Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Masha Loe's boyfriend?

It seems like Gramed is always the choice of young people to be as happy as reading, as well as Yashinta. Udai cried in Gibran's chest, the girl continued to read and search for some novels.

Gibran was still loyal to him. Looking at the girl who seemed to have returned to normal, Gibran honestly wanted to laugh considering that just a moment ago the girl acted like a child and made them the center of attention.

"Don't squeamish!" threatening the girl, she turned to Gibran who was caught off guard because he kept looking at her. "Yas not a spectacle!" he continued, aware that Gibran had been staring at him.

"Said don't eat!" the girl looked upset when Gibran did not turn his eyes away. Gibran laughed, "Masha, Masha! I know what name to call your number." said the man who made Yashinta not understand.

Gibran pulled out his phone and named the contact Yashinta had been keeping anonymous. Then he blocked some of the new numbers that today attacked his phone. Yashinta just watched.

"Mas Gibran has a simple Yas number?" he asked, Gibran nodded. "No contact yet with Yas?" his protest.

"Make what?"

"Yes let Yas also keep Mas Gibran's number." he said, which made Gibran smile, the girl who still wore her hat looked at him in wonder.

"Here hp you," Gibran extended his hand.

"Make?"

"He wanted my number." said Gibran, the girl slowly picked up the phone and handed it to Gibran.

"Yes, Yas doesn't want to, anyway. But Yas had to return the favor because Mas Gibran had already nolongin Yas at that time." he said when Gibran started typing his mobile number. Gibran had seen the girl's lock screen where a man was standing on a hill with his back to the sun rising, Gibran only nodded faintly when he saw her.

"Mas Gibran wants what? Let Yas be full of."

Gibran, who had finished typing the phone number, handed the phone back to Yashinta. The girl received her phone.

"It will fill whatever Mas Gibran wants" he said, typing the name for Gibran's contact. Gibran peeked, more curious about it than what the girl had to offer.

"What's my contact's name?" her question, curious as Yashinta dodged, did not give her a peek.

"There, deh. Secrets!" the girl put the phone back in her bag. Then closing the book he had originally read, it seemed that for now talking to Gibran was much more interesting than reading.

"The Spoon of Gibran!" he still connected his offer to the man who had helped him.

"What?"

"Yas tawarain!"

Gibran was silent, thinking, and then got up from his seat. "For the moment I don't want anything. That means you have debt, right?"

"Hm." Yashinta nodded her head innocently.

"I asked after I needed something. Let me think about it now."

"Okay."

"Which book do you want to buy? It's late afternoon, we have to go home."

"We're going home together?"

"You want me to anterin go home?"

"Mas Gibran would?"

Gibran smiled faintly, then nodded, making Yashinta rise from his seat with a smile and walk following the man's footsteps towards the cashier.

***

The car Gibran was driving stopped in front of the gate of Yashinta's house. Gibran recalled the night he found and drove the noisy girl home. Gibran smiled faintly looking at the girl beside him who was taking off the seatbelt.

"Mas Gibran wants to stop by first?" ask him before getting out of the man's car. Gibran shook his head.

"Jaudah if that is it. Beware on Mas Gibran's road, dadaaah." Waving a fleeting hand.

"Still, well." he opened the car door and got off, again waving to Gibran who was in the car before then entering the gate and leaving the man.

Gibran just smiled looking at Yashinta's departure. A few seconds later, he realized that it seemed abnormal to him.

However, until the car drove away from the gate of Yashinta's house, Gibran could not find a reason why he kept smiling–today–since met with Yashinta.

***

Yashinta lay down on the bed after bathing and cleaning herself. He stared at the ceiling of the room he decorated with star stickers. Until then, his eyes caught an object lying just like that on his dressing table.

Yashinta then grabbed a cell phone. He dialed someone's number, the number of the person he just got his cell phone number. Yashinta immediately pressed the phone icon once found the Angel contact.

That's how Yashinta named Gibran's contact. The man was like an angel to him, whom God had sent to help him.

Yashinta stuck the flat object to her ear as soon as the connection tone sounded.

Kafka, who was walking down the stairs and heard Gibran's phone ringing, stepped towards the table in the main room where his sister's phone, along with a laptop and some company files, were scattered there.

"Who?" he asked when he saw Kafka who was peeking at the cellphone but did not seem to want to lift the call, because as far as Gibran the younger brother had never touched his phone which he considered a privacy. Kafka appreciates that.

"Masha." said Kafka with a look of surprise, Gibran grabbed his phone when the phone ringing had stopped. Kafka did not move, seeing the brother who actually smiled, he became curious and stopped his steps.

"Masha loe's boyfriend?" tanyanya, looks not so curious because it does not want to interfere in the personal affairs of the brother. He just asked because the first time he saw his brother got a call from a woman outside than his work partner.

Or maybe it was his partner?

"Oh, this is an acquaintance of Mas." said the man who then sat down casually. Kafka seemed to be nodding his head, he was about to step up to his goal of taking water into the kitchen but then stopped remembering things.

"Mas." call him to Gibran. The man looked up. "What's wrong?"

"Where were you last afternoon?"

Gibran did not say. The man with the black pajamas actually frowned. No, it's just that, he knew that the younger brother had never been so attentive.

"That's right, I'm just wrong." Kafka again made a sound seeing the reaction of his brother.

"Mislook?"

"Yes, I was at the movie theater this afternoon. It just seems wrong to see for sure."

"Lo's lunch at the company, right?"

Gibran's face turned tense. He turned his eyes away from Kafka. No way not, if he told his sister that he was on a blind date mission that his two friends had planned?

It feels so embarrassing. He didn't want Kafka to bully himself for that.

"Yes. Mas in the company." the man said half awward. Kafka frowned, but did not want to take a headache and chose to pass to the kitchen. While Gibran tidied up his fighting equipment and walked up the stairs with a hand dialing Yashinta's number to call the girl back.

Kafka took a glass of water from the dispenser and relieved it along with the mother who also took water.

"When did you bring Yashinta here?" the mother is still asking for an appointment to meet her future daughter-in-law.

Kafka, who had pressed a glass of water, looked at her and remembered what she had seen this afternoon at the cinema.

"Later Kafka tried to talk to Yashinta." said the young man. Mother smiled, rubbing Kafka's arm as the son passed. Kafka stepped in to return to his room. He reached into the cell phone from the black pants he was wearing and called Yashinta.

Put that flat object in her ear. Before long, the young man frowned, he clucked, in vain he contacted Yashinta just to hear the voice of the operator who told him that Yashinta's phone number was busy.

"Whose call is he?" kafka's face looked illegible. The reason is, unlike usual the girl's number is busy.

Meanwhile .... in one of the rooms in the house, "what did you call me?" gibran asked, his call to the girl was only connected when Gibran entered the room.

"Ohh, this, Yas just wanted to tell you that Mas Gibran's hat was still on Yas." the girl's voice sounded soft on the other end, somehow creating a thin smile on Gibran's face.

"No papa, just for you."

"Dicated to Yas?"

"Yes, if you want to."

"Yas doesn't need it, anyway. But if Mas Gibran wants to thank you, Yas will take it."

"Oh, yes. I just remembered–" Gibran's face turned tense.

"Why Gibran?" Gibran even knows if the girl on the other end is panicking right now.

"I haven't paid for it yet." Gibran recalled taking the hat for granted and running as the women chased after him.

"Huh? Really, Mr Gibran?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's Yas who's gonna have to pay, huh?"

"Hmm?"

"Yes. Yas owes the same to Mas Gibran. Yas will give one request to Mas Gibran, then let Yas kabulin."

Gibran smiled hearing the girl on the other end speak at length in a serious-looking tone.

"Yaskina?" call Gibran.

"Hmm? What's wrong with Gibran?"

"I don't want anything yet. I told you to think about it, if you know what I want, I'll call you."

TB