A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Wedding Preparation

The roar of the passing motorbikes mingled with the sound of jokes and laughter. In the house at the end of the alley, in one corner of Suabaya City, some people were busy arranging wedding decorations.

Some install flower arrangements, crystal lamps, lace fabrics, and all sorts of other decorations that will beautify the place.

Inside the house, precisely in the kitchen room, some mothers are busy preparing a banquet for the evening event. Salsabylla Dela Vinci, a young pregnant woman, also stood among them. He's stirring the brownie dough.

Today is the wedding day Arron and Melani, Ghani and Bylla have arrived in Surabaya since yesterday, they contribute energy for the smooth running of the event. In addition to them, there is also Alina, the little girl arrived in Surabaya since two days ago. He came with Sehan, he was so happy when he met his old friend.

Bylla is now in its 9th week. The condition of the baby is healthy, although always nauseous in the morning. Since finding out that Bylla was pregnant, Ghani did not allow her to cook, she assigns the task to the housekeeper. Bylla's parents were very happy when they heard the news, they were already impatient to pet the grandchildren. However, they are still in Paris, and only next month they return to Indonesia.

"Bylla, don't be so tired! Just rest in the room first," said Arron who was passing in front of Bylla.

"I'm not tired, Ron," replied Bylla.

"You're so sweaty, Bang Ghani must be worried about seeing you like this" Arron said.

"Yes, he's overrated." Bylla answered with a big smile.

Since she became pregnant, Ghani has been more chatty, more considerate, but also more rules. It can't be this way, it can't be, but Bylla is happy, because she knows all that Ghani did for her own good.

"Yes, I'm overdoing it, so let's go to the room, you're already quite tired today." It was not Arron who said it, but Ghani, not since when he stood behind Bylla.

"Mon cherie, I have to finish this first, the stage is just a little more" Bylla said with a sweet smile.

"Don't argue, you've been standing like this for a long time, it's not good for your health" Ghani said.

"But Mon cherie___"

"Ma cherie, break!" ghani concluded with an intense gaze.

"Byl, left alone, there are still other mothers. So ... follow Bang Ghani's word, rest, okay," Arron said.

"But___"

"Ma cherie, come on!" ghani said he would not be denied again.

No choice, eventually Bylla followed what her husband said. He did not refuse when Ghani clasped his hand and took him away from there. They walked up the stairs and headed to Ian's room. Since Alina regained her rights, she asked Sehan to renovate Ghani's house in Surabaya.

It was in that house that Alina got the light to survive, there she felt safe and not alone anymore. Therefore, he shared his fortune with them, Alina already considered them like her own family.

The house that was once small and worn out, has now been transformed into a bigger and magnificent. Each has its own room, though not as luxurious as the room in Alina's house. In addition, Sehan also established a fairly large restaurant in the city center, and the restaurant he entrusted to Arron. Now, Arron no longer needs to be a building porters or singing on the side of the road to collect rupiah coffers, with Melani he takes care of Alina's restaurant.

"Ma cherie, get some rest! The doctor said you should take the time to take a nap, right?" ghani said as they arrived at the room.

"But they are busy, when I fall asleep, it's not good" said Bylla.

"You're pregnant, Ma cherie, they must understand" Ghani said.

"But___"

"Sleep, it's time for rest" Ghani said.

"All right."

"Sleep well, so that the baby's grandpa is happy there too." Ghani rubbed Bylla's stomach which began to look filled. "I go out first, help others" he continued, peeping at Bylla's forehead.

"Mon cherie" called Bylla when Ghani was about to leave her.

"Hmm."

"You want me to take a break, don't you?" Bylla gave a big smile.

"Yes." Yeah."

"If it's temenin, I don't want to sleep alone." Bylla spoke while holding Ghani's arm.

"But___"

"Temenin or I don't want to rest" concluded Bylla.

Ghani let out a long sigh while scratching her non-itchy hair, "alright, let me accompany."

"Don't leave, yeah. Got to sleep next to me until I wake up" Bylla said.

"Yes." Yeah." Ghani answered while getting on the bed, then he lay down, and then Bylla caught up with him.

"His grandfather wanted to be spoiled" Bylla said. He inched closer to Ghani and lay in his arms.

"Well, if you don't want to" said Bylla.

"Don't manyun gini, ugly knows." Ghani pinched Bylla's cheek while laughing.

"Eat him the hunt is spoiled" said Bylla still without a smile.

"Here is my love, my dear, my miss. I'm spoiled, let's sleep well and have good dreams." Ghani grabs Bylla's body and erodes the distance between the two. Then he rubbed Bylla's stomach while singing Once's song titled Dealova.

Since her pregnancy entered its second month, Bylla has become even more spoiled. Every time he would sleep, he always asked Ghani to rub his stomach while singing Dealova's song. Ghani can't stop, until he's completely asleep.

"Mon cherie, do you know what I'm most looking forward to when our kids grow up?" bylla asked as Ghani took a break in her song.

"What?" Ghani asked back.

"I hope the way to get a mate is given ease, lest the story is complicated like his parents, grandparents, or great-grandfather. A broken heart hurts, I don't want him to feel it" Bylla said.

"Is our story complicated?" ghani Goda.

"I don't know if you think it's complicated or not, it's important that I'm heartbroken" Bylla said quickly, and Ghani responded with a loud laugh.

"But yes, our story is not as complicated as the story of Papa and Mama, or Opa and Oma," said Bylla slowly.

"What is their story like?" ask Ghani.

"Opa used to love Oma very much, but at that time Oma already had a boyfriend. Opa was a rich man, so he used a cheating way to get Oma. Thanks to his abundant wealth, Oma's parents accept Opa's proposal, and force Oma to marry. Despite being a wife, Oma still loves her lover. Opa's very coercive nature makes Oma hate him even more. You know, Oma tried many times to abort her womb, Oma did not want to give birth to Opa children at all," said Bylla at length.

"What, really, is the fate of the child?" ask Ghani.

"The child survived until birth, and she grew up without the affection of a mother. The child is Papa" replied Bylla.

"Papa Kairi?"

"Yes. At first the relationship between Oma and Papa was quite bad, but thanks to the presence of Mama, their relationship gradually improved" said Bylla.

"Mama?"

"Yes. Although Oma had given birth to Opa's child, Oma still kept in touch with her lover, and the forbidden relationship produced a baby. Although disappointed, but Opa let it go. Eventually the child was born and grew into Om Andra, Oma loved him dearly. So Opa took Papa to Paris, they lived there for a long time. But Opa never divorced Oma, because Opa still loved her very much" Bylla explained.

"So Papa and Om Andra are different fathers, it's worth it they don't look alike" Ghani murmured.

"Yes, Opa is not his real father Om Andra, Papa and Om Andra used to hate each other, because the treatment of parents is not the same. But fate is indeed beautiful, they are reunited with an unexpected path, and this has to do with Mama. Want to know the story?" Bylla is still excited.

"The story is good" replied Ghani.

"First, Mama and Om Andra was a department, very close. Mama loves Om Andra, but Om Andra is completely unaware. So Mama was heartbroken and went to London, where Mama met Papa. Mama falls in love with Papa, and they are in a serious relationship. They came back here, and asked Grandma Halimah and Oma for their blessing. They've been planning a wedding. When visiting Oma's house, at that time Mama knew that Om Andra and Papa were brothers" said Bylla.

"How did their relationship go?"

"Four tenuous, and the marriage was almost null. But Thank God, it can still be repaired and actually ends up in a guarantee. Until finally there was me and Mikayla. Thanks to that incident, Oma and Opa were able to reverse, and our family relationship improved again" Bylla said.

"It's complicated, too, but Ma Cherie, how do you know that much detail? Did Mom tell you the story?" ask Ghani.

"Of course not, who told me Om Andra," replied Bylla.

"Oh that's it."

"Yes. Mmmmm Mon cherie," call Bylla.

"Why?" ask Ghani.

"I'm not sleepy, I want something" Bylla said.

"Something what? Fruit juice, fruit ice, or salad?" ask Ghani. Every time Bylla wants something, it's always fruit-related, and Ghani has memorized it.

"Not." Bylla.

"Want to?"

"I want you" whispered Bylla with a faint look.

Without Ghani guessing, Bylla's fingers crept in the forbidden area, and yet he had no time to say, Bylla had already closed her lips.

Seriate....