Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Wedding Party (3)

The ringing sound of a cell phone signaling an incoming call echoed inside the women's toilet, the voice came from behind the pocket of Gibran's suit but still could not interrupt the man even though Yashinta gave him the code to pick up the phone and finish what was going on between the merrka at this time.

But Gibran did not care, his hand tried to reach the phone behind his pocket but he did not stop it until after the ringing of the phone stopped ringing, the man just released Yashinta, let the girl catch her breath as much as she could.

What Gibran did seemed to be a torture for him, as Gibran did. Yashinta wanted to curse the man but he did not dare.

While Gibran did was call back the person who called him, the man waited for the phone to connect but his eyes were still on Yashinta.

The man touched his own lips with the back of his thumb, the movements that Yashinta saw seemed sexy, Yashinta could not control herself at this moment, her head was filled with dirty thoughts that should not have crossed her mind.

Yashinta chose to lift her foot from the face of Gibran, walk towards the sink and take out the lipstick and put it on. Gibran just watched, he spoke briefly to the person on the other end of the phone who was none other than his scheduler, after which he approached Yashinta.

Gibran knew the girl harbored resentment over her actions, but Gibran did not care. When Yashinta finished wearing her lipstick and turned to face her, Gibran spread his arms. Yashinta who understood with the look of her passion hugged the man.

Gibran clenched the girl tightly, inhaling the fragrance of the hairspray so fragrant in the girl's hair.

"Yaskins."

"There are people who tell me that we are lucky to have each other, but for me. I am much luckier because I have you" said the man, of course making Yashinta look up to look at the lover.

The girl smiled, her feelings warmed up and instantly what Gibran did to her just a moment ago did not give birth to a grudge in the girl's heart, just vanished. Replacing the feeling of love that becomes.

"Oh, yeah? Yas also felt lucky because there were people who felt very lucky to have Yas." he said, making Gibran anxious to hear it. If they had gone home from the party or the party was over, it could be ascertained if Gibran would have ruffled the girl's hair out of anxiety.

****

The two return to the party area after the couple's incident. On the stage of a live music that has been provided, a famous band seemed to be singing enliven the event. Add happiness in the party.

"Replace." Yashinta waved at Ranti who was sitting with Sean, the girl seemed to be pointing at herself. Not unaware if Yashinta's intention is to ask him to come, but Ranti is awkward because there is Gibran there.

Sean who sat beside the girl turned his head, understood Ranti's situation and then got up from sitting. Of course it makes Ranti amazed, while Sean snorted resignedly.

"Come, I'll go there" he said, but Ranti was still silent and seemed clueless.

"It's not like if you're the same I feel awkward loe less" finally Sean said more specifically, which makes Ranti then rise and then walk with Sean to approach Gibran and Yashinta.

"Have you eaten yet?" tanyanya grabbed Ranti's hand and wrestled her like a child when the girl was in front of her. While Sean seemed to approach Gibran and engage in small talk. Just talking about each other instead of being silent like people who don't know each other.

"No laper." Ranti said lazily.

"Really?" Yashinta urged, the girl just nodded her head. Making Yashinta finally shut up too.

"Ranti," called him after a while.

"What?"

"Want Yas to tell you a big secret?" tanyakanya. Ranti turned her head, her forehead forming several folds. Yashinta nodded his head, at a glance he turned to Gibran and Sean standing behind them. The two people were still chatting, it seemed like pleasantries were becoming long between the two.

"What's the big secret?" Ranti began to be curious, making Yashinta circulate his gaze around until his eyes stopped on the figure of a woman who was wiping her little daughter's lips with a tissue.

Ranti looked in the same direction, when Yashinta did not speak, she turned to the girl and shook Yashinta's hand that was still writhing on her arm.

"What's the big secret?"

"Try Ranti guess what!"

Ranti this time squinted her eyes. "Not really cool, anyway, loe kudu play guessing everything. Why don't you tell me directly." Ranti is curious and wants to know the big secret that Yashinta means even if it is not related to her.

"Yaskins." Ranti calls when Yashinta hasn't spoken and tells her.

He watched the woman Yashinta said was Gibran's ex-girlfriend. Spontaneous Ranti really felt like she had fallen as a fall as soon as she realized that Gibran's ex-girlfriend was not an arbitrary woman.

"Replace,"

Yashinta calls her best friend when Ranti suddenly turns like a statue.

"Why wait?" tanyanya, began to worry because Ranti did not merspond. Ranti immediately regained consciousness. "Bye, Yas. No, not papa." Ranti tries to control herself.

"Yas did not think that it turns out that Mas Gibran never dated." confided Yashinta, looks sad even with a smile on his lips. Ranti tried to listen with a gaze that occasionally observed the woman Yashinta said was Gibran's ex.

He also occasionally looked at Yashinta and realized how worthless he was. How much he was under while Yashinta and former Gibran were in space, was very much different from him.

Ranti realizes that even though her feelings for Gibran cannot easily fade away.

****

Kafka chose to go home first from the wedding of Andri and Arumi when the Mother seemed to still enjoy the event. He stood in front of the elevator door feeling empty, until the sound of a child's laughter made him turn to the source of the sound.

Kanza was walking with her daughter followed by a baysitter towards her. The woman smiled and made Kafka inevitably smile at her brother's former lover.

Even if Kafka knows how his brother and ex-sister-in-law broke up, he still tries not to come close to what happened in the past between the two.

"Hay, Kafka. Do you want to go home?" Kanza greeted him and asked. Kafka nodded his head, wiping briefly the top of Reikansa's head just before the child was carried by his nanny.

"Bak Kanza is going home too?" he asked back. Kanza nodded, then replied. "Reikansa is fussy, she doesn't seem to like being in the middle of a lot of people." Kafka glanced at the little girl at a glance, Reikansa who seemed to understand what the mother and the young man before her said just nodded her head.

The elevator door opened, they went in there when Kafka invited Kanza to take the elevator together, he could not make the woman wait for long.

The two only fell silent to each other while inside, a voice heard only from Reikansa who was babbling and chatting with her nanny.

Kids, they really like to talk about random things.

"Your new brother-in-law is beautiful." Kanza started the conversation, praising Yashinta. Kafka turned his head, then turned his eyes back to the front and muttered a little to say yes as his response.

"You look like you're the same age." said Kanza again, Kafka just muttered. Kanza looked at Kafka, he then smiled meaningfully.

"It turns out he's your ex-boyfriend."

"Hm."

"Huh?" Kafka who had muttered then frowned and looked at Kanza like a fool. Kanza just smiled. "How can you like the same woman?" Kanza folded her hands on her chest.

"Mbak Kanza is investigating Yashinta's background?" ask Kafka. This time he seemed to not accept if Kanza did that.

Kanza breathed a sigh before then replying. "Just a little, Ma'am needs to know who is next to your Mas."

"Yashinta is a good woman. After all, Ms. Kanza doesn't need to admit to that. Kanza's brother is not who Mas Gibran is anymore" said Kafka who made Kanza spontaneously aware of his position, he felt it was too late.

"You know, you're just curious. After all, Mommy doesn't have any intentions."

"Same mother you don't have a chance to be together anymore."

A moment of silence. Kanza then asked Kafka. "You still love Yashinta?" Kanza was quite curious about this.

TB