Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Will Be a Memory (2)

This happened many times. Make Yashinta keki and it feels like he wants to hate the man if his love for Gibran does not continue to grow every day.

Today, Arumi comes with a transfer because the woman will stay with him after marriage. Yashinta also did give advice so that Arumi immediately brought the goods to the house.

"Bi, this jar has been moved. Replace well," Arumi's instructions, making Bi Rasti seem confused to agree to it. All he could do was stare at the beautiful urn under the stairs.

"But Madam,"

"I brought the urn from home, if it will be displayed both here, the position is not suitable."

"This, Madam. Well, how about it, yeah." Bi Rasti looked increasingly confused, Yashinta who had just come down from the stairs seemed only silent staring at the incident.

"Switch it, Bi. No papa."

"This belongs to Old Lady," Old Lady whom Bi Rasti meant was the late Mama Yashinta.

"This is his favorite urn, Non Yashinta ngelarang to be moved." said Bi Rasti with an unpleasant facial expression to say it, afraid to offend the prospective New Lady.

Arumi was surprised of course, especially when he saw Yashinta coming down the stairs. Andri who had just arrived with Gibran who delivered him also seemed just speechless and saw the situation.

Arumi immediately approached Yashinta and grabbed the girl's hand. "Sorry Mama, honey. Mama doesn't know that it's your Mama's favorite urn." he regretted with a guilty look.

"Mama shouldn't act like her. Sorry, dear Mama." Arumi feels really guilty and afraid that Yashinta will be angry and misunderstood him. Especially when the child is silent.

"Mama has no intention of getting rid of your Mama's belongings." said Arumi again.

But Yashinta's attitude was beyond her expectations. The girl smiled and touched Arumi's hand. "No papa. Mama doesn't need to apologize." What Yashinta said just makes Arumi increasingly uncomfortable.

"Mama's really sorry, sweetie." he regretted again.

"No papa, if Mama wants Mama's urn ditaro here, let Mama Yas's urn is moved. After a long time here, surely he's already pegel." the girl said with a guyonan.

What Yashinta said managed to make Andri smile proudly looking at his beloved daughter, as well as Gibran who smiled happy to see the mature side of Yashinta.

"This son of Papa, 'will be great." praised Andri as he approached Yashinta and rubbed the top of his head.

"I really don't know." Arumi looked at her future husband regretfully. Andri shook his head with a smile, not bothering about it.

"Yashinta has a special warehouse, he keeps his valuables there." tell Andri.

"You want to put this urn in there, honey?" ask Andri. Yashinta nodded her head.

"You want Papa to move in?" ask Andri again.

"Let me, Om." Gibran offered himself. Andri nodded in greeting, easily the man raised the white jar.

"Where's the warehouse?" gibran asked, Yashinta looked at the man for a moment and then pointed the way to the warehouse, Gibran tailed behind him.

Yashinta's warehouse is right behind her house after passing through the garden and swimming pool.

Gibran was a little surprised to see the warehouse in question, maybe the place was much more suitable if it was called a headquarters. The room is quite spacious it even has a sofa and also a television there. Beloved items in question Andri also seemed to fill the entire room and neatly arranged.

"The TV is broken." tell Yashinta who made Gibran roar. Apparently the girl was aware of what Gibran noticed.

"Taro over there, Mas." Yashinta pointed at a corner near a door.

"What room is this?" Gibran asked after putting the urn in the place Yashinta pointed to.

"That's the house warehouse. If this is Yas's warehouse "the girl said as she dropped her body onto the sofa.

While Gibran who had finished laying the urn observed the entire room. There were lots of Yashinta antiques and toys when the girl was little.

Also, there are also many photos of palaroids mounted several rows with a rope adorning one of the walls. The photos are childhood photos of Yashinta, mostly along with Andri, Bi Rasti and Ranti.

Also a photo of the girl sitting on the bench of Junior High School and High School. Most of them are photos of Yashinta with Kafka. Gibran just nodded his head, he also saw many K-Pop posters neatly arranged on a shelf, some on display in the ceiling of the warehouse.

It is not in the sense that he cannot forget Kafka. It's just, the memories of when he was happy–though with the man who hurt him couldn't have easily thrown Yashinta away.

After all, he was once very happy when he was with Kafka.

Gibran did not respond, only nodding his head briefly and looking again at Yashinta's belongings. Gibran touched the table there, there was not a hint of dust attached, it seems that the place is often cleaned.

Gibran even saw a piano there. "Why is it simple here?"

"Destroyed, Papa has changed a new one." said the girl.

"A lot of Kafka's stuff is also here." he told her later as he got up from sitting, trying to heat up to see the man's reaction.

"I know, I see." Gibran said lightly, Yashinta cut his lips. Then get up from sitting.

"Mas Gibran isn't jealous?" Yashinta could not bear it if he kept quiet with Gibran's reaction. He felt uncomfortable and needed to tell the man. Yashinta felt unloved.

"Mas Gibran has feelings. Never jealous of a guy who's close with Yas." upset.

"Mas Gibran never forbid Yas if Yas there are activities with boys."

"Yesterday lunch with Kafka Mas Gibran. It's just that Kafka's stuff is still Yas simpen's normal."

"Don't you think Gibran was jealous?"

"Mas Gibran doesn't love, well, the same Yas?" the girl was long with fire. The bombarded one just stared without reacting, making Yashinta annoyed himself to see it. He had no idea who he was angry at now when the person he was talking to was like a statue.

Gibran put a squishy minion to its original spot and approached Yashinta who stood up and looked at him with an angry look.

"Yashinta, I am silent does not mean I am not jealous." said the man with understanding. Soft and slow yet able to get to the girl's deepest heart.

Yashinta just blinked at the spot staring at the man.

"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable if you have to be jealous while I know you are a student, you must have a lot of activities that must involve men in it. I understand, so I don't want to be selfish."

"But once Mas Gibran never nitip any message with Yas so Yas do not deket men if again at school." the girl was still sulking. Gibran heard it and laughed. Of course it made the girl cut her lips.

"If I forbid you pick up another guy and assume that you're just mine, that means I'm obsessed with you."

"While I love you." the man's answer touched the tender heart of the Yashinta sutra so deeply. He only felt his cheeks heat up and his heart pounding violently.

"But if Yas macem-macem is like any other guy, how is it?" the girl challenged.

"You can't macem except me." Gibran said indifferently then sat on the sofa, as well as Yashinta sitting next to him.

"How's macem-macem?" the girl was confused. But instead of answering Gibran just rubbed the top of Yashinta's head.

"I love Yashinta who today many times over." Yashinta who feels if it continues to be left then his hair will fall apart choosing to hold Gibran's hand. He knew the man was switching the conversation.

"Why?"

"I like your attitude with Mama Arumi. You're great." Gibran praised, making the girl smile proudly.

"What did you call that?"

"'Mama Arumi'" Gibran said confidently.

"Related?"

"No, papa dong." Gibran indifferently, then whispered in the girl's ear. "She's my mother-in-law's candidate."

TB