A Piece of Asa In A Taste
When Feelings And Situations In Intersections

A few minutes later, Bylla had not looked up. He even enjoys the breeze that wipes his long hair.

"Bylla!" call Ghani.

Bylla simply closed her eyes and let her tears continue to drip. In fact, now both his shoulders move up and down in rhythm with the sobbing.

"Bylla!"

"It's all over, Ghani. Whatever I feel, I can't cancel this marriage. In just five days, what can I do, Ghani?" Bylla looked up and looked at Ghani with tears in her eyes.

"So right, aren't you still feeling for me?"

"Yes, I love you so much. That's why I was so sick when I saw the news about you. The pain made me disappointed and desperate, and then did not dare to hope again. When I was down, Brother Rubben came with the love he had saved for a long time. I'm sure, until anytime I won't fall in love again. That's why, I accepted her proposal. I never thought that this was all a misunderstanding" Bylla explained at length.

"Why do you doubt me, Bylla? Why?" ask Ghani. "Now it's all clear, we both still love each other. Don't you want to change your decision, Bylla?" Ghani cupped Bylla's cheeks and looked at her lovingly.

"I'm sorry, Ghani. From the beginning, your job made me jealous. That's why, my trust is getting eroded more and more. Compared to your co-star, I am so lacking. Me, i___"

"I understand. I'm sorry, Bylla, should have listened to you and never gone to Jakarta. Bylla, now how do you decide, you're not getting married, are you?" ghani. Then, he wiped the tears of Bylla with both fingers.

"I'm sorry, Ghani. I can't change my decision. I know how painful it is to be left behind before a wedding. I wouldn't do that to anyone else. I don't love Brother Rubben, but I can't hurt him either" replied Bylla.

"Bylla, you can't hurt her, but you can hurt me and hurt yourself. I don't understand your way of thinking, Bylla!"

"Ghani, the invitation has been spread. Everyone knows that in five days my family and Kak Rubben's family are in a bond. If it was suddenly void, wouldn't it humiliate the two families? All this time, I've been giving hope to Brother Rubben, if I suddenly refuse to marry him, how does he feel?" bylla explained the point.

"But, Bylla."

"Ghani, you believe destiny is always beautiful and never wrong. If we're not together, maybe that's what's best for us. But if our destiny is to be together, God must have a way to unite us. I remember one of my teachers giving advice. Make the affairs of others easy, and God will make our affairs easier. Avoid hurting others, then God will keep us from hurt." Bylla stared fixedly at Ghani, hoping that the man would accept her decision.

"But, Bylla, I can't part with you." Ghani's eyes glazed over, she willingly dropped a little self-esteem in front of the beloved woman.

"You know more about religion. You must understand, Ghani. We can plan, but God determines our destiny. If our feelings are sincere and God is meridhoi, believe me, there must be a way for us together, without hurting and without hurting others. Whether today, tomorrow, or later. I cannot stand by you, but your name will always be mentioned in my prayers. Wherever you are, my prayers are with you, Ghani." Bylla wiped a drop of tears that drenched Ghani's cheeks.

Ghani did not answer, but hugged Bylla tightly. It hurts when the taste is still the same, but circumstances do not allow together.

"I understand, I understand very well your intentions, Bylla. From now on, we will live each other's lives. May you be happy with your marriage. Remove your feelings for me so as not to become a sin. Tomorrow I will fly to Indonesia and live my life there. I will also try to erase my feelings for you because it is not right to miss someone's wife. I'm sorry, I can't be there on your wedding day." Ghani rubbed Bylla's hair while tightly hugging her.

"Hopefully in Indonesia you get my replacement. May you be happy, Ghani" whispered Bylla.

The two shed tears in each other's arms. Their lips said long words, but their hearts chanted only one prayer. May the power of God give way together.

When feelings and circumstances are at a crossroads, love is scattered leaving the broken heart rubble. In a similar sense, both rely on the miracle of God.

***

Moments of time passed so quickly. Five days is just an hour. Bylla had not had time to treat the liver injury, time has delivered on the wedding day.

From behind the bedroom window, Bylla could see a clear, beautiful decoration. From the gate to the front yard. Flowers, decorative lights, crystal lamps, all arranged in such a way. Singleship will end today, how will his life be after bearing the status of wife?

Bylla bit her lip, the owner of the heart has been flying to Indonesia since four days ago. How he is now, whether he is sad, whether he is hurt, or he is happy.

MUA's voice ripped the daydream of Bylla. Without answering, he looked back to the front. Looked at her reflection in the mirror.

A long white gems-studded dress, attached to adorn her body. The veil and crown, already prepared on the table, are ready to be worn. Charming ayu face, angel tub. His blue eyes look clear, with black lashes.

"If only my beauty were for Ghani" Bylla's inner self. Unknowingly his memory returns to Ghani.

"Well what am I thinking, this beauty is for my husband. I'm getting married, I can't think of any other man" Bylla said.

After almost half an hour of time had passed, MUA finished dressing Bylla.

"It's beautiful Ma'am, it's just wear high hells alone." MUA thrusts hihg hells to Bylla. Incidentally, the waiter just told them. The guardian and the groom are already waiting downstairs.

"Before Ma'am, put it first" replied Bylla.

Then he picked up a book and a pen on the table. He wrote the ending with Ghani. The owner of the heart returned to Indonesia, and he married Rubben Aljazayn. For a long time Bylla stared at the newly written script, the pain slashed back in the heart.

"Bak, the ruler and the groom are waiting!"

For the umpteenth time, MUA reminded Bylla.

Then Bylla took a long breath. Closing his eyes he prayed, may this be his fate line.

"Come on Ma'am!" take Bylla with you after her heart is set again. Not forgetting he put his book in a drawer.

Then he put on high hells, and sauntered out of the room. MUA helped hold her dress. One by one the steps of Bylla stepped on, faintly the voices of people talking began to sound.

"May this be best for us, Ghani!" inner Bylla.

Bylla continued to walk until she reached the last step of the stairs. The atmosphere in the middle room was clearly visible. On the red carpet on the floor, the whole family gathered. They were gathered with a happy face.

But suddenly his blue eyes narrowed, looking at the face sitting in front of the penghulu. Did he not see wrong?

In front of the ruler, Ghani sat down with a smile. His sturdy body was clad in a formal shirt and suit, hair that stood in love with the sky, covered in black squat. Bylla glanced over here and there, no Rubben, no prospective in-laws, nor any prospective in-laws.

What the hell's going on?

"Sit down, and I'll justify you, Bylla!" ghani said in a loud voice.

Bylla gasped, is this a dream?

Seriate...

Is after this the story sweet thor??

I don't know, I don't know either. All I know is that the author is sweet.

Eittssss don't protest, I'm just following along.

Maksihh yes already support A Piece of Asa In A Flavor until now. Sorry if the conflict is too much, it's nothing, let it fit happy added uhhh.