Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Wrong Send (2)

After a long day of work, with a body that feels tired when he arrives at the apartment, Gibran immediately lay down his body for a while before then bathing and cleaning himself.

He does not eat dinner and prefers instant noodles to fill his stomach. Only occasionally, only today because Gibran has not bought any groceries. Gibran often scolded Kafka if his sister consumed instant noodles too often. Unhealthy.

With a glass of instant noodles cooked, the man in casual home-style clothes walked to his desk which was close to the glass window of the balcony where his laptop was lit on the table.

He grabbed the phone when a message came in making the flat object vibrate. The scretary told him that the files he needed had been sent. With his right hand holding the chopsticks and stirring his noodles, he came out of his obrol window with the scretary.

His eyes focused on the laptop screen before him with occasional gobbling up his noodles. Gibran clucked, actually living at home is much more fun because he can enjoy home-made food.

Usually, if in an apartment, he cooks himself. Or order through the app.

The man shifted his bowl of noodles that only the broth left. Then reach for the phone to contact the scretary again, but instead he was fixated on the contact Yashinta he named Masha.

On a whim, Gibran's hand opened the window of his screwdriver with Yashinta where there was no strory there yet. He involuntarily smiled faintly recalling Yashinta's innocent mannerisms in all three of their encounters.

The girl, who whined at the first meeting when Gibran found her on the street, acted as a nosy look as the two met in a bookstore and strange manner as they met in a shopping mall yesterday, when the girl suddenly cried at Gramed. Until now, Gibran did not know the reason why the girl was crying suddenly without knowing the place.

The man intended to get out of the chat window, but accidentally his finger sent a flower sticker to Yashinta. Gibran rounded his eyes, looking panicked. When she was about to delete the message, the girl read the message first and gave him a reply.

🌷

Mashas

What the fuck do you mean, Dad?

"Damn!" Gibran clucked, the rice was already porridge. He must straighten out so that there is no misunderstanding.

Sorry, wrong send. Gibran replied. He accidentally sent a message to the girl. He had no intention of contacting Yashinta at all.

Gibran stared at the phone screen with a serious look at the typing posts there until two incoming messages from Yashinta made him quickly re-open the chat window.

Modus. Tell me to ngchat Yas!

Very trite use reason wrong send😜

The man clucked with a stifled laugh at once annoyed that the girl was already thinking things through.

You little boy! Gibran typed in a reply lazily and put the phone on the table in a rough motion. His face looked irritated even though he was still waiting for a reply from Yashinta.

Mashas

Yes, sorry Om.

Gibran rounded his eyes. Yashinta really made her blood rise.****** the man's breath was hunting, he again typed a reply.

Masha, listen to me. I am still young and I don't want to be called.

Mashas

Then what? The deck?

Oh, you're happy to play around.

Mashas

Yes, pleased. Especially playing rain.

😠

Mashas

No kidding with parents.

"Now, child!" Gibran's own scuffles against the girl. Emotionally, he kept typing a reply.

Just watch out for you when we meet! Threatened him.

Gibran long enough to wait for a reply, but there was no writing typing there. Making Gibran anxious until then he realized the childish things he did.

Why is he serving Yashinta?

***

"Dining is ready Non." said Mbak Lala who was in the kitchen at the time.

"Yes. Thanks, Ms. Lala."

"Together Non Yas."

"His father ate?"

"Non't."

"Bi Rasti?"

"Here, I ate with me."

"Oh, jude. Then, Yas ate yah."

"Yes Non, please." Lala smiled faintly. He watched Yashinta eat. Lala has only been working at home for a year. But it feels like he poults what kind of person his master's son is.

He was spoiled, perhaps also because the father was very pampering him, especially Yashinta did not grow in the love of a mother. But Yashinta is not like the previous employer of Mbak Lala who likes to be careless towards their domestic assistant.

Yashinta is not like that, he even did some small things without asking Bi Rasti or Mbak Lala for help. Like tidying up his room occasionally or washing his own shoes. After the trick, Yashinta never got angry even though Mbak Lala and Bi Rasti never made a mistake.

Once upon a time, the newly working Lala Ma'am in the house cleaned up Yashinta's room space. At that time his master's son's room looked messy. Ms. Lala threw away some posters that she felt were no longer needed.

But apparently, the posters are Yashinta's favorite poster that the girl will keep in her safe because it will be replaced by a new poster. The girl did not scold Mbak Lala even though she looked very upset when she saw the poster tangled. But a few hours later, the girl had already returned as cheerfully as before.

Yashinta finished eating with the arrival of the father who brought his favorite cheese martabak. Andri just smiled looking at his daughter who was enjoying the cheese martabak that he bought at his ward on the way home.

"Bah,"

"What Honey?"

"Pity Ranti, too,"

"Pity. Poor why?"

"He works right home from school. Evening also work, the school lately often misfortune, in class also often seem sleepy." adunya considering the condition of Ranti lately, then go back to devouring her cheese martabak.

Andri who was listening nodded her head. "How do you want Papa, honey?"

"Yas Ranti did not work and trust Yas."

"Continue?"

"Repy nolak." Yashinta regrets Ranti's attitude at her suggestion.

"Wish he stopped working. Or if not, he has a large salary at a part-time job during the day so that the mall does not need to work anymore. Let's have enough rest time, Pah." at length the girl who made the papa back nodding his head.

"Let's let Papa talk to Ranti, yeah." Andri calmed down, Yashinta nodded with a wide smile that made Andri also smile.

"Oh, yes. One week to go is a company birthday. This time Papa wants to take you." tell Andri later.

"Make?"

"You're Papa's only son. You're going to take Papa's company forward."

"Now, you're an adult. Papa needs to introduce you to everyone." Andri explained, Yashinta nodded in understanding. No objection to Andri's invitation.

"Papa will also introduce you to someone" he continued. Yashinta just stared and watched the look of the face of the papa who looked happy. Afterwards, Yashinta only nodded faintly.

Yashinta returned to the room after eating his cheese martabak. The father also had to rest so that Yashinta could not continue to invite him to chat.

The girl lay down on the bed with her head glaring considering what the father said that Andri would introduce her to someone. Makes Yashinta wonder who is the person Andri will introduce her to.

"Papa can't be a mate, Yas, right. Papa, 'know Yas is Kafka's girlfriend." the girl was still wondering once she tilted to the right side.

"Hopefully not." he calmed himself down and closed his eyes as soon as he pulled the blanket. Choose to better rest yourself. Forgetting a chat from Gibran that should get a reply.

TB