

"O Allah, I know Your destiny is always beautiful, but why is this heart broken. I used to accept the proposal of Brother Rubben, for the sake of treating liver wounds. But why the more here, the feeling for Ghani is getting stronger. So long together, why is there still no feeling for Brother Rubben. O Allah, it is impossible for the servant to annul this marriage, and to ruin Ghani's household. But may hope in a desperate piece of love that I feel, "inner Bylla. He opened his eyes quickly, trying to ward off tears that were ready to spill.

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