Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Wedding Party (2)

"Yashinta moved over here."

"Where?"

"Well, that's it."

"Udah, that's it."

"Where is it?"

The atmosphere was excited and a little made Yashinta feel a headache when the photo process together took place when the Mother's family would take pictures with the bride and groom.

Sean Sengan Yashinta certainly came along, but there is a misformation when Yashinta actually stands between Mother and Gibran next to the groom at the direction of the photographer while Kafka and Sean beside the bride.

Of course it feels awkward because Kafka should be between Gibran and Mommy, not Yashinta.

"Yaudah, it's okay. Let Kafka move on." Andri mediated and made Yashinta stop so that one photo together was found when he seemed to have entered the Mother's family.

Secretly, Gibran's hand slipped, holding Yashinta's back.

It was enough to make Kafka feel disturbed, but he could not protest and just obey. In the end, he switched positions with the girl.

The supposed fast pace slowed down by itself for Kafka, especially when some of his fingers came into contact with Yashinta's fingers, it felt like Kafka was powerless.

What he saw from Yashinta. The girl looked mediocre and no longer had any taste for her.

****

After the photo session with the Mother's family, Yashinta was there, Andri asked her because the man wanted to introduce her to someone.

Yashinta knows cliche things often happen in everyone's life, but he did not expect if it happened to him today where the person who wants Andri to introduce him is Kanza.

Kanzas.

"Honey, this is Kanza's mother. She's the director of the young woman who runs her family's company." Andri introduced.

"In the future, if you want to take care of Papa's company, then you will work together." continued Andri with a soft face.

Yashinta seemed to be just trying to carve out her smile. Kanza himself has carved his smile since stepping foot in the pelaminan.

The woman kindly thrust a hand at him, half a doubt Yashinta accepted.

"You look good." Arumi. Making Yashinta just smile stiffly, how could she seem to be compatible together with a woman who is clearly part of her boyfriend's past?

However Yashinta tried to avoid, he could not deny the fact that he was still jealous.

"Hopefully someday we can work together, Yashinta" said the woman with a calm and elegant look, all Yashinta could do was nod her head. He felt like a fool in there.

"You don't have to worry, I'm the same Gibran broke up a long time ago. Looks like we didn't have a chance to get back together." said Kanza when both of them got off the leash. The woman came to Yashinta who was standing next to one of the tables filled with drinks and cakes.

Yashinta did not say, at first glance he only saw the papa and his new mama who seemed to receive congratulations from the invited guests until then did a photo session. He looked at Kanza who handed him a drink.

Yashinta certainly received it with a forced-looking smile, from a distance Gibran noticed the two women and saw the interaction between Kanza and Yashinta.

"How long have you been dating Gibran?" Kanza then asked. Yashinta gasped, if he had been honest with Kanza if he and Gibran hadn't even been dating for even a month, would Kanza have laughed at him?

"It seems like a long time ago." Kanza concluded by herself, Yashinta who could not say anything only nodded faintly.

"Gibran good man. He's mature, well-established and handsome." Kanza laughed at the end of her sentence. From what Yashinta saw, the woman seemed sincere in praise. However Kanza and Gibran dated for quite a while, Kanza certainly knew a lot about Gibran.

"She's also loyal" he continued when Yashinta did not show any response.

"Why did you break up then?" the question the girl asked managed to make Kanza speechless. A moment the woman downed her drink and carved a smile.

"Mak Kanza or Mas Gibran asked to break up?" ask again. Kanza quickly deduces that Yashinta knew nothing about himself and Gibran in the past.

Which means, Gibran isn't open enough with the girl or Gibran accidentally buries deep in his past, burying himself and their memories in the man's life.

Kanza understood, he was just Gibran's past and Gibran did not want to involve him in the path that the man would take. Kanza left behind ..., intentionally left out. Not considered a part of the man's life.

"Mak Kanza or Mas Gibran who mutusin?" ask the gadus again when Kanza just silently daydreaming.

"Why don't you ask Gibran?" Kanza did not give the girl an answer so Yashinta could only fall silent. He will not force, Yashinta trying not to be curious.

Yashinta bailed to go to the toilet afterwards, avoiding Kanza who continued to be around him, making the girl uncomfortable to be there.

Kanza let the girl go, Gibran who originally only noticed in the end approached Kanza because he was quite curious about what the woman was talking about with her.

Kanza only turned her head when suddenly Gibran was standing next to her without saying a word. He could guess what Gibran would have told him.

"You don't have to worry, I don't say macem to your girlfriend." said Kanza, Gibran listened, but his gaze circled around.

"Have you been dating?" asked later, Gibran just nodded his head without thinking.

"I wonder what a rich man he is, huh? You seem to love her."

"She's a good girl, she's beautiful and–"

"You're happy with him?" sela Kanza before Gibran finishes his sentence. Gibran remained silent for a while, recalling the beginning of his encounter with Yashinta and how his days began to change from meeting the girl to the time Gibran fell in love with her.

Gibran turned to Kanza who had been staring at him since, then nodded his head, making Kanza carve her smile. The woman's smooth hand then landed on Gibran's chest, rubbing it gently.

"It's good that you are rich, you also deserve to be happy Gibran" he said, seeming to hold something back and then re-carve a smile with a head that nodded slowly. "Yashinta good girl, you guys are lucky to have each other."

****

Yashinta washed her hands in the sink, looked at her face in the mirror reflection and made sure that she was no less beautiful than Kanza.

A few moments later, he shook his head. Not wanting to think about it much unasked, thoughts about Kanza come as if to haunt him.

Yashinta sighed, long enough that he came out of the bathroom, he opened the clucth he was carrying, wanted to put a cell phone but a lipstick from there just fell and hit someone's leg.

Someone who just came out of the male toilet door. She takes the lipstick and walks towards the owner while Yashinta is just sculpting, when the person hands her lipstick Yashinta receives it in slow motion.

"Thank you, Kafka" she said moments after the lipstick was on her hands.

Kafka only nodded faintly, after which only silence, the two looked equally confused while in fact the purpose of both was the same–leaving the toilet and returning to the party venue.

"Loe's pretty." praise Kafka then. To be honest from the start seeing the girl Kafka could not stop praising, but when he got the chance to convey it directly, Kafka could not just miss it.

The compliments looked surprised. He stared at Kafka for a moment without blinking until he regained consciousness and carved out a smile.

"Thank you Kafka. Kafka is also handsome, neat. Kafka fits the rich stelan." the girl praised back. Revealing the sentence that he had been holding for some time.

"This is the first time Kafka has said Yas is beautiful" Kafka said, making her look down to carve out a smile. It was too late to even give a simple compliment.

Kafka chose not to respond except to give a smile full of regret. The two walk back to the party area but a shocking sight for Yashinta occurs as Gibran walks towards them.

Yashinta, of course, panicked half to death, he turned to Kafka and it was not a good thing if at this time Gibran and Kafka fought let alone to beat each other.

The girl gasped as Gibran grabbed her hand and pulled her back inside right at the woman's toilet door.

Kafka who saw the two people looked only resigned then continued his steps. He knew Gibran wouldn't hurt Yashinta.

Yashinta, who was dragged by Gibran, protested with a snort as Gibran leaned against the wall beside the toilet door. Making both breaths fall apart.

"You–" Yashinta will already curse the man.

"You got lipstick?" Gibran interrupted quickly. Yashinta gasped, trying to digest Gibran's question.

"I asked you to bring lipstick?" ask Gibran again.

"There–" Yashinta was about to open her clucth but Gibran had already grabbed her chin, spontaneously making their gazes meet before the man finally put their lips together.

Yashinta, of course, was surprised, but there was nothing he could do except to slowly close his eyes as Gibran's hand reached his waist. He is powerless.

Gibran, who was left by Kanza shortly after chatting with the woman, was enjoying the party while waiting for Yashinta.

But when the girl did not come and Kafka also disappeared, Gibran's feelings began to fade. When he finds out that the girl is with Kafka from the same direction, Gibran's feelings become more irregular.

And he cannot control himself, he is jealous of Kafka. And Yashinta becomes his outlet.

Fuck his promise not to do kiss on the lips with Yashinta before marriage.

TB