A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Back to Indonesia

The dawn was still poking shame at the foot of the eastern sky, its kiran looked dimly dyed the clouds around.

Ghani had just come out of the bathroom, his sturdy body clad in shorts. While his chest was left open, without being covered by a thread.

Ghani stepped over while rubbing her hair with a towel. Dots of falling water soaked the beautiful face. Ghani smiled, staring at the wingless angel still curled up under a thick blanket. Ghani approached and sat down next to him.

He looked at the shady face of ayu who was lulled in the dream world. His breathing roar was calm and orderly, as if he was in the most comfortable zone.

"Ma cherie!" call Ghani to wake his wife.

"Ma cherie!" Ghani patted softly on her charming smooth cheeks.

Bylla wriggled softly, very reluctant to open her eyes. Perhaps the dream was too beautiful, so he was too heavy to leave it.

"Ma cherie!" call Ghani for the umpteenth time.

Bylla blinked slowly, the light beam began to be caught by the still-smelling blue bead. When he opened the net wider, one object that caught his attention was Ghani. A man who has not even 24 hours with the status of a husband, is now sitting next to him without wearing a T-shirt. Ahh the chest of that field, reminding him of last night's incident.

Bylla quickly pulled the edge of the blanket, and covered her face. The shame that last night breathed, now comes back.

"Ma cherie, what are you doing? Let's get up, it'll be dawn soon. Take a shower, and we will pray together!" Ghani pulled back the blanket that covered Bylla's head.

"Don't look at me!" Bylla buried her face in the pillow.

"Why, hemm?" Ghani grabs Bylla's hair, which partially covers her face.

"I'm ashamed, you've seen it" murmured Bylla without turning her head.

"Ma cherie, I'm not the only one looking at you. But you saw me too. We are married, now we have each other. No need to be ashamed, yes!" Ghani kissed Bylla's cheek at a glance, then persuaded the woman to stare at him.

"But I'm ashamed" murmured Bylla.

"For a long time will get used to it. Let's help!" Ghani guides Bylla from her sleep.

"Aww!" bylla groaned, as she moved her legs.

"It hurts?" ghani asked with concern.

"Little, but it's okay" replied Bylla.

"Do I need to carry, or___"

"No, I can do it myself. Wait a minute, yeah," concluded Bylla.

Then he inched down, and swung his feet towards the bathroom. He still carries a thick blanket, to cover a plain body like the beginning of being born in the world. Bylla grimaced, enduring the aches and pains that plagued her body. But he tried to smile, embarrassed if Ghani knew what he really felt.

"Ma cherie, are you sure you can be alone?" asked Ghani who suddenly stood behind Bylla.

"Related."

"But you seem to be in pain, I'm just carrying, yes," Ghani said, worried when he saw his wife limping.

"No, I'm fine. You get ready while you wait for me, yeah." Bylla rubbed Ghani's arm, reassuring her husband that she was okay.

"Well then, be careful, call me if you need help!"

"Yes." Yeah."

After a few minutes, Bylla came out of the bathroom. He changed his clothes and then took a face. Then approached Ghani who had spread the prayer mat.

Ghani stood firmly facing the Qibla, and Bylla, he stood behind her. They speak inwardly, preparing to face the Divine. This is the second time that Ghani and Bylla have prayed together. But now it's different. Ghani not only became an imam in prayer, but also an imam in his life.

Both perform compulsory worship solemnly. Together they will draw closer to God, they will make marriage a long worship that delivers the fragrance of heaven.

A few minutes passed, Ghani and Bylla ended the prayer with a greeting. Then Bylla kissed the back of Ghani's hand, and she replied with a kiss on the forehead. Like a rain shower in an arid field, the love they pour is cool and soothing.

Each of them raised their hands, offering prayers and gratitude to the Divine. When they finished, the two moved and prepared to go downstairs.

As she passed by the bedside, Bylla's face immediately blushed. The withered and scattered petals of the rose reminded him of the tempestuous fire of love. Bylla quietly rubbed her stomach, in her heart she hoped that there would soon be a life in there. Although he realized, it was still too early to dream.

Behind him, Ghani commented a wide smile. Staring at the red stains between the white rose petals, happiness filled the entire cavity in the heart. A few days ago, he was pessimistic. He felt there was no way to have Bylla. But thanks to the power of God, all of that became very easy for him.

***

After spending a lot of time there, they returned to Indonesia. They occupy Alina's house, which was previously Boundary's residence. Sehan has flown to Malaysia, taking care of the work there, while taking care of Alina. The little girl lived, and studied in the Neighborhood.

Alina's family-owned business in Indonesia, Sehan entrusted Ghani. With Bylla's guidance, he'll learn to do business. He tried to carry Sehan's mandate well.

However, before living in Jakarta, they first returned to Surabaya. Meet Mr. Louis, Ms. Mirna, Arron, and also the children. Three days they stayed there, and this morning, they just arrived in Jakarta.

Tonight, they will be attending a reality show hosted by Livay. Not back to being an artist, but Ghani will resign. At once confirm the public, if the Boundary vocalist returns to his original position.

"This is good, what is this?" Bylla shows two veils in different colors.

"All would be good, if it's stuck in your body. Any color will not affect the object that is clear beauty," said Ghani who then made Bylla blush.

"Mon cherie, I'm serious." Bylla lowered her head, hiding her blushing face.

"I'm also serious, you're beautiful, and you'll always be beautiful." Ghani approached Bylla, and stood right in front of her.

Bylla lowered her head, staring at the toe that was almost covered with the tip of the robe, while inhaling the smell of bvlgari that came out of the husband's body.

"Are you quiet? What's interesting down there, to the point of reluctantly looking at me?" Ghani grabbed Bylla's chin, and guided her to a face lift.

"You've always flattered me like that, I'm ashamed" said Bylla.

"I did it, because I really like to look at your blushing face" Ghani said.

"Mon cherie!" yell Bylla.

Ghani laughed crisply, then grabbed the body of the wife, and let out a long brow.

"I don't really understand fashion, Ma cherie. But ... Maybe this one's a better fit." Ghani pointed at the light blue tufted veil.

"If I wear this one, yes."

Ghani answered with a nod.

Then Ghani sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the movements of the wife who was putting on the veil. In the reflection of the glass, a shady face is clearly visible, the horns are graceful and soft. Beautiful soul mate that God sent for her.

***

Glittering crystal lamp, illuminating the elegant airy space. Among the well-organized chairs, some people seemed to sit while talking and joking. Ghani and Bylla stepped together into the room. The two hands clasped each other, reflecting intimacy in the bond.

Ghani looks handsome with a suit and formal suit. Her hair was left standing in love with the sky, a hallmark of a Ghani Alghibrani. Next to him, stood a beautiful woman who owned a clear blue bead. Almost perfect body posture covered loose robe of tosca blue color, in line with the veil of light blue.

Ghani let out a long sigh, while setting her foot inside the room. For the umpteenth time he went to this place, and every time it happened, he had indirectly hurt the lover. But this time no, he will reveal the real facts. Who is Bylla and what is her status. He would introduce her to the public, as true love.

"Ghani, you've finally come too. We missed you, man!" Satya scatters, approaching Ghani. Hugging, while patting his back slowly.

"Congratulations Ghan, you finally got married to the girl of your dreams." Bryan went on the run.

"I'm sorry, we can't wait for your kabul ijab" said Arsen, who also approached.

At that time they had already booked a plane ticket. As a person who does not have a lot of wealth, the price of French-Indonesian tickets is quite expensive. That's why they can't just cancel his return.

"May this be a wonderful start for all of us." Rizki followed.

Each of them hugged Ghani. Since their separation in Paris, this is their first time together.

"Aminn, thank you everyone. Oh yeah, this is my wife, Bylla." Ghani smiled as she looked towards Bylla.

Then they all greeted Bylla while mentioning her name.

When they were talking and joking together. Suddenly there was a voice that surprised Bylla.

"Bylla!" call someone who just came.

Bylla turned her head quickly, in her heart she felt familiar with the voice. And the next moment he squinted his eyes. Sure enough, the owner of the voice is someone who he never expected to attend.

Seriate...