Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Will Be a Memory (1)

The awkward atmosphere is still going on at one of the tables in the restaurant, more precisely between Kafka and Yashinta. Gibran looked relaxed as usual.

"Why don't you tell me Saras left today?" Yashinta tries to ease the awkwardness and starts a conversation with Kafka. Gibran briefly looked at the girl but then he was back to enjoying his food. It was only good if the two people were chatting.

"Gue thought you wouldn't care." Kafka said indifferently.

"But, 'kan–" Yashinta did not continue his sentence. He was convinced that Saras had told Kafka that a few days ago Yashinta was stubborn enough to ignore Saras' apology.

Finding Yashinta who did not continue his sentence, Kafka then turned his head. "Loe knows where Saras left today?" this time Kafka asked.

"From Aris, he said Kafka did not go to school because Saras was not going to the airport."

"Yas called Saras but couldn't."

"Why don't you try calling me?"

"The number doesn't exist." the girl said spontaneously while scooping her curtain into her mouth. While Kafka focused his gaze on the girl as well as Gibran.

"Loe erase my number?" kafka asked, the girl raised her gaze and looked at Kafka. Questioning himself the answer to what he said to Kafka a moment ago.

When Yashinta just kept quiet and did not give him an answer, it was enough for Kafka. Kafka turned his eyes back to the food and ignored the girl.

It was as easy as that Yashinta forgot about it even deleted her number. This fact was quite surprising to Kafka.

After eating, Kafka said goodbye first. He could not allow himself to linger between Gibran and Yashinta.

The man walked out of the restaurant and reached into a cell phone in his pants pocket and dialed someone's number. "Where is Joe?"

"Gue to where you are now."

"How's clubbing?" his proposal seemed to get approval from his interlocutor.

****

Gibran and Yashinta only fell silent when they came out of the restaurant. Yashinta did not dare to speak out for fear that Gibran was angry with him because of everything that happened inside the restaurant earlier. The girl just kept quiet, as Gibran thrust out his school bag that the man was carrying, Yashinta accepted it with a forced-looking smile.

"Are you really deleting Kafka's number?" gibran asked before the two left the terrace of the restaurant. Yashinta just nodded his head.

"Why?" the man leaned his face on Yashinta, Yashinta retreated as he folded his lips, then shook his head. Gibran then took a distance and turned his hand to the girl.

Yashinta raised an eyebrow, gestur asked. "Liat hape you." pinta Gibran, the man did not force that it felt if Yashinta refused even Gibran would not be angry, but unfortunately Yashinta quickly handed his phone to the man.

Gibran stared at the girl for a while before then seeing for himself the phone contact on Yashinta's phone. The girl did not lie, there was no Kafka number there, Yashinta deleted it. There were only a few contacts on his phone. Andri, Arumi, Sean, Ranti, a private driver, as well as some of his classmates remember that the girl's phone is still new.

Gibran frowned when he saw the contact she had named as "Sister-in-law". Gibran squinted his eyes at Yashinta, making the girl anxious about what Gibran found on her phone.

Gibran then handed the phone back to Yashinta's hand, the girl frowned seeing Gibran walk first to the car with a tweet. "Oh, so 'Sister-in-law'."

Yashinta tried to check her phone. He did not change the contact name Gibran, only edited a little by adding emot love.

Hurriedly the girl chased after Gibran and got into the car, sitting next to the man.

"Mas Gibran is angry?" tanyanya, anxiously.

"So my contact's name is 'Sister Ipar'?" ask Gibran again.

"But, it's not the usual 'Sister-in-law. There's an emot love anyway." the girl said innocently while showing it to Gibran.

"Yes, deh, 'Adek Ipar'." Gibran said indifferently after trying to hide his smile. It seems like judging Yashinta will be a nice thing after seeing the girl's frantic look that looks adorable.

"Mas Gibran, that's it. Angry, huh?" the girl grew anxious and felt guilty towards Gibran. Today he had much trouble and much offended Gibran. Yashinta felt that she was becoming such a wicked girl now.

"Just change, yeah, yeah."

"What name do you want?" ask the girl. The one asked only shrugged indifferently and never turned on the car engine.

"Mas Gibran, don't do it dong." Yashinta tried to persuade.

"It's called Mas Girlfriend, will you?" the girl's offer almost made Gibran laugh, but Gibran tried to hold her back and just folded his arms around his chest, his back he leaned back.

"Or 'Honey'?"

"What's the way?" the girl was half frustrated when Gibran did not respond to her at all. Yashinta looked at Gibran with a sad look, giving up on persuading the man. After a few seconds, Gibran laughed, he could not hold it anymore.

As a result, aware that if he was being played, Yashinta hit the man's chest repeatedly, who was beaten just laughed without stopping Yashinta's rampage.

"Babelle!" resounding.

"Whatever, man!" the girl did not want to extend the name of the contact and chose to fold her hands on her chest.

"Anged?"

"Tau, ah, Yas cuddle. Mas Gibran byebelin."

"I'm just kidding."

"Not funny!"

"I–"

"Just go home!"

Gibran sighed with a smile then put on a contrived flat look. "Cowok versus girl won't win."

****

"Good break, dad." Gibran opened the car door for the girl as soon as he arrived in front of the gate of Yashinta's house. Yashinta was still with her pouting face, getting out of the car while wearing her bag.

"Turn back to the company."

"Hmm," the girl said lazily. He was still very upset with Gibran, the man had made him panic and was just judging him.

As the girl walked past Gibran without saying anything, Gibran simply smiled and let the girl go. He stared at the departure of Yashinta who was about to enter the gate, when the girl stepped in, Gibran turned around about to get into his car.

But a few seconds later, the girl turned around. However, Yashinta could not continue to ignore Gibran, at least he should thank Gibran for his help today.

"Mas Gibran." The girl's call made Gibran turn his body and raise an eyebrow.

"Thank you,"

Gibran nodded with his smile that never faded. "Be careful." continued the girl, a little nervous who then turned around quickly and stepped away half-running.

The abandoned Gibran frowned, then shook his head with that gadid adorable behavior.

"So cute." the man said as he opened his car door.

With Gibran, Yashinta feels his days are going much better than before. He feels happy all the time and most importantly, his feelings of love are certain. It must have been reciprocated and it received great attention from the precious Gibran every day.

Gibran treated Yashinta very well. Even the man knew the small details about her and impressed Yashinta to feel noticed.

However, there is one thing that disturbs Yashinta's feelings. He never saw Gibran show his jealousy. Or maybe he was never jealous? Given the flashback to Kafka and how possessive he was and jealous of the man, Yashinta felt Gibran was different.

For this time, Yashinta was troubled by it. He was disappointed in Gibran, who was never jealous.

Like today, for example, when the man called Yashinta to pick her up home, Yashianta had a lunch with the theater children after school.

"Mas Gibran is in front of the school gates?"

ask the girl.

"Not yet, I'm still in the company basemant."

"Hm."

Yashinta was silent afterwards.

"Well, today there's the same luncheon for the theater's children."

"Hmm, if so."

"Mas Gibran did not ask Yas to have his lunch the same as anyone?"

"Just like the school guys, you, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Just so."

"But there are a lot of guys too." Yashinta said, Gibran was silent, moments later he replied. "Yes, I know."

Honestly Yashinta was disappointed with the man's reply. He hoped that Gibran would desperately forbid him to have lunch with the theater children because the boys joined in.

Yashinta didn't lie if there would be a lot of guys there. But Gibran seemed unconcerned.

So Yashinta finally enjoyed lunch with his friends empty.

TB