A Piece of Asa In A Taste
A Piece of Asa In A Taste

A gentle touch on the fingers, awakening Ghani from the reverie. He had not yet found the answer, but his lips covered a big smile, when he saw the wife laughing crisply.

"Why is it silent?" asked Bylla in between her laughter.

"There's no answer, because I don't know what it means" Ghani said quickly.

"Mon cherie, ma cherie, that's a affectionate call in French, a kind of my darling. Mon cherie calls women to men, while ma cherie calls men to women. But it's not always used to call a partner, sometimes it's also used to call a child or sister" said Bylla.

"Oh so." Ghani nodded slowly.

"So, you agree?"

"Again, Ma cherie." Ghani brought her face closer, and smiled sweetly.

Bylla lowered her head to hide the increasingly blushing face. But shortly afterwards, Ghani grabbed his chin and forced a look.

"I'm not satisfied looking at you" said Ghani.

"You've been looking at me a lot" said Bylla.

"Yes, but I I'm never satisfied. This face is so beautiful that I don't know how to turn." Ghani stroked Bylla's face gently. Then he grabbed her waist, and laid her on the bed.

"Mon cherie, what, what are you doing?" ask Bylla. He was extremely nervous while lying in such a close distance.

"Something's fun, it's husband and wife, isn't it?" Ghani raised both eyebrows while smiling.

"Mmmm me, i___"

Ghani grabbed Bylla's body even tighter, so there was no longer any distance between them. Then Ghani leaned his head on the neck of the wife who was still covered in a veil. Ghani closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of Bylla's body that made his heart palpitate.

"I love you so much, Ma cherie" whispered Ghani.

"I love you too, I'm really happy to be married to you. My feeling this second, was much different from how I felt this morning. This is the most beautiful gift of my life, Mon cherie" replied Bylla in a whisper. Unknowingly her tears melted down her cheeks. He was too happy with the gift God had given him.

"Destiny is always beautiful. God has many ways of turning the impossible into the possible. Efforts will not be in vain, if accompanied by prayer. For God alone knows what is best for His servant." Ghani rubbed Bylla's back.

"Yes, you're right. Mon cherie, guide me into a better person. All this time my faith is still weak, please lead me to be closer to Him" said Bylla.

"I am your priest, I have taken full responsibility for your life. I must have tried hard to bring you in good. Ma cherie, if I ask you for one thing this second, would you be willing?" Ghani let go of his embrace, and stared fixedly at Bylla.

"One thing what?" ask Bylla.

"Let's sit down!" Ghani invites Bylla out of her sleep. "Don't cry, it's our happy day." Ghani wiped the tears of Bylla as the two sat facing each other.

"I'm overwhelmed" replied Bylla. "What kind of thing do you want?" connect Bylla.

Ghani did not immediately answer, he stood up, and took something from behind the suit he was wearing. A thin white fabric that folds small. Then Ghani spread out the cloth, and covered it on the top of Bylla's head. Then he held both of his wife's hands.

"Ma cherie, marriage is a long worship, let us remind each other and together improve ourselves, towards the path of the diridhoi. I also have many sins, many prohibitions that I have broken, just for money. But, as long as there is intent, there must still be forgiveness. Ma cherie, I hope you can do one of your duties as a woman, close the aurat, "ghani said seriously.

Bylla pulled both ends of her lips together, forming a smile, "I'll do it. Actually, I've had that intention for a long time, but .. I'm still not ready. My character is far from being kind, and I have not yet been able to cultivate a sense of sincerity in my heart. But now I feel sure, because my priest asked me to do it."

"Ma cherie, you're wrong" Ghani said.

"Wrong?"

"Nature and hijab, it has nothing to do. Good or bad attitude of a woman, closing the aurat is an obligation. It is not morality that is a reason to close the aurat. But by closing the aurat, we have reason to improve morals. Don't wait sincerely, just do it while you still have to. Because gradually, compulsion will become a habit, and from habit we will find a sense of sincerity. Not because of me, you want to close the law, but do it because it is your duty" said Ghani.

Bylla moved from her seat, she looked up and looked at her husband. Getting an imam like Ghani, a happiness he felt could no longer be captured with words.

"From you I learned so much, thank you for being present in my life." Bylla hugged Ghani tightly, leaning her head against her husband's chest.

"I'm also glad you're in my life, Ma cherie." Ghani grabbed Bylla by the shoulder and leaned her chin on the top of her head.

After a long time dissolved in a friendly embrace, now the two let go of each other. Two pairs of eyes look up, expressing love that is not enough through speech.

"Now, may I ask you something?"

"Something?" Bylla was a little nervous.

"Ma cherie, she said you have a book for me, where?" ghani said with a big smile.

Bylla let out a long sigh, apparently not the intimate thing that Ghani meant.

"Sit here, and I'll show you!" Bylla pointed at the edge of the bed, and then walked to the table. He picked up the book he had stored in the drawer.

"This is my story with you. From the first time you bumped into me, then we were acquainted, close, in a relationship, and until we parted ways. All I'm writing here, it's in this book that I share both happiness and sadness." Bylla sat down next to Ghani and handed him the thick book she had written from some time ago.

Ghani grabbed the book, and began reading the title. He frowned in wonder, then looked at the last sheet.

"There's a pen?" ask Ghani.

"For what?" Although Bylla asked back, but he went and took the pen that was on the table.

"Last we're not like this, Ma cherie. You married me, not anyone else." Ghani dropped Rubben's name and changed his name.

"I wrote it this morning, I don't know if God has a more beautiful plan" replied Bylla.

"May I change the title?" ask Ghani.

"Please" replied Bylla.

"Seceping Asa Yang Scattered, it means that the despair you have is destroyed and messy. And our story isn't like this, Ma cherie. I'll replace it with a Piece of Asa In A Flavor. When we still keep the same feeling, circumstances force us to separate. We depend on a speck of hope in the relationship. Wouldn't this be more suitable, Ma cherie?" Ghani looked at his wife with a smile.

"Yes, that's very precise." Bylla grasped Ghani's fingers gently.

"Ma cherie, can I read it later?" Ghani closed the book that was on his lap.

"It's okay, there's still plenty of time. I___"

"I'm fascinated by your smile" Ghani concluded. He touched the tip of Bylla's lips with both fingers.

Ghani's touch and gaze was like the electricity that stung Bylla's body. Makes his heart beat fast, and his blood flow heats up.

"Me, i___"

Not yet had Bylla continue his sentence, Ghani had already brought his face closer, eroding the distance until it was not left. One side of his hand reached the waist, and the other side grabbed the nape. Two chewy objects stick together, soaking up the sweetness that makes the soul vibrate.

Very long both of them lulled in pleasure, forgetting for a moment everything around. They were reluctant to stretch the distance, the sweet taste was too beautiful to pass up.

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