Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Still the Ice Mountain

The wide steps of a man with his neat stelan down the hallway to his room. Along the entrance of the company, he got many greetings from company employees. He is known as a person who does not talk much, but friendly and generous smile to anyone, especially to his men.

The man opened the room that read the President Director on it. He was already sitting on his bench when someone knocked on the door of the room and entered with some files in his hand.

A shoulder-haired woman tied to that one smiled. She wore a white blouse with strap accents on her collar and a black pencil skirt. He is the Gibranian Scretary.

"Good morning, Mr. Gibran." said when he was in front of the table.

"These are the files you need for the presentation in half an hour." he said as he put the files he carried on the table. After that, he excused himself for resigning. Leaving Gibran alone in his room.

The man grabs the file that the scheduler has just given him and reads it before he starts the presentation for the launch of the latest product from his company.

After half an hour Gibran spent preparing, he tidied up the file, saw the watch curled around his wrist and then got up along with the door of his room that opened. The skretar had just told her to go to the meeting room, but the woman smiled as the boss smiled faintly at her appearance as she walked towards the exit. He knew his boss was on time.

Gibran Abiasnyah is a man whose ambition is very firm with his principles. He works wholeheartedly and dedicates himself to the company of his father's legacy.

As if, he was taught to continue his family business. Since sitting on the bench Selolah Intermediate Pertama, the father often invited him to play in his study and read business books. Gibran really likes it, when children his age are cool playing ball on the complex field, he has been taught the father how to take care of a large company.

Until the teen years, even the father often invites him to visit the company or party of colleagues and introduce him to his business colleagues. So when their families have to lose the head of the family and the company loses the leadership of the company. Gibran is ready to replace his father.

Given how he has struggled with it since childhood, Gibran hopes Kafka will do the same, following in his footsteps. However, until the young man was in High School, it seemed that Kafka was not even interested in the company.

The young man often played with the girls. Very different from Gibran who even today is still at home. Or maybe the man has not found a suitable partner with him.

***

Yashinta passes after talking to Ranti, while her best friend is still pecking at the back garden of the school. Yashinta once again looked at her and then decided to keep going.

"Jude, what if it's noon?" a student proposes to the student who walks beside him.

"Back of school." he continued.

"Mm, okay, I don't have any shows either."

Yashinta chose to lean his back against the wall when Kafka was passing by with Saras, the two men walking towards the classroom with pleasant-looking chatter. Because Kafka seemed to laugh every now and then.

Yashinta bent his face, but Kafka was never like that when he was with her. He tends to be high blood if with Yashinta, angry, indifferent and insensitive.

But with Saras, she looks different and Yashinta doesn't like to see her.

"Yashinta," the girl who was walking loosely towards the classroom stopped her steps as Aris and Sean approached her. Yashinta smiled and greeted Kafka's two best friends.

"Hay, Aris, Sean. What's up?" he carved a smile even though it was not as bright as usual.

"More." Aris suddenly thrust fifty thousand money at Yashinta. Of course the girl did not accept it immediately. He just looks confused.

"From Kafka, he said replace the money loe yesterday" said Aris when he saw the confused Yashinta.

"Where's the cafe?"

"I don't know any kids, maybe go to class first. He was in the cafeteria at breakfast." said Aris, who made Yashinta sigh.

"Say no need. Besides Yas also did not want to accept if not Kafka who gave direct love." said Yashinta with an annoyed look without staring at his interlocutor. The girl passed by just like that, leaving Aris and Sean who exchanged glances with frowns on their foreheads.

"No, what's the son?" wonder Aris. Yashinta doesn't usually act like a judge. Sean just shook his head, while Aris stared at the girl's departure where Yashinta's back was getting away.

Yashinta was very dislikeful of Saras being around Kafka. Moreover, the fact about Kafka who once liked him even expressed his feelings for Saras made Yashinta increasingly disturbed. He does not always know what happened to the two people behind him, which is why all this time Yashinta can only be silent to see their closeness.

Saras and Kafka are even one class. Yashinta never knew what was going on with the two of them in her class. Because Yashinta often found the two men together when occasionally Yashinta came to Kafka class.

Yashinta can't keep quiet, that's enough for him. After all, Kafka was his girlfriend, he couldn't possibly let another woman approach him. That was the reason why Yashinta came to the indoor basketball court at break time when Kafka's class kids were playing basketball with their underclassmen. Their sporting schedule is the same.

Until when Kafka finds the girl still sitting in the stands making him have to resign from the game, his classmates replace, while Kafka passes towards the changing room. Yashinta.

Yashinta smiled as Kafka stopped even while the match was still going on. He gave a bottle of mineral water that he deliberately brought for his girlfriend. The young man who was wiping his sweat with a small white towel just watched.

"Why do you want to do something, anyway?" ask her with a sewot tone. Not at all intending to take the drink that his girlfriend offered.

"Jas just want to see Kafka match aja." the girl said casually.

"Loe didn't take the money that Aris gave her, why?" ask Kafka again.

"Yas wouldn't accept it if it wasn't Kafka who gave it to Yas."

Yashinta's answer always managed to upset Kafka.

"If you have nothing else there!" expel Kafka. "Gue's done too!"

"Jas went home with Kafka."

"Gue can't. Go home with your driver!"

"Kafka, Yas beg you."

"Gue can't, Yashinta!"

Yashinta sighs resignedly. "When will Kafka come home there will be no show?" the girl asked, still trying to conquer Kafka.

"There's."

"What way?" the girl's question invited Kafka's fierce gaze. "Loe doesn't need to know!" as Kafka's views began to sharpen, Yashinta often tested Kafka's little patience.

"Then Yas will come!"

"So!"

"Belca!"

"Loe Udaj promises not to rattle me or shake my life again, Yashinta!" kafka's tone is rising.

"Loe forgot?!"

Yashinta is silent over Kafka's clasping. Recalling the incident where Kafka could drop him in the middle of the road. Yashinta really hates to remember. Moreover, he had previously promised not to disturb Kafka and would only obey the man.

"Not to act!" kafka said again, this time his tone sounded like normal.

"You should thank me for letting you know from that bastard yesterday."

"Aren't you sincere about Yas?"

Kafka did not say, rather the young man was upset and could hardly hold back his emotions. Finding the silent boyfriend, Yashinta finds out Kafka is angry.

"How to thank Kafka. Yas said thank you repeatedly." said the girl, holding back her tears.

"By no need to ganguin me!"

"Let me do whatever I want!"

Yashinta looked at Kafka. Apparently, the iceberg is still snowy.

TB