Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Warm Chocolate Milk

A '90s movie about a ship sinking makes Yashinta just nailed in place. The girl was sitting in the main room of the apartment after Gibran told her to get out of the room, and she chose to watch television.

As soon as she heard the open door, Yashinta turned her head, looking at Gibran coming out of the room while shuffling her wet hair with her fingers. Yashinta smiled seeing the man's hair fall on his forehead.

"Watch what?" ask Gibran as he descends the stairs. "Titanic." the girl replied after later turning her attention back to the television screen.

Gibran simply nodded, walking towards the kitchen and towards the pantry. "Do you want instant noodles or warm chocolate milk?" tanyanya was a little screaming.

Instead of answering, Yashinta moved from her seat and followed Gibran to the kitchen. The man who was waiting for the answer just looked at Yashinta with a suspicious look. Don't let the kid mess up again.

"Mm, just warm chocolate milk. If instant noodles, Yas is still full. The Gibran laper?"

"You can't say a little?" ask Gibran who immediately got the headband from Yashinta.

"Cannot. I'm born." Yashinta said without thinking, Gibran smiled.

"You were born to talk?" he asked random.

"Yes, by the way, wear tears."

"Crying?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Gibran laughed, shortly after, shaking his head. While Yashinta displays an ordinary face, because the random thing he said was not funny to him. "His sense of humor is very low.heck, Om." decaknya that makes Gibran immediately relieve laughter and wheezing, back to cool mode.

"Well, what can you help?" tanyanya, want to contribute with Gibran in making warm chocolate milk.

"Mmm, please get the chocolate milk in the cupboard." pinta Gibran who immediately got the nod. The girl moved, about to open a closet that was so high. Gibran who was heating the water just a bated smile, he knew Yashinta would not be able to reach him.

Yashinta tried to grab the handle of the closet door. He clucked because he couldn't reach it. He immediately turned his body, apparently Gibran was already staring at him with a smile.

"Can't." he whined, sounding spoiled like he was Yashinta. Gibran just smiled, then walked up to the girl and opened the closet without getting rid of Yashinta's position.

The girl momentarily froze as the towering Gibran stood in front of her, slowly Yashinta looked up, he even had to gulp when he saw the man's adam's apple rising and making his feelings restless.

"You just wait there, let me make my own" Gibran said later. Yashinta lost the word, he could only nod with an awward look. Then walk up to the kitchen to return to the main room and sit there.

Gibran just looked at her and smiled. It was funny to see Yashinta with her mickey big shirt attached to the tiny body of the girl.

Some time later, Yashinta had enjoyed a warm milk chocolate made by Gibran while watching tv with the man. Out there, it rained down heavily again, even when the occasional sound of lightning was heard.

The two people simply fell silent to each other with their eyes focused forward. Each of them held a cup filled with warm chocolate milk.

Sometimes the look on Yashinta's face looked tense. Gibran proposes to watch a horror film and Yashinta cannot resist.

"You scared?" gibran asked, Yashinta turned his head, then shook his head and refocused his gaze forward. Honestly, he was indeed afraid, while Gibran looked flat-faced since the film began, probably because the man had been used to watching it and was no longer surprised by the sudden appearance of ghosts.

According to Yashinta, the ghostly appearance is not so scary, it's just that the shocking music that suddenly sounded to make him surprised to make him prance and invite Gibran tease.

A glimpse of Arumi's face flashed through his head, making him remember what happened on the roof of the company building the papa. He turned to the side, looking at Gibran who was coolly focusing his gaze forward denfan a flat expression.

"Mas Gibran." he called to make the man turn his head, so when Yashinta put his warm chocolate milk cup on the table, Gibran did the same thing and looked at the girl questioningly.

"What's wrong?"

"Jas wants a story." said the girl. Gibran did not respond immediately, only staring at Yashinta and making Yashinta assume if Gibran did not remember that the man offered his services to listen right when they got out of the elevator.

"Mas Gibran said to Yas that Mas Gibran can hear when Yas wants to tell."

"Mas Gibran said he wanted to hear what Yas was saying" he explained, this time getting a nod from Gibran. "Yes, I remember. What do you want to tell?" the man is ready to be a good listener.

Yashinta was silent, his brain was preparing the right diction to tell a story, until then he sighed and was ready to convey it to Gibran. "So at the company, Papa knew someone as Yas." he said, Gibran did not comment, only listening because Yashinta seemed to be continuing the story.

"Female. Papa said he was his future wife." he continued. Gibran watched the girl's expression for a while before then asking.

"Hmm, continues?"

"Yas didn't give me an answer yet." Yashinta's countenance turned sad. Exactly, the same expression as they met inside the elevator. Now Gibran knew the reason behind the girl's expression.

"You just need time." Gibran pacified understandingly with a warm smile.

"According to Mas Gibran, Yas is selfish not to forbid Papa to marry again?" the girl asked Gibran for his opinion.

"depends."

"depends?"

"Yes. Depends on your reasons for your Papa's kindness or not. If your reasoning is logical, it may be acceptable. But if your reasons are unfounded, then you're selfish."

"You're just coveting yourself."

Yashita scatters the lips, fully what Gibran says is true, it would be selfish if the reason Yashinta refused Andri's marriage is not logical. He is only self-fulfilling and does not care about the happiness of the father.

"If Om Andri married Arumi's mother. You won't do anything." continued with outstretched hands rubbing the top of Yashinta's head. The girl was just silent with a gaze that pointed at Gibran.

"You will be loved." continued again. The movement of his hand that rubbed the top of the girl's head was restrained when he found Yashinta who was staring at him, the two people looked at each other in a straight line.

Gibran's palm came down and ended up on the side of Yashinta's face, the girl only realized that the distance between her and Gibran was so close. Even very close when felt if Gibran ended up approaching.

Yashinta's heart beats twice as fast and sounds very noisy. According to scenes in the Korean drama that he often watched, Yashinta felt familiar for what is currently happening between him and Gibran. Furthermore, Yashinta was able to predict what would happen when Gibran's hand moved to the back of his head.

The girl rounded her eyes when she felt a soft, moist object land quietly above her lips, until her eyes slowly closed as if Gibran was hypnotizing her.

Gibran moved gently, pausing and opening his eyes, when he found Yashinta closing his eyes. He continues his spontaneous activity and he will bear the risk later.

Yashinta's hand went up to Gibran's chest, gently rubbing the man's chest. Yashinta only realized that Gibran's chest was so sturdy and he realized that what they were doing had crossed the line.

Yashinta dodged when Gibran would continue. As he woke up from a suggestion, Gibran also looked surprised. He was afraid that the girl would get angry and hate him.

"Yashinta, I–"

Yashinta hurriedly got up from his seat. "Mas Gibran, it's too bad, Yas has to go home." he said interrupting the man. It was suddenly wrong.

Gibran mendehem, rose from his seat and nodded his head. "I take the car keys first." Gibran said, stepping into his room and disappearing behind the door.

"Yashinta." the girl clucked at herself with a ringing. He slammed his head slowly into what had happened between him and Gibran earlier. Why is it so easy to give up in front of Gibran?

Yashinta knew Gibran was not entirely wrong because he did not do anything against him. However, why Yashinta just stay quiet and even enjoy it.

"Yas' first kiss." he sighed then while holding his still-wet lips.

****

The two men walked side by side in the basement of the apartment building. Both Yashinta and Gibran were both silent and made the atmosphere so awkward.

Yashinta wrapped in an army-colored parka jacket turned to the man beside her. When Gibran came out of his room with a jacket attached to his body some time ago, he also gave Yashinta a jacket because of the cold rain.

Gibran only raised an eyebrow when he had opened the door for the girl when Yashinta just stood daydreaming. "Oh, yes." the girl got into the car immediately.

During the trip, Yashinta and Gibran were silent, the time was twelve at night and Yashinta felt that the distance to his house felt so far away, maybe because he was saturated. Starting the conversation was awkward.

Yashinta cursed himself, regretting what had happened. Why was he so careless to let such a thing happen between himself and Gibran?

Yashinta turned his head back to the question of how many times to Gibran, the man seemed indifferent and did not start any conversation with him.

This time Yashinta throttled his lips because he was annoyed, usually he never ran out of chat topics. But in this case, the case is different. He was embarrassed to just meet Gibran.

The girl opened the seatblet quickly as soon as Gibran's car stopped in front of the gate of her house. "Yashinta." call Gibran when the girl's out. Gibran also came out.

The girl who stood in front of the gate of her house with a paper bag containing her wet clothes just silently looked at Gibran. "For the problem earlier–"

"We don't need to discuss." the girl interrupted quickly.

"Yas don't want to talk about it anyway. Think it never happened between us." he said, but some then he grumbled because Gibran did not discuss it or apologize. But when Gibran opened his voice he wanted the man to shut up.

"Not to be discussed?" Gibran frowned.

"Yes." Yeah."

Gibran screeched, making Yashinta wonder at his place. "I–iya, we are khilaf and now ..., consider it never happened to the pokonya! Udah, do not discuss it again, Yas do not want to hear anyway." the girl explained in stammering.

"Okay." Gibran said easily even though his gaze looked confused

"Just consider–"

"I know." this time Gibran said quickly as he put the hoodie on the girl's head, Yashinta whose eyes were covered with hoodie just smudged her lips.

"Judah if so." the girl replied resignedly. Gibran just nodded. "That's it, Yas comes in. Thank you very much Gibran. Later all Yas balikin." he means t-shirts, training and jackets.

"Including the kisses too?"

The girl clucked, looking at Gubran with a nagging look. "Jas in, dah Mas Gibran." the girl waved and entered when the security guard opened the gate.

Yashinta tried to relax and do as he said. Assume that never happened. But it can't be like that, Yashinta's memory is too sharp to forget.

"Oum!" the girl grimaced and covered her face with palms as soon as she entered the classroom. Bi Rasti who was standing near the sofa of the main room and was about to reprimand only nailed seeing the appearance of her master's son. When she was about to leave a few hours ago, the girl was wearing a fancy dress.

But this time? Why turn into training shirts and pants?

While outside the gate, Gibran who was still standing staring at the room Yashinta just sighed. "Why didn't anything happen?Huh, okay." said with a look not accepted.

TB

I post the cast here sometime, Dad. Not now because if the photo greatly affects the review process, usually long time to escape.