Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Appetizers

Gibran knows, it's not easy for him to reinvest Yashinta's trust in him after what happened to them yesterday. So he wanted to make their relationship closer by spending a lot of time together.

He wants Yashinta to feel that nothing has changed about him or their relationship.

On Sunday morning, Gibran came to pick up Yashinta. It was like a surprise to Yashinta because Gibran did not tell him first if they had an agenda.

The girl prepared and tidied up while Gibran waited downstairs. Andri is not home, the man has some business outside.

"Please drink, sir." Bi Rasti presented a glass of water as per the man's request as he offered him a drink.

"Thank you, Bi "Gibran grabbed a glass of water and drank it a little, making Bi Rasti tersrnyum then saying goodbye to return to the kitchen. The abandoned Gibran occasionally looked up at the stairs, looking at the second floor where the girl was.

While in her room, Yashinta was tidying up her hair after applying her makeup with a flawless. He opened a jewelry box, then took a small object in one of the containers and placed it on his ring finger.

Once he saw his perfect appearance, he then came out of the room and down the stairs, meeting Gibran who had been waiting for him long enough. The man's reaction seemed stunned when he saw it, a reaction that was a little more in the girl's eyes but no doubt still made him blush embarrassed in front of Gibran.

"Let off now?" ask the girl. Gibran nodded his head, extending a hand at Yashinta who was instantly accepted by the girl. The two then walked towards the exit with their hands held together.

"Where are we going?" Yashinta is of course curious about where they are dating.

"My apartment."

"Huh, what?"

"Read books, have lunch and spend time together." Gibran muttered briefly and densely, sounding very classic, but Yashinta seemed so interested in what the boyfriend was planning.

It would be nice to spend the whole day with Gibran.

So he seemed relaxed when Gibran grasped his hand and took him away from home.

***

Gibran did not lie when he told Yashinta that their agenda was to just relax in the apartment. Both of them actually read the book and it lasted long enough to make Yashinta feel bored.

The girl had changed positions many times, leaning her head against Gibran's thigh, resting her legs on the man's thigh, lying on her chest and even leaning against Gibran's back, the man complied as Yashinta asked.

Until finally Yashinta gave up and dropped his book, making Gibran who was cool at reading a glance then continued reading the book. While Yashinta who is currently sitting on another sofa and hugging the sofa cushion just looked at the lover with a clear face.

"What's wrong?" gibran asked and kept the book.

"Laper." lamented the girl, making Gibran rise from his seat and walk towards the kitchen after seeing the watch on his wrist, eleven o'clock in the afternoon. Yashinta tailed behind him while holding the end of the shirt the man was wearing.

"What do you want to eat?" Gibran asked after turning around and confronted the girl.

"What can Mas Gibran cook?"

"Hmm, as you wish, I can make."

The girl seemed to think, making Gibran fold his hands on his chest as it seemed that the girl would spend quite a long time.

"Fried rice."

"Okey."

The man easily agreed and immediately gathered his combat tools. Yashinta only noticed and occasionally pestered Gibran.

While the man looked unperturbed and let Yashinta do as he pleased, like suddenly tidying Gibran's hair, he said, many asked about kitchen spices until the girl ended up asking questions that made the atmosphere very different for Gibran.

"Mas Gibran dated that girl for how long?"

Gibran who was cutting some vegetables was silent, the activity of his hand even paused while Yashinta who was holding a carrot in his hand just stared at the carrot, Gibran looked at him.

"Don't look at Yas, just answer what Yas asked" said the girl, aware that Gibran was staring at her. He didn't want to look sad in Gibran's eyes. Even so, he couldn't help but ask.

Since Gibran once had a lover who felt Yashinta was not calm, he felt constantly disturbed whenever he remembered how Gibran used to date his ex.

"You've been dating since High School?" ask the girl again.

"Hm."

Yashinta seemed to sigh, Gibran's answer made him tight even though it was on the basis of himself who wanted to know the past of the lover.

"How many years?"

"What?"

"His girlfriend. How many years?"

"About four years." Gibran was honest.

Yashinta quietly tightened her grip on the carrot in her hand. But his heart is still strong to know more about Gibran's former lover.

"He ever come to Mas Gibran's apartment?"

"I didn't have an apartment at the time."

"But ever been taken to Mother's house?"

Gibran was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"How many times?"

"I never counted."

"Means often?"

"Hm."

This time Gibran looked at the girl and Yashinta did the same thing so the two's gaze met. Gibran sighed, "why do women like to get sick?" ask the man.

However, in the past Gibran loved Kanza very much, it was only natural that he ever dreamed of a future with her.

"meaning?" the girl's forehead formed several folds.

"You know it hurts me to hear all my answers but you still insist on it."

"Yes, because Yas wants to know the extent of Mas Gibran's relationship with the girl."

"No matter how far we go, there's no place we go, Yashinta."

"Lied!"

"Even if we don't arrive." replied Gibran in the end who made the girl sigh resignedly. That is, however, Gibran once had the goal of marrying Kanza.

Long Gibran stared at him as Yashinta only fell silent afterwards. "I told you that I only have you now, Yashinta. Don't worry about anything." Gibran later said.

"I hope you can understand my past."

"I fell in love with another woman, but that was before I met you."

"We don't live in the past now."

"So it's your fault." Gibran continued, the man seemed to show a look of annoyance despite being made up. Of course making Yashinta surprised and did not accept.

"Whose Yas was wrong?"

"Why didn't you come early in my life?" this time Gibran showed his smile, Yashinta wiped his tears and turned his back on the man.

"At that time Yas was still in elementary school, which could be as guys" he said, Gibran just smiled, it seems the atmosphere has begun to melt and the girl looks better than before.

At least it made Gibran a little calmer, he pulled Yashinta's hand and hugged her. Hold Yashinta tightly. Somehow Gibran had to tell the girl if only she was currently deeply in love.

****

After a short drama about Gibran's past with other women and making Yashinta sulk to slow down the process of cooking Gibran, in the end the man-made fried rice is ready to eat.

Yashinta was already sitting on one of the four chairs on Gibran's kitchen dining table, the man followed with two dishes filled with fried rice.

"The smell is so good." Yashinta exclaimed as Gibran placed a plate before him. Then Gibran put another one in the other.

The girl looked up when Gibran never sat down. "Would you eat now? Why not sit?" tanyakanya.

Gibran seemed to notice the girl, then without warning he dropped his lips over Yashinta's lips and managed to make the girl round her eyes, surprised at the sudden attack.

Then after that, when Gibran stopped, the girl just pegged on the spot.

"Appetizer." said Gibran with a calm look who then sat on another chair.

"Please eat it" he said to the girl who was still frozen. Yashinta just nodded stiffly, the fried rice in front of him that was originally tempting now felt bland, with his chest that just kept pounding.

****

At around three in the afternoon, when the weather was a little dark with the clouds blackening, Gibran asked Yashinta to go outside.

And a surprise for Yashinta when Gibran is not with his car.

"We're walking?" yashinta asked, he swung his hand in Gibran's grasp and looked at the man.

Gibran shrugged, then took the girl to walk a little around the car until she found a motorcycle in the back.

"We're riding a bike?" just imagining it makes the girl happy. Sitting on a motorcycle with his loved ones is one of Yashinta's wishes.

Gibran. Then walk towards his motorbike with Yashinta still displaying a stunned look. "This is Dad's favorite motorcycle."

"I'm taking care of you after Dad doesn't exist" Gibran said, at first glance he remembered his memories with his father on the harley davidsion in the 2000s.

"Do you want to walk with me?" asked the man then, Yashinta just turned her head.

"You're going to be the first woman I've ever played on this bike. Wanna?" quickly the girl nodded her head.

That afternoon, Yashinta and Gibran took a walk on the motorbike of Gibran's late father. The sky was cloudy and the cold began to feel, making Yashinta increasingly tighten his arms around Gibran waist across the streets of Jakarta. He made the man smile behind the helmet he was wearing.

"Mas Gibran, where are we raining?" the girl began to ask.

"Look, the sky is dark. Yas was afraid, but no papa because now it's the same Mas Gibran."

"If there's a meatball stall drop by, yeah."

"It seems not long ago I ate fried rice, kok already laper yah."

"The fried rice was bland, because Mas Gibran did not give me the cue first pas kiss Yas. Yas, it's gonna be a shock."

"cheat!"

The girl rambled a lot while Gibran just listened, clasped Yashinta's hand on his waist and rubbed it gently, making the girl even more hug and lean her head on Gibran's back.

TB

Appetizer: An appetizer.