Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Apartment

One word came to Yashinta's head as Yashinta entered Gibran's apartment unit. "Amazing." decanted. The man's apartment looked spacious, as a man the order of his apartment was so neat and clean.

"Cowok hygienic."

"Hmm?" Gibran in front of him turned around and asked.

"Ah, what?"

"From yesterday you said, but I'm not horrified." said Gibran because honestly since he had heard the girl's faint murmur.

"Oh, this, Yas is talking to Yas himself." said stiff, awward even to make Gibran frown. "Do you want me to take a shower?" gibran asked later, ignoring their previous discussion.

"Aren't you?" asked the girl spontaneously, again making Gibran frown with his mouth open, Yashinta also gawked at the man's expression, not realizing that what he said made Gibran misunderstand. "You mean Yas, the bathroom is just one?" the girl hurriedly straightened. Gibran nodded his head.

"Oh, if so Yas first." said who then stepped indeterminate direction, then stopped and looked confused. While Gibran ruffled his waist to look at the girl's behavior.

He sighed as Yashinta turned her body. "Why do you know so much, anyway. This is the first time you came to my apartment." he said, Yashinta speechless, just smiling at the man.

"The bathroom's over there!"

Gibran pointed at some steps of the stairs with a handle made of thick glass where a door was there. "Oh, okay." Yashinta is awkward about having to enter the man's room, especially when Gibran first walks, Yashinta follows him. Perhaps the man will show her the location of the bathroom.

Yashinta's assessment is not wrong about Gibran who likes neatness, the man's room was clearly very neat and clean with many bookshelves there. The thick books that Yashinta can guess are related to the business world are arranged according to the color of the book. Gibran seems so detailed in composing his books.

Walk in closet the man also looks neat with a masculine aroma that bursts into his sense of smell once set foot in the room.

Yashinta frowned when he saw one of the marvel super heroes perched on one of the bookshelves. Yashinta felt familiar. He once saw Ant-Man when he went into the salutations of Kafka's room.

Yashinta shook his head faintly to brush his mind. Gibran has a lot of money and can buy anything. After all, Ant-man isn't just one and the people who like it must have it.

"The bathroom's over there." Gibran resuscitated Yashinta and pointed at a white door. "The towel is inside."

Yahinta nodded, walked towards the bathroom but the next few seconds he stopped his steps, then turned around. Gibran. "What's wrong?" he asked as the girl looked doubtful.

"Jas did not bring a change of clothes." he said considering that the only clothes he had were those that stuck in his body in a wet state.

"I have a t-shirt and some pants. Looks like it'll fit you."

"But the same damn pants Yas, how?" he asked innocently without realizing it had made Gibran awkward even dodging to meet him. The man is deheming. "Bh same with Yas's wet pants Mas Gibran." he told me again. "Yes, Masha. I know." he said in a soft voice.

"How serious? Yas can't possibly pinjem pants have Mas Gibran, right? But Yas also can not be made, bh Yas also wet. Dipake is uncomfortable. If not use also Yas embarrassed by Mas Gibran." chat at length that managed to make Gibran massage the temple. Yashinta looked at him with astonishment.

"If you're ashamed why are you talking?" ask Gibran with a resigned look.

"Yes, Yas said what Mas Gibran was."

Gibran again sighed, it seemed like Yashinta the honest specialist who was the first time Gibran discovered, strangely he actually liked to see the honesty of the girl.

"You take a shower, let me think of it."

"No!" push it off quickly.

"Don't think the same about Gibran. Later Mas Gibran even thought dirty, again." the accusation that makes Gibran squinted to hear it.

"As far as you are." he said.

"Yaudah, let Yas think." said the girl with a look of annoyance. "Mas Gibran don't think. Watch out for thinking." he threatened as he passed to the bathroom.

"I was even more forbidden even more violated." the man said no with a little scream when Yashinta had entered the bathroom.

"Hhh, watch out!" Yashinta also shouted inside. Gibran laughed, "watch out if Yas is done. You pervert!"

Gibran again chuckled at the girl's screams, after which he simply stared at the bathroom door, smiled faintly and shook his head afterwards.

Gibran stuffed something on his phone as soon as he came out of the room. The man sighed afterwards, like any woman, Yashinta took a long shower. When the bell rang out, Gibran hurriedly got up from his seat and walked towards the entrance as his order must have arrived.

Slowly he stepped up and opened the door, but as soon as he saw who was behind the door, Gibran held back the door as his sister almost barged in.

"Gue wants to enter." said Kafka with a look of wonder because Gibran suddenly just held the door. Whereas usually Gibran will let it in just like that.

"Why did you come at this hour? I didn't get any guests." asked Gibran, a little panicked if Kafka found out that there was someone in his apartment, girl anyway.

Kafka sighed, at once the look on his face looked irritated. He carries a paper bag that he has checked the contents of. Gibran hastily snatched it.

"Loe's girl is in the dalem?' ask without answering the question of the brother. "Don't know!"

"Gue had seen the contents of the paper bag." said Kafka lightly, the young man had grinned when he saw the wet hair of the brother.

Kafka arrived as two women stood at the door of Gibran's apartment and said they were sending Gibran goods. Kafka offered to accept her, after she checked it turned out to be a woman's outfit, complete.

Maybe Kafka should not be surprised because the brother is an adult. But it felt strange that if Gibran really did that, Kafka knew his brother. Gibran will not easily relate to women even just to talk to each other, let alone sleep together.

"Loe's girl, right?"

Gibran sighed, speechless and chose to ignore his sister's question. "Gue's here to pick up my Ant-Man. Loe haphazardly, anyway, maen fretting." Kafka chose to ignore Gibran's affairs because the man seemed reluctant to discuss it and chose to focus on his initial intention of coming to the apartment.

Gibran sighed this time, yesterday as he came home to pick up some company files, he said, he did go into Kafka's room and randomly took one of his sister's marvel super heroes to complete the empty bookshelf. He thought Kafka wouldn't notice if the stuff in his room was missing.

"Gue tau loe. But it's still mine." said Kafka again, Gibran nodded. "Wait here, Mas take it first." said Gibran and closed the door.

"Loe didn't tell me to come in for a drink or–" Kafka clucked, flushing his messy hair that he didn't comb because he was in a hurry and just stood waiting for his brother to come back.

Before long, the door opened again, Gibran's position was still the same as before, he seemed to desperately hold the door so that Kafka did not barge in.

"Can't you see my sister-in-law?" kafka asked, a little peeking in hopes of seeing the figure Gibran was hiding. Honestly, he was curious.

"Udah, you're home. It's malem, Mother's case." Gibran just drove it away smoothly.

"Udah malem, do not forget to turn to the son of the "synastic Kafka as it passed, Gibran only shook his head faintly, then closed the door.

"Mas Gibran." he heard a shout from the direction of the room that made him hastily pass. But when he held the door handle apparently the door was locked from the inside.

"Don't come in, Yas's changing."

"On the bed was a paper bag, I bought you clothes." tell Gibran, Yashinta in the man's room hurriedly grabbed the paper bag and looked at the contents. Mouth gaping. "Huh" Gibran bought it? Why does it feel so embarrassing?

"Ada?" Yashinta turned towards the door as Gibran asked. "A–ada Mas." the girl was nervous, she bit her lower lip. While Gibran is out there clucking, "why is it weird, yah?"

Gibran dismissed his thoughts. Why does it feel strange when someone else in his apartment even goes into his room and acts like he is the owner of the room, making Gibran trapped outside.

Why does it feel like he just got married and the first time he took his wife to the apartment?

Gibran hurriedly shook his head. Especially when Yashinta in there makes a sound.

"Mas Gibran, the dress is kegedean." he shouted.

"Good dong."

"They're kettle."

Gibran sighed, why is the girl always excessive and troublesome? "If so open the door. If you feel uncomfortable it would be better to make my shirt." said Gibran in a helpless voice, even the eyes of the man suddenly sayu.

Before long the door opened, featuring Yashinta in a white oversized dress on her body. Gibran was surprised to see it because the girl looks scary with wet hair that is messy because it has not been combed.

"Kegedean, right?" he showed the dress to Gibran, Gibran nodded his head in agreement. Walk towards the closet. "You're wearing my shirt" she said, Yashinta nodded, ahead of the man's footsteps and was even in Kafka's presence when the man opened his wardrobe.

"Jas is looking for a shirt." she asked, who immediately got a nod from Gibran because the man had no choice. Perhaps it should be Gibran regretted when he saw his clothes were messy, irregular and unsightly.

"Have you?" ask Gibran with a resigned highlight. Yashinta, who was carrying a black t-shirt and black training pants, nodded after disrupting Gibran's wardrobe.

"Mas Gibran is out first."

Gibran smiled lazily, tired of serving the girl. "I guess this is my room."

"But Yas wants to change clothes, if Mas Gibran wants to be here aja jaudah." indifferent girl.

"Just a second! A minute!" Gibran covered his face as Yashinta looked about to undress.

Yashinta. "Joking." without a burden. "But by the way, well, Mas Gibran knows all the sizes Yas has." said the girl who made Gibran momentarily silent.

"Size?" Gibran frowned, Yashinta nodded with a smile. "Yes, this–" the girl pointed to her chest. "–sama in–"

"I'm just asking to be adjusted to your age." Gibran hurriedly replied before Yashinta pointed to the other part. Yashinta nodded his head.

Seeing the look on Gibran's face, the girl seemed happy to tease Gibran. "Seriously? Not because Mas Gibran knew just by squirming." his god.

"You–" Gibran boomed yet still able to hold back his emotions.

"Oh, yeah, there's no cctv here, right? There's nothing in the bathroom either, right?" the girl gave a glance. Again made Gibran surprised by the behavior that Yashinta showed.

"What do I need to install cctv for?"

"Yes who knows because Mas Gibran often bring women here continue to–"

The girl looked surprised as Gibran pulled his wrist until Yashinta's body was attached to the man. "Don't overdo Yashinta. I've never brought any woman here." she said with an unreadable look.

Making the girl freeze saw the annoyed expression of the man before her. Maybe Yashinta should have been scared, but the girl squinted at what Gibran had just said.

"Hmn, so that means Yas was the first woman to be brought to Mas Gibran's apartment?" asked with a faint smile, Gibran fell silent, his eyes fixed on Yashinta.

"Yes Mas Gibran?" keep flirting with Gibran as the man looks confused.

Slowly Gibran took off the girl's wrist, he sighed and massaged the temple as Yashinta continued to look at her with a smile.

Perhaps the next time, Gibran immediately returned the girl. He does not want high blood, but he also does not want to have heart disease because of Yashinta's adorable behavior.

TB

Thor kok Yashinta same Kafka did not meet in apart Gibran, anyway? I was having a special moment. Just wait, yeah.

Btw, make the ones that cast them. I have posted it on ig: eva_yuliaaan_04