A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Sweet Love For Melani

The sun is increasingly crawling, leaving a beautiful orange tinge that bounces in the open ocean.

Arriano Santuso, or often called Arron. The owner of the fingers is reaching for the jewel ring in his pocket. With a pinched smile, he released his grip on the shoulder of the beloved-Melani Devi Lestari.

"Why, Mas?" melani asked in surprise. He did not know the reason, why Arron suddenly let go.

"Because I want to show you more beautiful things, rather than entanglement," said Arron.

"Oh yeah, mmm what is that?" Melani's cheeks began to blush.

Arron, the man he never saw before, has now managed to steal his sanitary napkin, completely. Even everything that the man did, it was always successful to make him blush in shame.

"Where are your hands." Arron grabs Melani's left hand, and embeds a jewel ring on her ring finger.

"Today, I officially proposed to you. Later that night I'll come to your house, ask you to Mom and Dad. In the near future, I'll justify you, honey." Arron kissed the ring that had been beautifully coiled in Melani's fingers.

Melani covered her mouth, feeling moved by Arron's glorifying treatment. True what Ghani said before, destiny is always beautiful - destiny is never wrong. The presence of Bylla who incised a wound, it also brings wisdom. Thanks to her presence, Melani can see Arron. Feel beautiful to love and be loved. Without Bylla, maybe she'll stay glued to Ghani. A man who never responds to his feelings.

"Mas Arron, you .. are you really going to marry me?" Melani looked at Arron fixedly. The front bangs look messy, because of the increasingly strong beach wind.

"In love, what is a beautiful ending besides marriage? Honey, I sincerely love you. I want to have you and make you happy. We are both adults, it is time to think about the future. You're ready, aren't you, honey?" Arron raised both eyebrows while rubbing Melani's fingers.

"Of course I'm willing, I'm very happy, Mas" Melani replied with a big smile. A charming smile that mingles with the warm atmosphere of twilight.

"I'm happy too, honey. Even this happiness is very difficult to express in words. Getting your love is like a dream. I didn't dare to imagine this at all, honey. It feels .. winning your heart is very difficult" said Arron.

"I'm sorry, I never looked at you. I'm just fixated on someone, who actually never thought of me." Melani let out a long sigh, regretting the time and tears she wasted on Ghani's behalf.

"No need to apologize, your feelings were not wrong. Everyone deserves to be in love, and we cannot choose where our hearts will be anchored. We are grateful, at least with that incident, you and I can meet in a love relationship. If you hadn't been hurt, I might not have had the courage to approach you forever and express my feelings" Arron said. She clasped Melani's fingers tighter, and occasionally tidied up her messy hair from the wind.

"Yes, you're right. Arron, thank you for showing me the most beautiful thing in the world. You want to know, what's the most beautiful thing? Know you, love you, and own you." Melani returned Arron's hand while looking at him.

Two pairs of neutrals clashed against each other, each implying a snow-white sense of love. Until a few seconds passed, both of them were swept away in the memories of the past.

While Melani still loves Ghani, she gets closer to Bylla. Ghani hardly ever met him, he always spent time with Bylla.

In her heart, Melani is very jealous, hates circumstances that are not on her side. But he had no right to vent emotions, from the beginning Ghani never agreed his feelings. The man always rejected her in a subtle way. It's just that Melani never gives up, she insists on keeping her feelings neat. So who's wrong? I don't know, obviously at that time he was very hurt.

Melani slumped in grief, she hugged quietly while draining the remains of tears. While he was at his most vulnerable point, Arron came to him. Offers the chest and shoulders as a place to lean, as well as a place to shed tears.

As time went on, the wounds and wounds faded. His smile began to appear faint. Arron managed to turn on the lamp that had been extinguished. The flame of love that had been gloomy, again shimmered, thanks to his presence.

Often spending time together, Melani gets used to it. Even he felt homesick, when a day just did not greet each other. Then the two got closer, and Arron began to dare to express his feelings. For the first time Melani felt the beauty of being loved, and she did not want to miss the opportunity. He accepts Arron, though he does not yet understand his own feelings. And the longer he realized, that the love slowly blossomed and thrived in the recesses of the heart.

"Honey, it's maghrib. Let's pray first, then go home and see your parents," said Arron disperse daydreams.

Melani smiled, the voice of Adzan was already reverberating from the surau that was there. The beach they are visiting, not just a tourist beach. In addition to cafes and warteg, there are also many houses. That is why, there are places of worship established in the area.

"Come on." Melani receives Arron's hand.

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A month has passed since Ghani and Bylla lived in Jakarta. They started working three weeks ago. Ghani, who is still a layman in business dunis, needs a lot of effort to understand every direction given by his wife. Although sometimes the work is quite racking the brain, but Ghani never gave up. He will learn to be a responsible husband.

"Ma cherie, what's cooking today?" Ghani asked while embracing Bylla's body from behind. Feel the warm body of the wife who is only wrapped in thin pajamas.

Cooking is Bylla's routine every morning, she doesn't want to leave that task to the assistant. As a wife, she is very happy if the husband enjoys her cooking. They had one housekeeper, she was in charge of washing, ironing, and cleaning the house. He arrived at 08:00 in the morning, and returned before 04:00 in the afternoon.

"Stop away!" Bylla let go of Ghani, and stepped away from her husband.

"Why?" Ghani frowned in wonder.

"What perfume you wear, it smells really bad" Bylla said.

"This is the parfume I used to wear, Ma cherie. Don't you like the smell of bvlgari?" Ghani sniffed the shirt he was wearing. There was nothing strange, the smell of the fragrance was the same as the days before.

"It's so bad. Go, you're making me sick!" Bylla covered her nose and mouth with her palms.

"But Ma cherie, i___"

"Take a change of clothes or don't come any closer!" bylla.

"All right, I'm gonna get changed." Ghani took a deep breath, then returned to the room.

Although he did not understand the reason, he complied with Bylla's wishes.

"Don't wear parfumes!"

Bylla's screams echoed. Ghani was able to catch him clearly, despite arriving at the doorway of the room.

"Yes" Ghani replied quietly, whether his wife could hear him or not.

About fifteen minutes later, Ghani exited the room. He had changed his shirt, and this time did not wear a parfume. Ghani went straight to the dinner table, as his wife was waiting for him there.

"Well then, I'll be comfortable with you, Mon cherie. Come eat, I'll cook something special today." Bylla was pampered in Ghani's arm. She led her husband to sit in a chair.

Ghani gasped, his eyes widened wide when he looked at the dishes neatly presented on the dining table.

"Let's eat, I'll get ya" said Bylla with a big smile. Implied twinkle of happiness inside his blue bead.

However, for a few seconds Ghani still pegged. Even he remained unmoved, even though Bylla had filled her plate.

"What's wrong with her?" inner Ghani. He glanced at Bylla and each dish in turn.

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