A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Sah

Bylla was still unmoved in place, not even a touch on her shoulder made her stop being stunned.

"Bylla, why are you so quiet?" asked Ella, no matter when it came, she was suddenly standing next to Bylla.

"What, is this a dream? Why___"

"I'm not too late, am I?"

The voice of the man who had just entered the room, made Bylla turn away quickly. He knew the owner of the voice, Rubben.

"Sir Rubben." Bylla looked at Rubben's appearance. Pants combined short shirt white color. Although the clothes seem neat, but it is not a wedding dress.

"I came to see your marriage, Bylla married Ghani" Rubben said with a smile.

Bylla turned towards Ghani, the man moved, and stepped closer to her. Bylla's heart was beating fast, what exactly was going on?

"Bylla, you want to marry me?" Ghani smiled as she raised both eyebrows.

"This is actually, this is why it's like this? Ma!" Bylla turned, and looked at her mother. Hope to get detailed explanation.

"Love must not have. Letting someone we love be happy in their own choice is what true love means" Rubben said before Ella could open her voice.

Bylla gasped, she remembered that sentence was spoken to Ghani, five days ago.

"Sir Rubben, you___"

"Yes, I was there at the time. I was expecting you to meet Ghani under the tower, because it's your favorite place. Since 06:00 I have arrived, and from there I know that your heart is not for me. Maybe our marriage is on the verge of an eye, but what's the point, if all that just makes you tormented. You and Ghani love each other, it's unethical that I would be a barrier between you. Bylla, I'm happy, if you're happy" Rubben said with a smile.

"You, are you there, brother?" ask Bylla.

"Yes, I did it on purpose, because I want to know how you really feel. I shed tears as you and Ghani hugged each other in tears. I feel like I'm the worst person, Bylla. My love, my ego, it hurt you" Rubben said with a sad look.

"I'm sorry Brother, I___"

"Don't apologize, while it's not too late, let's fix this. After you left, I went to Ghani, I had a long conversation with him. I know you won't leave me, because you don't want to hurt me. So now, I'm the one who left you, because I know that together we hurt you" Rubben concluded.

"What about Mom and Dad?" Bylla was used to calling her future father-in-law that name.

"We bless you, Bylla, forgive Rubben, who's been selfish. You know, the heart cannot be forced. Marry the man of your choice, and Rubben, Mama is sure she will find true love. Love that is only sincere about taste, not mixed with ego," said Ms. Mia.

"Mama, I'm sorry Ma." Bylla.

"No need to apologize, Mama understood. Well, now you're getting ready, you're really looking forward to today, aren't you?" fashion Bu Mia.

"Come, Honey!" take Ghani slowly. His warm hands clasped Bylla's fingers, and took a seat in front of the ruler.

Many times Bylla patted her cheeks, afraid that all this was just a dream. Along with Ghani in front of the ruler, something to imagine, he has not dared. After this they will officially become husband and wife, combine love, do many things together. Ahh Bylla's cheeks began to blush imagining all that.

"What do you want to dowry?"

Ghani's whispers spread the reverie of Bylla. Make him look, and look at the owner of a beautiful heart.

"Maharr?"

"Yes, what do you want to dowry?"

"Mmm what yes, mmmm whatever," replied Bylla nervously.

"Don't whatever, it's your right. Let's say!" Ghani.

"Mmm then ten grams of gold only, but if not ready to be replaced___"

"Ten grams of gold, exactly as you asked." Ghani placed a small box on the table. He opened it, and there appeared a necklace with an apple pendant with a blue jewel decoration, very beautiful.

Ten grams of gold was the dowry that Bylla asked for when planning a wedding with Rubben, and now Ghani gave it.

"Cock you're there?" asked Bylla in surprise.

"Because I know your heart." Ghani winks one eye.

"Why don't you say it, you're intentional, yeah." Bylla stared fixedly at Ghani.

"I didn't have time, I paced here and there to take care of various letters" replied Ghani.

"Can we start?"

The voice of the ruler stops Ghani and Bylla talking. Ghani nodded with a smile. As with the others, they all kept silent and followed the path of kabul solemnly.

After the ruler finished leading the prayer, Kairi shook Ghani's hand. A man who will take over his responsibility for Bylla.

"I marry you Ghani Alghibri Bin Almarhum Hariadi with Sasabylla Dela Vinci Binti Kairi Da Vinci with a dowry of ten grams of gold paid in cash." Kairi jerked her hand, as a gesture for Ghani to reply.

Ghani uttered basmallah in his heart, then he chanted kabul ijab.

"I received the marriage of Salsabylla Dela Vinci Bint Kairi Da Vinci with a dowry of ten grams of gold paid in cash." Ghani's voice rang out loud, echoing in the room.

"Well!" sahut they are in unison.

After hearing the 'legitimate' remarks from the witnesses, Ghani grabbed Bylla's head, and held her crown.

"Allahumma inni as 'aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltahaa 'alaih. Wa a'udzubika min syarrihaa wa syarrimaa jabaltaha 'alaih." After finishing saying the prayer, Ghani kissed Bylla on the forehead gently. Thankful that God has truly united them in a halal bond.

Bylla's eyes were glazed over, she was too happy at the moment. Everything is easy if we believe in God's plan. For surely only God knows what is good for his servant.

With tears in her eyes, Bylla kissed the back of Ghani's hand. The rightful owner of the heart becomes husband.

Then they all sing together shalawat, and give thanks to the presence of Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala who has united two people in holy bonds.

Afterwards, Ghani and Bylla asked the parents for prayers and blessings. Bylla hugged her mother tightly, shedding a tear on her shoulder. He hugged his father, crying.

"Don't cry son, it's your happy day. After this Ghani who takes full responsibility for your life, follow what he says, dedicate to him! Your paradise is no longer on the parents, but on the husband's ridho. You have perfected half your religion, in the future be a better person" Kairi said to her daughter.

"Yes Pa, sorry if all this time I've been wrong with Papa. Pray that my household will be given the ease of Pa" replied Bylla.

Then Bylla let go of her embrace, and now Ghani changed into Kairi.

"I believe you're a good man, that's why I'm giving up my daughter to you. Don't let down my trust, please him and lead him down the right path. If he is wrong, remind him well. In a household, disputes are natural. But that does not mean there must be violence and tears, all problems can be solved with a cold head. If you hurt him, I won't hesitate to take it from you" Kairi said.

"No Pa, I wouldn't be rude to him in the least. I'll always make her happy, I won't tarnish Papa's trust." Ghani let go of his embrace.

After that, one by one the relatives congratulated Ghani and Bylla. Including Andra, Suci, Keyvand, and also Rubben. While congratulating, Rubben gave a gift box that did not know what it contained. Then he resigned, which was followed by several other relatives.

"Byl, take your husband to rest, while there is time, so that later tonight will not be tired when meeting guests. Hundreds of you know, the party must have ended late at night" Ella said.

"Yes Ma, then we go upstairs first, yes" replied Bylla.

"Hmm now cheerful, yesterday was just jarring," said Keyvand.

"Vand!" Bylla glared sharply at Keyvand.

"We go upstairs first, Ma" Ghani said.

"Yes." Yeah." Ella nodded with a smile.

"Three days you know Ghan he's not bathing, get ready for a mask!" keyvand shouted as Bylla and Ghani had climbed the stairs.

"Keyvand!" yelled Bylla with a sharp shot.

"I'm really, right?" Keyvand raised his eyebrows while laughing.

"Keyvand!" This time it was Andra who said. He looked at his son sharply.

"Joking Pa," said Keyvand.

A few minutes later, Bylla opened the door to her room. Shy, haru, happy, mixed into one. As newlyweds, both in the room, ahh roughly what will happen next.

Bylla sat on the edge of the bed, having placed a gift from Rubben on the table. With a blushing face, Bylla looked at Ghani who was still standing before her.

"Ghani, aren't you sitting?" ask Bylla. His heart thumped as Ghani stared at him without a blink.

"Ghani?" Ghani raised both eyebrows.

"Mmm I mean Mas Ghani" said Bylla.

"No, don't mas. I'm a year easier than you, so don't call me mas" Ghani said.

"Then?"

"I want a friendly call, baby, or hubby. Besides, if the mas is already a lot, different little, 'will be husband and wife." Ghani sat next to Bylla, looking at her.

Bylla changed her seat, facing Ghani. The two pairs of netra meet each other in a very close distance.

"Alright, then I'll call you Mon cherie, and you should call me Ma cherie. Friendly, and nothing equaled. How's it?" The charming clear blue eyes stared at him feelingly.

"Truly imported women, mon cherie, ma cherie, what does that mean?" Ghani frowned in wonder. Her sky-loving standing hair suddenly itches for no reason.

Seriate....

Thank you to all the older sisters who still deign to support the novel Seping Asa In A Taste.

It does not feel we have reached the end of Ramadan, may our worship charity in this month be accepted by Allah SWT.

In a few days we will arrive on the day of Fitri. Forgive all wrong and wrong, whether I realize or not. Minal aidzin wal faidzin, apologize born and inner.

Sorry if these days selow update, and can not reply to comments. After Eid, God willing will return to normal. Up regularly, reply to comments also regularly.

Again, thank you and apologize profusely.