Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Home Together

"Later hanging out, lah, yu." asked Aris on the sidelines to eat, Sean shook his head, making Aris frown. "Where are you?" he turned to Kafka and Kafka seemed to just nod.

"Why Se?" the question then, back to Sean who was drinking. Aris had to wait a while to get an answer.

"Can't, later my mallem there is an event." replied Sean afterwards, put the bottle and briefly look at Yashinta, while the girl was cool to eat even though her ears still listened to the chatter of the boys at the table.

"Regular, successful entrepreneur's son. Busy." Kafka clucked, Aris raised his eyebrows, assuring.

"Take Hafi with his friends!" kafka's instructions later. Aris immediately nodded in agreement, hearing Hafi's name called, Yashinta felt familiar and raised her gaze, looking at Kafka sitting beside her.

"Walk it up at the nightclub yeah, Aris?" his question to Aris made Aris look at Kafka in confusion, Kafka frowned with narrowed eyes. "No, I'm, Yas. We're going to an expensive restaurant." Aris replied with a whimper.

"Who wants a traktrir? Is Aris having money?" yashinta asked who made the man gawk, feeling ridiculed by Yashinta. While Kafka and Sean seemed to hold each other's smiles.

"Gue isn't as good as Loe, Yas. But bukam means I want to treat my friends, it is. Pay for yourself." Aris with his cry seemed to be uninsulted.

Yashinta just smudged the lips to hear the man's response. "You want to follow, Yas?" the question then with sparkling eyes as if expecting Yashinta to come along and treat.

"No way, Yas has an event tonight." said Yashinta, then go back to eating his meat noodles. Leaving Aris' face gloomy because the girl's sentence faded Aris' hope. "Sometimes, deh, Yas will treat." continued the girl, spontaneously making a twinkle in Aris' eyes glittering dazzling Kafka and Sean who shook his head at the behavior of his friend.

***

"Bokap loe mgstill me work, the salary is decent, my colleagues there are also good with me. Just introduced I was so happy."

"Thanks well, Yas, you are my best friend."

Yashinta only smiled thinly while holding Ranti's hand as her best friend raved about it, thanking her endlessly since she left the classroom as soon as the bell came home.

"If my friends are not loe, I don't know how rich my life will be." he continued, looking sincere.

"Ranti, don't talk rich. Yas is just an intermediary, the rest is good with Ranti is God, not Yas." Yashinta responded with advice. Awakening the Yashinta if there is a fully regulated one, man is only an intermediary.

Ranti said after the bus arrived, while Yashinta still had to wait for the driver to arrive. Kafka had already passed along with Aris, passing through it without even offering a ride.

Yashinta thinks maybe Kafka was still upset about the butter cake thing yesterday.

"Masha's."

The girl, who was just staring at her shoes, looked up and saw a man in her car smiling at her.

Gibran went home to pick up some of his files left behind, he took a shortcut through Kafka school because the road he used to walk was jammed because of road repairs.

His sharp eyes caught the figure of the little girl sitting at the bus stop, seemingly waiting for an invitation and made Gibran interested in offering a ride because he recognized the girl.

"Masha." call him after he had a chance to honk.

"Mas Gibran." the girl seemed to wave her hand and got up slowly from her seat.

"Are you waiting for an invitation?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Go home with me." bargained, Yashinta then approached Gibran's car. "Go home with me." Gibran repeated his offer that Yashinta might not hear because of the noise of the vehicle engine.

"Wait for an invitation, Mas." said the girl, shortly after the phone from the pocket of the girl's uniform rang. Yashinta immediately reached into the phone and shifted the green icon. His face looked gloomy as soon as he received the call.

"Oh, that's it, well, sir. Yaudah, yes. No papa." he said that made Gibran smile. "My offer is still valid, as if your pickup car has a problem." said the man who has been watching.

"Sopir Yas will be late to pick up, his car tire broke and now again in the workshop." said the girl who made Gibran immediately open the car door. Yashinta was silent as if considering, while the man behind the wheel had patted the passenger bench to tell Yashinta to sit down immediately.

Shortly after, the car drove along with Yashinta who for the second time sat in the man's car right next to him.

"We stopped by first." said Gibran when the car passed a cafe. "No need, Mas. Just go home." Yashinta replied with a sweet smile, making Gibran turn his head.

"I'm not nawarin you." sahit the man who made Yashinta blink with a sweet smile that faded from his face. "I'm a laper." he continued, making Yashinta smudge lips while Gibran just smiled.

While elsewhere, Ranti seemed excited on her first day of work. He looks so cheerful and happy to serve the customers in the restaurant. When he happened to be cleaning the table close to the entrance, he was ready to greet the customer, "good dat–" not yet the sentence he finished, the girl's smile faded instantly, the girl's smile faded, while the man who had just come was just raising an eyebrow, looking at him full of wonder.

"Loe didn't welcome me?" sean asked the girl who ignored him.

"Why did Joe, anyway, come here?" ranti asked, not friendly. Sean did not reply, only watching Ranti who seemed to dislike him.

"Gue kesel same loe because ngebiarin temen loe macarin my best friend." Ranti just answered. "Udah, you don't have to stop by this restaurant, don't spoil my mood!"

"Gue wants to work" said Ranti who never hid her status as an incapable person.

"Where to go!" banish him, refusing to have a long argument with Sean.

"Mas Sean." Sean straightened his gaze, Ranti also turned to the source of the voice where there was a colleague there who had just called Sean.

"Sir Manager was waiting in his room." he said, Sean nodded his head. Staring at Ranti who looked at him in wonder then passed.

Ranti looked at the back of the man who had passed into the restaurant manager room by occasionally replying to the greetings of the waitresses, Ranti only realized when her partner patted her on the shoulder. "Have you talked to Sean? You guys are familiar, huh?" asked, Ranti just nodded with a face that was still astonished.

"Oh, you're one go, yeah?" he asked again who again got a nod of the head from Ranti.

"But who is he? Why should I see the Resto Manager?" asked Ranti after waking up from her daydream.

"Oh, that. Sean's his nephew."

"Huh?"

****

Yashinta entered the room after Gibran drove him home safely to the front gate of the house. Yashinta offers the man to stop by but Gibran refuses because he has to rush back to the company.

Yashinta picks up the phone, intending to contact her boyfriend and ask where he is. But he first saw the window of his chat with Gibran just below the name of Kafka he pinned.

Yashinta smiled recalling some time ago when the two stopped by the cafe because Gibran was starving.

"Yas not a laper." said the girl when Gibran offered her a meal. "Really?"

"Yes Mas Gibran, the real Yas. Yas doesn't like to lie." he said seriously.

"Judah then."

"Just order a tiramisu, yeah." he asked then with a big smile, Gibran smiled and then nodded his head. "Mas Gibran used to stop by here?" yashinta asked after Gibran ordered the food.

"Ever a few times."

"Payments."

"Why?"

"Watiress is rich in the same name as Mas Gibran."

"Hmm?"

"Ngeliatin Mas Gibran continues." Yashinta several times caught wet those who were staring at Gibran.

Gibran shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Maybe because I'm handsome."

"Mas Gibran is handsome?" yashinta asked what seemed to bother Gibran with the question.

"You don't think I'm handsome?"

"Beautiful, but a little."

Gibran chuckled while Yashinta looked ordinary. "Yas never lies, Mas Gibran." he assured.

"Yes, yes, I believe." said Gibran, who seemed patient with Yashinta. Though his first impression of the girl was very bad, he did not even like Yashinta who was raving a lot. But that afternoon, Gibran was so enthusiastic about listening to Yashinta who told him about his school activities without Gibran asking.

The girl saw Gibran's hat which was still on him because the man gave it as a gift.

Yashinta astonished himself, but he was with Gibran not so familiar, the two only often mumbled messages through a mobile phone, that's all.

But Yashinta felt so close to the man, especially the way Gibran listened to all his chatter made Yashinta comfortable telling stories.

"Om Gibran is understanding." so his daydreams are spoiled.

TBC.