A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Calling Ghani

As the clock turned, Bylla's smile faded. Staring at the husband who was silently staring without opening his voice, an annoyed feeling slowly burst into his mind.

"Mon cherie, you don't like it, with my cooking?" Bylla lowered her head while twisting the end of the tablecloth. His father's face was filled with sorrow.

"Mmm, no dislike, Ma cherie. But ... Why do you only serve a variety of fruits? It would be very strange if we ate in the morning" Ghani replied.

He looked back at the dishes. Fruit salad, fruit ice, fruit juice, and also fruit salad. Everything at the table, just processed fresh fruit that is more delicious eaten at noon .

"Mon cherie, this is fresh fruit that contains a lot of vitamins. We have to eat a lot of fruit to be healthy and fit - so it works more vigorously" Bylla said excitedly.

"But I'm not full if I just eat this, Ma cherie" Ghani said.

"It's a full table, Mon cherie, when you're not full!" yell Bylla.

"I don't mean it, I .. I need rice, Ma cherie," said Ghani.

"But I want to eat this. Why don't you obey? If you complain like this, how about I get old. I'm ugly, wrinkled, can't satisfy you, can't serve you. Are you going to dump me?" Bylla looked at Ghani with a sad look. As if he really hurt.

"Ma cherie, what are you saying? I love you, there is no way I can do that" Ghani said quickly.

"You lied! If it's love, you won't complain about my cooking!" bylla said with higher intonation.

"Ma cherie, I'm not complaining, I'm just__"

"If you don't complain, eat quickly and don't protest anymore!" bylla.

"But Ma cherie___"

"If you're still talking, you're not in love!" Again Bylla cut off Ghani's words.

Ghani let out a long sigh, while ruffling her hair violently.

"Alright, I'm eating now" Ghani said.

"Want me a bribe?" bargain Bylla with a smile that re-expands.

Ghani frowned in wonder, not long ago he was sad, then emotional, and now back in excitement. Is it that easy for his mood to change?

"Don't you?" Bylla scooped the salad and thrust it into Ghani's mouth.

There was no other choice, so Ghani opened his mouth, and accepted a bribe from a beloved woman. A blend of mayo, cheese, and sweetness of the fruit began to fill his oral cavity. Ghani tried to smile, although the cold was quite agonizing throat.

"Enak, right?" bylla asked, her pair of neutrals emitting twinkles of happiness.

"Yes, it's delicious" Ghani replied lying. He did not want to disappoint his wife. Judging from his strange attitude, Ghani suspects that there is a gift already present in their love.

"Then I take another bribe, yes" said Bylla.

"Yes, and I'm the one who bribed you." Ghani smiled as she thrust a spoon into Bylla's mouth.

"You're always sweet, I'm getting more and more in love." Bylla said while accepting Ghani's bribe.

"That's my life's purpose, making you love more. So that you do not keep the intention to leave me. Even if it's only for a second, I won't be willing, Ma cherie" Ghani said. A charming smile flashed wide on her lips.

"I've never had that kind of intention. Without you it hurts, I don't want to repeat it again" Bylla said.

"Thank God. Oh yes, later to the doctor yuk," said Ghani. They feed each other, while continuing to talk.

"You sick?" ask Bylla quickly.

"Why go there?" Bylla asked again.

"This month the guests haven't come yet, have they?" Ghani asked back.

Bylla gasped, Ghani reminded her of the last guest, who came while they were still in Paris. This month, no guests came. Could she be pregnant? What is the reason, why lately very fond of fruit?

"Ma cherie!" call Ghani.

"Yes, this month my guest did not come. Could it be me___"

"Hopefully. So then go to the doctor, yeah, we'll figure out the answer." Ghani grasped Bylla's fingers gently. She no longer knew how to express her happiness, if Bylla was really pregnant.

"If it doesn't?" mumbling Bylla. He did not dare to imagine more, because the age of his marriage is still too early.

"Well, that Allah has not willed. The important thing is that we know how it turned out. Yes or no, all of us must be grateful" said Ghani with full gentleness.

"Don't be disappointed, if only later I couldn't give you a child" said Bylla.

"Ma cherie, what are you talking about. I will never be disappointed, no matter what. I love everything that is inside of you, whether it is lack, or excess. This love is so sincere, dear." Ghani cupped Bylla's cheek, and then kissed her forehead.

_____

The melodious groove of Pop music fills the silence in one of the houses, in a corner of Kuala Lumpur City.

The little girl with the fingers lent, exhaled a rough breath while stopping her activities. The small brush he put, and now he just silently stared while looking at the unfinished painting.

"Son, why?" ask the middle-aged woman sitting next to him.

"I miss them, Bi," Alina replied without taking her eyes off. He continued to stare at the watercolor scratches that resembled two adult men and seven children.

Bibi who nurtured her since in Jakarta, embraced Alina tightly. The woman knew how Alina was feeling at this moment. Although his life needs are fulfilled properly, he looks lonely. He lost the people who were always with him.

"Let's let Aunt talk to Uncle Sehan. Next month Alina's school is off, who knows she wants to deliver Alina to Indonesia. Don't be sad anymore, yeah." Bibi rubbed Alina's hair gently, while listening to Boundaries' song that had been repeated.

"Bi!" call Alina.

"Hmm."

"I wanted to talk to them, but no one picked up my phone. Bang Ghani, Bang Arron, all ignored me" said Alina with pursed lips.

"They're not ignoring you, honey. Maybe they're busy, so they don't know if a phone is coming in. Now, finish the painting first, after that try to be contacted again, yes," said Bibi persuaded Alina.

"Yes, Bi." Alina smiled broadly. Then he took back his brush, and finished his painting.

Half an hour had passed, and now Alina had her painting done. Then he grabbed his cell phone, and again contacted Ghani-lelaki who became the hero of his life.

The nanny aunt put on a smile, when she saw the twinkle of happiness in Alina's eyes. Then he went to the kitchen, preparing chocolate milk for his little lady.

Alina still stared at the phone screen. For the umpteenth time, Ghani has not yet picked up her phone. Alina's smile began to fade. Endless longing, presenting a sense of tightness in the chest.

"Where are you going, Bang," muttered Alina with teary eyes.

However, before the tears burst out, the phone connection was connected. Alina soared excitedly, while staring at Ghani who was in the other country.

However, the excitement did not last long. Alina immediately shed tears, after realizing what happened to Ghani. His body froze, and he was unable to say a word. Is this what keeps Ghani from answering his phone?

Seriate...