Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Blue Tent, Fried Rice and Rain

Yashinta saw a circular watch on her wrist that showed ten o'clock at night. He returned to his place as soon as Saras passed away, aloof there and just staring at the dark sky without a single star. "We want rain" he sighed, raising his hand.

As soon as Yashinta heard the sound of footsteps, he turned his body and saw Sean walking towards him. Yashinta smiled awkwardly, the man did not return his smile and just stood beside Yashinta and also saw the object that made Yashinta feel at home there.

Yashinta returned to the position, honestly he felt bad for Sean as well as awkward. After all, his expression just a moment ago must have made Sean upset and offended. Had he been with Sean really been going to be a sauadara and live in the same house .., Yashinta could not have imagined it.

"First,"

Sean looked. "Loe doesn't have to say anything. I understand how it feels to be in the position of loe." he said that made Yashinta silenced, he locked his lips tightly.

"Gue already knew my relationship was the same bokap loe a few months ago. I was also very rich and surprised. I'm not willing if you have a new suokamu." said to start the conversation, the eyes of the two had a chat before then Sean back straightened the view

"Gue doesn't want to have a half-brother ." Sean chuckles in this bag, Yashinta just listens.

"But after I thought. It feels selfish if I refuse the desire. She's been alone for a long time, taking care of me from small with single parent status."

"Gue is evil if he has to live alone until old age after I know how he desperately fights for me." Sean turned his head, then carved a warm smile.

Yashinta says nothing until Sean leaves in front of her. He understands Sean's intentions but his heart is not as clean as Sean to immediately agree. Yashinta still has to consider.

"Yashinta." the girl turned the body upside down when a familiar voice greeted her sense of hearing. The father smiled and walked towards him with Gibran beside him.

"Yes, Pah?"

"Papa is still a long time, you must have cape. Let you go home first to Gibran, well." Andri said understandingly. He knew his daughter was already very uncomfortable being in the middle of an adult-dominated event.

"Sean and Aunt Arumi have also come home" he continued.

"You've been driven home to Gibran."

"Nerepotin?" the girl asked Gibran, Gibran shook his head faintly, making the girl smile thinly. The smile this time seemed sincere from a while ago when they met inside the elevator.

"Yes, Pah. If so Yas pamit go home." said cheerfully. Andri smiled, rubbed the top of his head and waved a glance as Yashinta passed from before him.

The two men stepped into the elevator. While in the elevator, the two were silent. Gibran turned his head, looking at the girl who did not babble much, it felt strange. However, it is much better than seeing Yashinta gloomy like a moment ago.

"Would we go straight home?" ask Gibran as soon as they arrive at the basemant of the building. The man who had opened the car door for Yashinta looked at Yashinta waiting for a response. The girl who faced him with the car door as a barrier just squinted.

"What if we eat first. Yas laper, earlier this year did not eat Yas know a good place to eat here," his proposal that made Gibran smile widely, that's what he wanted. He did not want to rush home.

"Deal" Gibran said, Yashinta got into the man's car, Gibran slightly circled the car and sat in the control seat. Shortly after, the car drove. Gibran continued to smile as if contracting the aura of the girl beside him who was fond of smiling.

Strange it feels when he should feel happy for nothing just because Yashinta is more proposing a meal than going straight home.

This time the man chuckled at his strangeness, seizing the attention of the girl beside him until Yashinta noticed the look on Gibran's face. "Why Gibran?" he asked, Gibran looked. "Ah, no." the man cleared his throat, reluctant to reply and refocused driving so controlling the expression.

Yashinta beside him screeched with a smile looking at the man, then refocused his gaze forward unconsciously if Gibran glimpsed back at him with a smile.

***

Kafka pecked out of the bathroom after cleaning himself, his hand rubbing his wet hair with a small towel stuck, he frowned. Seeing something different with his glass cabinet until he realized that one of his Marvel Super Heroes did not exist. The man looked dumbfounded.

"Ant-Man." decaknya who then hurriedly opened the wardrobe and took a shirt with a jacket then out of his room.

"Where are you going?" asked Mother when she saw the youngest child walking seemed to rush down the stairs.

"To Gibran's apartment for a while Bun." the man said as he passed after kissing the mother's cheek.

"'Mas Gibran' Ka." Mother insists but the child does not huddle because it has passed out.

***

A fried rice menu on the side of the road with a blue tent is the choice of Yashinta to invite Gibran to stop there. Maybe Gibran should praise the girl a little, he did not expect that Yashinta would eat on the side of the road.

Gibran knew many rich children who refused to eat on the roadside for unhygienic reasons. But Yashinta looks different.

"You eat here often?" gibran asked as the girl was eating her fried rice.

"Hm, a couple of times. Yas has temen and he's happy to make Yas eat on the side of the road. The food was delicious, the place was clean, Om Gibran had nothing to worry about." - his chatter that made Gibran almost grit his teeth heard how the beautiful girl called him with the appendage 'Om'.

"Mas Gibran didn't eat?" the girl hastily asked Gibran not to have time to tease him.

"Eat, I eat." the man said and devoured his fried rice. But his focus was shifted to Yashinta. After getting to know the girl, Gibran feels his days are more alive, especially every time he meets Yashinta. Gibran wanted to deny his strange feelings, but he was fully grown to understand what he was feeling.

The attention of the girl who was eating was distracted as a group of children busked outside the tent. Gibran watched as Yashinta slowly developed a smile, Gibran's feelings warmed, as the girl turned her attention to him, asking Gibran. "Why not eat at a restaurant?"

"Hmm" Yashinta seemed to think.

Gibran nodded faintly, looked around and found there were only the two of them inside the tent where there were only five tables there.

"Many people prefer to eat in a luxurious place with mediocre money rather than eating in a regular place where they will make the traders happy because they get customers." oceh Yashinta in one breath.

"Why is it rich?" this time Gibran propped his chin and sat down with the girl.

"Hmm, the presentation is like this, fifty percent because they have money, while thirty percent because restaurants are more elite."

Gibran frowned after hearing the girl's explanation, it felt like something was lacking.

"Twenty percent?"

This time Yashinta nodded. "Hmmx while the twenty percent is rich Yas. Forgetting to bring money, so eat here instead of at the restaurant." he said that made Gibran laugh, while Yashinta just smiled and then continued eating.

"But seriously, Yas always pity that the angkringan traders are quiet."

"Kaya gini for example," decaknya with the face bent. "The father of the fried rice seller must have wanted to go home." the girl's face looked gloomy. Gibran just watched, then smiled as soon as he got a brilliant idea.

"You want his father's merchandise cepet abis so he can spit home?" ask Gibran suddenly.

"Hmm, how?"

Instead of answering, Gibran got up from his seat and walked out of the tent. "Kids." he called out to some busking children. "You want to eat?" he asked, the children nodded.

"You want some fried rice?" they nodded back. "Good," he said.

"Sir, all the fried rice is wrapped. Love these kids."

"All Sir?" The fried rice seller looked dumbfounded. "Yes. You can share it with people who are hanging out as well." he said that made Mr. fried rice seller look happy.so did the kids who busked.

"Your voice was good." praise Gibran for taking out a few fifty thousand bills and handing them to one of the children.

Yashinta could not help but be fascinated by what Gibran did. The girl clucked with a look of admiration that radiated in her eyes. "Om Gibran is very wise."

"Thank You Sir. Thank you very much." one of them spoke with a joyful look. Gibran smiled. "Thank you to the big brother over there." the man pointed at Yashinta who was watching them.

Yashinta carved out a wide smile, then waved a greeting to the children. "Thank you, brother" they said together. Yashinta nodded. threw her gaze at Gibran who was looking at him with a gentle gaze.

***

"All children born into this world carry their own sustenance. Not all kids get it." it was the first word that came out of Gibran's lips after they came out of the blue tent and watched the children handing out fried rice styrofoam to their friends.

Yashinta nodded, Gibran turned his body to the girl, making Yashinta do the same so that the two faced each other.

"So you should be grateful. You live well, all needs are filled with the same parents." he told Yashinta, the girl nodded her head with a big smile.

"Every Boss."

Gibran smiled, as the man's outstretched hand rubbed the top of Yashinta's head, Yashinta sculpted, looking at Gibran with a faint smile, suddenly stiffened before the man.

In fact, as it slowly drizzled down, Yashinta still only blinked with a fixed look at Gibran who was smiling, until as soon as it rained heavily, Gibran immediately pulled his hand. Making the girl move quickly followed Gibran towards the car parked far enough away from the blue tent stall.

Yashinta felt, her footsteps were so slow. He and Gibran are like running with slow motion in the rain. "Yashinta," Gibran's voice resuscitated him and made him rush into the car when Gibran's car door opened.

"Well, wet." decak Yashinta as the two were already sitting in the car. Yashinta looked out the window, and the atmosphere became quiet as everyone in the street was looking for a place to shelter.

"My apartment is from here. If we go to the apartment I didn't papa?" ask Gibran.

"Huh?" Yashinta is not yet connected.

"Your house is far away, we can't get there wet. Let's go to my apartment first, how about?"

"Ah, oh, yes. Can You." Yashinta had no other choice. As Gibran already said if the distance from their position is closer to the apartment Gibran than the house Yashinta.

Gibran nodded, picked up some tissue and handed it to Yashinta to have the girl wipe his face.

Yashinta smiled with a wry smile, strange when he suddenly felt nervous near Gibran. "No, something must be wrong with Yas." he said slowly but apparently still can be heard by Gibran.

"What's up, Masha?"

"Ah, uh. No, no." he smiled awkwardly. Gibran stared at her a little longer, while making sure that the girl was okay even if she just stared stiffly ahead. Gibran began to turn on the engine of the car, then began to drive his car slowly under the swift rain.

TB