A Piece of Asa In A Taste
The Beautiful Panorama

"Alina, just shut up?"

Alina gasped, Ghani's voice seemed to wake her from a nightmare.

"Bang Ghani! Bang Ghani why!" cry out to Alina after regaining her consciousness. She screamed hysterically, as she saw Ghani sitting in a hospital bed.

"That's okay, honey. Why are you screaming?" Across the street, Ghani was astonished.

"If Bang Ghani's okay, why are you in the hospital? What's the doctor doing?" ask Alina. At that time, a midwife was standing next to Ghani.

"You misunderstood, Alina. Brother came here not because of illness, but to deliver Aunt Princess. You know, there's a baby grandpa in his belly." Ghani pointed her camera to the side, so Alina could see Bylla lying on the bed.

Alina shouted in excitement, hearing this news, her desire to go home was burning. Then he talked to Bylla, many things he told the woman, including his longing for his hometown.

"What's up, son?" asked Auntie, when she saw Alina soaring. Auntie came by when Alina had ended her phone call.

"Auntie's daughter is pregnant, Bi. Soon I have a sister," replied Alina excitedly.

"Alhamdulillah, Aunty goes along with her horror, son." Aunty placed the chocolate milk in front of Alina, and she sat down next to her.

Alina turned on her phone again. He'll call Arron while he waits for the cold milk. Aunt still faithfully accompanied him, he was also happy to see Alina laughing cheerfully.

Shortly thereafter, the phone connection was connected, but Arron was outside. She is with Melani at a boutique, preparing her kebaya for her wedding. Although disappointed because he could not talk to his friends, but Alina was not necessarily sad. He remains happy, knowing that Arron is getting married.

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You are like a song in my heart

Who called my miss to you

Like the air I hold

You always .

Ghani's voice was melodious, blending with guitar passages and the whirring of the night wind. He performed the song 'Dealova' by the legendary musician Once. The song he used to sing so often with emotion. Bylla's shadow danced in memory every time she performed the song.

Tonight, for the second time Ghani sang the song 'Dealova' right in front of Bylla. But this time, his bead eyes were free to stare and collide with the blue bead belonging to the 'girl in longing'. Unlike the past, which required her to sing while looking down.

Among the dim lights in the garden behind the house, under the vast expanse of starry skies, Ghani plays his melody lovingly. He sings specifically for his women. He did not pay attention to the fingers strumming the strings of the guitar, from the beginning to the end of his eyes did not switch from the object named Bylla.

"Mon cherie, don't keep looking at me" protested Bylla.

Ghani had finished his last quote a few seconds ago, but the man still did not take his eyes off.

"Right, hmmm?" ghani Goda.

"I'm going to be embarrassed" said Bylla.

"I'm just staring at your face, Ma cherie. I usually look at the whole thing and I'm not ashamed, right?" Ghani raised both eyebrows while smiling widely.

"Don't talk like that!" yell Bylla.

"Why?"

"No love" said Bylla quickly.

"Mon cherie, shut up!" yelled Bylla with a sharp shot. Ghani only responded with a loud laugh.

"I want to be romantic again, you ruin the mood" said Bylla with a sweet lips.

"Oh, my wife again wants a romantic." Ghani put down his small guitar, and inched closer to Bylla. Then he cupped both of his cheeks.

"Ma cherie, what are you thinking now?" whiskey Ghani.

Bylla bit her lips, warm breath Ghani who swept her face, making her trapped in the turmoil of romance.

"Me, i___"

"You know what I think is romantic, it's when you look at your face with your eyes and heart. In your breath, in the blink of your eye, there I can find the meaning of love. You know, the most beautiful panorama I've ever seen .. It's the blue bead you have. I love you so much, Ma Cherie, I always feel like I want and want to look at everything that is inside of you" Ghani said softly.

Jemari Ghani rubbed Bylla's cheeks gently, then the eyes of the two back together. In the dimness of the night, they shut each other up and dissolve in a friendly love song.

"Mon cherie, until when are we in this position? Don't you want to say hello?" ask Bylla without taking her eyes off.

Ghani smiled, the happiness in her heart growing. Then he looked down, looking at the hand of Bylla who rubbed her own stomach. Without many words, Ghani crouched down in front of Bylla. He rubbed his wife's flat stomach.

"Good night Papa's son, be well there. Papa and Mama can't wait to see you, we love you so much, son." After saying a few words, Ghani kissed Bylla's stomach long enough.

Ghani closed her eyes, she was so grateful for the gift God gave her. Send out a soul mate as perfect as Bylla, and also let her tutelage grow in Bylla's womb. Gratitude and happiness can no longer be expressed in words. It is too beautiful a lifeline that God destined for her.

Yesterday afternoon, was the first time they knew the presence of the baby. According to doctors, the fetus in Bylla's womb has reached the age of five weeks. She was very healthy, and so was her mother.

After hearing the news, Ghani immediately prostrated. He shed tears, while giving thanks.

Shortly thereafter, Ghani's calm was disturbed. Not because of the rustling of the wind, but because of the faint sound of sobs.

Ghani looked up, and found Bylla wiping some tear hairs.

"Why crying?" ask Ghani. His hand stretched out without being asked, he clasped the wife's slightly wet cheek.

"I'm moved" whispered Bylla. "I never imagined I could have such perfect love. I gave up, and blamed the circumstances that brought me to my lowest point. But now I understand why God tested me, because God wants to show the true meaning of love, because God has prepared a more perfect soul mate. I love you so much, Mas Ghani, love you so much" he said.

"I love you too, i__"

"If time could be repeated, I would never love much less be in a relationship with another man. I'll take care of my heart, until I find you" concluded Bylla.

"Don't say 'let's say'." Ghani placed her index finger on Bylla's lips. "The path that God has set out, that is the best path for us. Don't look at the bad side, but look at the silver lining. Past events teach you the meaning of loss. In the future, you will appreciate more what you have, because you already feel the pain of loss. Honey, I never regretted your past. I don't know how many times you've been in love and in a relationship. I don't care, I just want to be the last one. I have no problem with your past love story, the most important thing is that you love me now, want to be my wife, are willing to conceive my son, and are willing to spend the rest of your time with me. That's enough, honey," he continued.

"I don't know what else to say, which I'm obviously very grateful for. Thank you for coming into my life, thank you for loving me. Mas Ghani, I'm happy to be the mother of your children." Bylla clasped Ghani's hand, and kissed him. The happy eyes kept dripping down the cheeks.

Ghani smiled, and then moved on. She grabbed Bylla's body, and let her head rest on her chest.

"Smile! We are happy, don't let your tears become color" whispered Ghani. He kissed the top of Bylla's head.

Awareness is evident in their love. The two never get tired of cultivating a sense in the sacred bond. A relationship so beautiful and perfect that it makes the moon and stars feel envious up there.

Seriate....

Thank you to Sister all who are still loyal to the novel Seping Asa In A Taste. This work has arrived at the end of the story. In a while, I haven't written the stories of Ghani and Bylla. There are only two episodes of yes Kak, hopefully still patient and faithful waiting.