Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Boutiques

Gibran returned to the company after meeting with Andri. He took off the suit he was wearing as soon as he arrived in his greatness room, attached it to a stand hanger in the corner of the room. He leaned back with his eyes closed before realizing that there was tupperware stacking on his desk.

Before entering the room earlier, the scheduler conveys if there are people who deliver food from home. Gibran smiled, grabbed his cell phone and dialed his number. In the third ring, the call is connected.

"Hallo Mother." he immediately greeted his beloved woman.

"Yes, Mas. Have you had lunch?" ask Mommy at the end of there. "Not yet."

"Okay, lunch, yeah. Mother has cooked your favorite food." tell her who seems to have known if the ship has arrived in Gibran's hands.

"Yes Mother. Mommy's having lunch?" Gibran asked back.

"It's just about to have lunch together."

"Aren't you home, Bun?"

"Yes, same with her boyfriend." Mother's voice sounded happy.

Gibran clucked, the boy was really happy to bring his girlfriend home. Well, Gibran knows, because apartment wouldn't be Kafka's choice. However, Gibran will be watching his brother through a surveillance camera.

"Then, Bun. Say hello to his girlfriend Kafka."

"Yes. Nqnti Mommy convey, well."

"Hm. Mother's Bah."

Gibran disconnected, he stared at his phone screen and smiled. His finger opened the chat app and looked at his chat window with Yashinta. He has not yet replied to the message that the girl sent this morning because she was busy for half a day.

***

Meanwhile, at home lunch takes place when Kafka and Yashinta come down from the top floor, Mommy just smiles at the sour look of Yashinta who seems to meet the temptation of Kafka. Throughout the lunch, small talk around the school takes place at the dinner table.

Mother asked a lot and Yashinta answered, Kafka only occasionally made a sound when Mother asked him directly.

Afterwards, Mommy herself asked Kafka to take them to the boutique. Of course Kafka could not resist, but he first returned to his room to change clothes. While Mommy and Yashinta wait for him in the main room while watching tv and enjoying pieces of apples.

Yashinta chewed on the piece of apple, he looked at Mother who smiled at the television show that aired culinary news. "Mother," he called, diverting Mother's attention from the television screen.

"What's the matter, honey?"

"It turns out Kafka has an older sister, huh, Mommy?" the question is to remember the photo that was displayed in Kafka's room. The only picture he saw in the house.

Mother did not answer, only nodded her head, then rubbed Yashinta's hand.

"Yes, her sister is busy. The nerusin of their father's company eats it rarely at home."

"This morning Mommy sent lunch to his company." tell Mommy. Before long he clucked, making Yashinta notice him. "Darguably, you're not a match."

This time Yashinta frowned. "I mean Mother?"

"Yesterday her sister Kafka was home. But one day ago parted to stay in the apartment, the work was much more." at length Mother while Yashinta was only able to nod her head.

"She sends her greetings to you." continued Mommy remembers her chat with her eldest puura via telephone.

"Say hello back, Mother."

"Yas so curious, her sister Kafka handsome too, well, must be Mother?" tanyanya without the shade aling which actually makes Mother laugh, then nod her head.

While Yashinta knows it because he can see for himself how good Kafka looks. His sister would definitely not be much different. Moreover, Yashinta saw a photo of his childhood and brother Kafka did look handsome.

"For the first time Yas came here, Yas never saw a family photo of Mother. So don't know if Kafka has a sister." Yashinta hesitated to say this. Fear of offending Mother.

"Mother cannot refuse." continued Mother.

Yashinta nodded in understanding, apparently like that. It's only fitting that Yashinta had never seen a single photo on the wall of the house.

"If Yas can tell, what kind of sick father, Mother?"

"Mama Yas also died ten years ago. Mama Yas is sick with leukemia." Just as you did a few seconds ago, the girl carved a smile even though there was a deep enough wound in her heart considering how God picked up her paradise.

Mother rubbed Yashinta's back gently, understanding Yashinta's feelings even though the girl carved a wide smile. "Father has a heart."

"The same father Mama Yas must be happy in heaven." comfort Yashinta.

"Yes dear."

After the maelow chat, as Kafka descended from the upper floors, Yashinta and Mommy got up from their seats and prepared to leave.

The two women simply threw smiles at each other as Kafka grumbled behind the wheel. How not, Yashinta and Mommy sit in the back bench, making Kafka look like a driver even though in reality Mother and the oacar are making him a driver.

Along the way, Mommy talks a lot about everything with Yashinta. Two people are like not running out of topics, there is always a new topic that both can discuss.

Sometimes the two people laugh when there is something funny, Kafka who is driving also occasionally see it through the rear vision mirror. Notice how Yashinta laughs back there.

At least, Mommy can replace him to make Yashinta laugh, because Kafka can't.

Mother's arrival with Yashinta was welcomed by employees at the boutique. They prepared some of the latest dresses and dresses when Yashinta asked them according to Mother's instructions who informed her before coming.

"Try it, honey. Which is suitable." proposed Mother when Yashinta seemed confused to choose some dress in her hand.

Yashinta nodded in agreement, he was helped by one of Mother's trusted employees to enter the dressing room and try some dresses and dresses that he chose himself.

Yashinta tried a white midi dress. Mother gaped at the girl who was so beautiful with a dress that seemed to fit her.

"Kafka, come here." Mother called Kafka who was in her room.

Kafka who was playing vidio game just clucked, but also still obeyed the orders of the Mother then rose and stepped into the existence of Mother.

"What the hell, Bun?"

"See." Mother set her sights on Yashinta, making Kafka do the same. The young man momentarily stared at Yashinta's appearance.

"Where do you think?" ask Mommy. Kafka did not reply, who had to make Mother turn her head and find her son was stunned. Mother clucked, nudged the young man and made him realize.

"A, why Mother?" tanyakanya. While some officials there as well as Yashinta just smiled at Kafka's behavior.

"Good, beautiful Yashinta."

"Mother means dress, fit or not?"

"aaa?" Kafka looked astonished, he misbehaved himself and increasingly made them there could not help laughing at Kafka who was fascinated by Yashinta.

"Mother fit, all Mother's clothes here will be good." said indifferently the man as it passed to return to his place.

Mother clucking. "Mother, nanyain's dress. If it's Yashinta, don't ask again. It's pretty, isn't it?" mother told her employees, they nodded yes. Making Yashinta look blushed, especially when looking at Kafka's behavior a moment ago.

It feels so funny.

TB