Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Butterflies

After returning from the company, Gibran decided to go home because his mother called him and asked him to come. His favorite food menu was available on the table as soon as he arrived.

"Have you come, my dear?" Mother welcomed her eldest son. Gibran nodded with a smile, greeting the Mother also landed a kiss on the cheek of the Mother.

"Have a meal, yes." take Mommy, Gibran nodded again and immediately sat down.

"Surely you miss home cooking, huh?" Mother scoops the rice onto the man's plate. Gibran got up for a while, rolled up the sleeves of the light blue shirt he was wearing and washed his hands in the sink.

"Great Bun." he answered Mother's previous question.

"Do you still want to live in an apartment?"

Gibran sat back in his place, and Mother also sat down. To be honest, Gibran understood the reason the Mother suddenly told him to go home was not just for dinner. There must be something to talk about. Either about Kafka, or maybe even himself.

"Hmm?" Mother asked for an answer because Gibran was silent.

"For some time Bun." the man gave a short speech and devoured his food. Mother just watched. "Eat a lot." tell him later, not wanting to ask much. Gibran complied and ate, not much to say so to Mother.

"Will not go to the store today?" ask Gibran on the sidelines.

"To the boutique, but only for a moment." Mother said briefly and made Gibran just nod his head. He recalled the dress that Yashinta wore at his papa company's birthday ceremony. Dress the design of the Bunda–or maybe just similar, Gibran does not know for sure. But he was sure if the dress belonged to the Mother.

"Cafka hasn't come home yet?" gibran asked, remembering that his brother was not there. There was no sign of the man.

"Say he came home late, out of the group."

"Out of the group continue to date." sloppy that makes Mother smile. When Gibran finished his meal, Mother offered him a glass of water. He waited for his son to drink.

"Anyone wants to talk to Gibran?" the question from the beginning was sensitive to the invitation of the Mother.

Mother smiled, then nodded her head. "Is there a boyfriend?" the question that made Gibran momentarily silent. Her mother's question was too sudden and unexpected.

"Kafka yesterday said Mas brought women to Mas apartment. Really so?" ask Mommy again, her face looks worried.

"Kafka said that?" Gibran asked back.

Mother nodded. "If indeed you already have a boyfriend, there is a candidate, get to know Mother. Take it to Mother's house. Don't take her to the apartment, yeah."

"Mother wants to see the prospective mother's daughter-in-law." continued Mommy expectantly. While Gibran seemed to have no idea what to react to while the girl who came to his apartment was just a high school boy, moreover the girl even told him to forget what happened between them in the apartment.

"So really what Kafka said when Mas wanted to move again to the apartment, if Mas already had a girlfriend."

"Not your girlfriend."

"Hm. Then?"

"Sometimes Gibran will meet Mother Kafka." Gibran refused in the end. Mother nodded in agreement and smiled.

"Mas nginep here what's home to the apartment?" ask Mother later.

"Go home, Bun." Gibran immediately replied.

"Anything wrong?" Mother regrets, even though it is night.

"Gibran's desk at the apartment is a mess, Bun. It wasn't until early this morning that Gibran was finished." he was looking for an excuse.

But Gibran did not lie, his desk was completely messy and he needed to tidy it up immediately so that he could not stay at the mother's house.

Mother just fell silent. Gibran made his best smile. Shortly after, he decided to return to the apartment.

Gibran exited the house along with Kafka's car that had just arrived in the yard, Gibran chose to stand on the porch waiting for his sister to get out of her car.

"Swort?" ask the man as soon as he gets off. Gibran just shook his head. Kafka walked to the terrace and sat on a chair there, putting his phone on a glass table.

Gibran just looked at her and sat down. He looked at Kafka's right hand which looked different, looking red. "Why your hands?" tanyakanya.

Kafka raised his right hand. "Oh, this. Biasaalah, young man."

"Because of the hot water?"

"What practices are in school?"

"Ordinary, young man."

Gibran rolled his eyes irritated. "Child today when playing hot water?" dongkol. Kafka laughed, "no. It was a small accident just now right in the restaurant deket loe company."

"Mister Andri's Restaurant?"

Kafka nodded, shortly after the atmosphere became silent. The brothers both looked forward with different heads, but were fixed on the same person.

Kafka who continues to imagine what happened between him and his girlfriend in his car this afternoon, as well as the relationship Sean and Yashinta who seemed close.

When he went to the girl's house to take his credit card, he saw Sean's car that had just left the street in front of the gate of Yashinta's house.

While Gibran felt burdened because Mother wanted to be introduced to the woman he brought to the apartment. Mother asked for something a little impossible to get Gibran to realize.

"What did you say to Mother?" ask Gibran to his brother.

Kafka looked over in panic, "say nothing." Dustanya, dodging. Gibran turned his head and raised a sharp gaze. Kafka's smiling. Scratching the back of his head that is not itchy.

"Gue said what it is." Gibran frowned demanding clarity.

" The end of Mother nanyain loe state. Yes I replied you're safe in the apartment with your future wife."

Gibran clucked, clueless with his sister's mindset while Kafka just stared at him with a sinless face. Before long, the man's phone rang, but Kafka seemed to ignore it because it was a phone call from one of Alley Youth's children who invited him out and Kafka had refused so he did not want to talk again.

Gibran just turned his head, until the phone stopped ringing and he saw the wallpaper of Kafka's phone. Gibran frowned, looking familiar with the photo of a man turning his back on the sunrise on a hill.

***

Meanwhile, at Yashinta's house. Andri who had received news from his future wife if his daughter came to visit Arumi even took Arumi home and spent several hours at his home very grateful to his beloved daughter.

After introducing Yashinta to Arumi at the company's birthday show and seeing how her daughter reacts. Even if Andri did not discuss it at home, he patiently waited for his daughter to make a decision. Because his happiness is with Yashinta.

Once he is happy together with the woman he loves, if Yahsinta is not happy then it is better not to marry at all. He didn't want the smile on his daughter's face to disappear just for a moment.

"Yes also wants Papa to be happy. Yas will be happy to see Papa happy." said the girl as Andri held her in his arms.

After the drama, Yashinta who was waiting for Ranti exclaimed happily when the girl came after Yashinta told her personal driver to constrict Ranti.

"Taraa." Ranti looks sumringah, showing Yashinta's favorite cheese martabak box.

"Ranti, why bother, anyway." he clucked though inwardly very pleased. Immediately grabbed the martabak box from Ranti's hand.

"This is for Andri." Ranti ignored the girl and handed Andri one more box, smilingly accepting it. "The Shouts of Ranti."

"Yaudah, let's go to Yas yu's room. There aja eat martabaknya." invite Yashinta looks impatient, he immediately pulled Ranti to climb one by one ladder.

"Darling, don't run up the stairs." Andri shouted, Yashinta did not reply. He was too enthusiastic to immediately devour his martab and tell stories with Ranti.

Andri just shook his head to see the behavior of his favorite daughter.

***

Yashinta drags Ranti into her room. He and the girl immediately sat on the bed and enjoyed the cheese martabak that Ranti brought as a hand.

"Where does Ranti work?" Yashinta started the conversation.

"Hmm, smoothly." Ranti replied with a fluffy smile, remembering how she had a brief conversation with Gibran this afternoon, not thinking if the man remembered it.

Yashinta looked at the look on the girl's face, she narrowed her eyes. "Strong look Ranti his face. What's up?" he asked enthusiastically when Ranti held back a smile that seemed to tempt him to be more curious.

"Yaskins."

"Hmm?"As Yashinta sparkled, he put a piece of cheese martabak in his mouth.

"I met my angel Yashinta this afternoon." Ranti looked excited, making Yashinta also happy.

"Continuously?"

"Hmm, no, no. We're just talking about it when I bring food to his desk." Ranti was a little sorry. He can't mince words and his interlocutors either. Basically they are just strangers, it is very natural if stiff and awkward when it comes to talking.

"Bubert hockey rants. Don't you guys be a match, again. Iih, Ranti should have asked for her phone number" said Yashinta who made Ranti misbehave suddenly, the girl laughed without anything funny. Exactly, the kasmaran people are like that.

"Yas Ranti is in love." Yashinta hugged Ranti's body, Ranti hugged back. Such a moment had not happened between them since Ranti had to work part-time at night. Ranti rarely goes to her house to stay.

"Where is your meeting like Sean's?" tanya Ranti then remembered that before Aris came and told Kafka's invitation, Yashinta had told her if she was going to the Hospital to visit Mama Sean.

"Hmm," Yashinta nodded her head with a smile that made Ranti already able to deduce if it was good news.

"Later home loe so rame dong." decaknya, Yashinta just smiled to respond.

Yashinta looked at Ranti, she bit her lower lip. To be honest there are important things that he needs to share with Ranti. Regarding her kiss with Gibran the other day in the man's apartment, but .., Yashinta was hesitant.

He just went back to devouring his hammer with no interest, while Ranti seemed to be smiling to herself. Until the sound of the phone ringing makes Yashinta turn to his phone that he keeps on the bedside table, while Ranti asik himself imagines.

Yashinta grabs the phone, Angel id graces the screen of her phone. The girl's eyes were round, it caught Ranti's attention and made the girl frown. "What's wrong?" ask Ranti, curious.

Yashinta put her index finger on her lips. Then shift the green icon and stick the flat object in her ear. Ranti joined in to hear the voice of the caller.

"Hallo." Yashinta greeted half in doubt.

"I'm downstairs."

Yashinta rounded his eyes, he even looked surprised and closed his mouth. Get out of bed and walk to the balcony. The girl shook her head in disbelief when she found out that Gibran was really there. Ranti who was left just watching without moving from her position.

"Mas Negapain?" ask Yashinta, astonished.

Down there, Gibran seemed to scratch the back of his head. He was determined to come to Yashinta's house just because he broke off communication with the girl for a few days without thinking of any reason for the question from Yashinta that he had predicted.

"Euu, I."

"I just passed by and happened to want you." the man said ambiguously, after which he cursed himself. Maybe he should have brought a special fried rice from a blue tent stall to mince words.

Shortly after, Gibran mendehem mendehem to relieve awkwardness.

"Mas Gibran wants to get Yas's shirt, pinjem?" ask Yashinta at the end.

"Well, yeah, that. I'm here to take my clothes." she said with a grimacing face. In the end Gibran had to use that shameful excuse to meet with Yashinta.

Yashinta who heard Gibran's reply seemed to fold his lips, he turned around and saw a paper bag containing Gibran's clothes that he borrowed yesterday. To be honest he already wanted to return, but still felt hesitant to meet the man. Moreover, Gibran never contacted him at all after the incident that occurred between them.

Ranti only propped her chin on the balcony divider in Yashinta's room. Staring at the girl who was meeting her angel after saying goodbye will come down.

"Loe has to go to me!" ranti said with threatening eyes when she saw the item Yashinta would return to her angel.

"Congratulations, Ranti. Yas later story. Let Yas go downstairs now."

Yashinta let out a sigh before steadying herself and stepping her feet out of the gate.

Beside his car, Gibran looked at the girl who had just arrived with a paper bag in her hand.

"Mas Gibran deliberately came here?" ask him to get rid of awkwardness.

"I happen to be from my parents' house. Keep wondering if my clothes are on you. I deliberately came because I thought you wouldn't come back." at length the man.

"Who said?" the girl did not accept.

"That's why you never called me again after pinjem my shirt." Gibran answered loudly and made Yashinta grieve.

But a few details later, the girl just stared down with her legs forming an abstract pattern down there. Gibran just looked at her and smiled.

Suddenly, his feelings were much better after meeting the girl. "This–" Yashinta handed a paper bag containing Gibran's clothes to the owner. "Thank you, well, Mas Gibran." said with a sweet smile.

Gibran nodded with a smile no less sweet and received the paper bag that the girl thrust.

Afterwards, the two people simply fell silent to each other while the eyes of the two looked at each other. On the balcony of Yashinta's room, Ranti tries to see Yashinta's acquaintance. He could not see his face because of the great distance. Not to mention, the evergreen trees growing in the garden of papa Yashinta blocked his vision.

"What?" yashinta asked as the man just looked at her without saying a word. Gibran shook his head with a smile.

"No, what do you think is the reason I'm too shy?" tanyakanya. Yashinta just frowned.

"Hmm, this is just an excuse" he continued, warming the paper bag in his hand.

"I should be honest if I really want to see you." honestly without hesitation.

"Why did you meet Yas?"

"You said we should assume the incident didn't happen, but you looked out for me. That's why I came, I want to see you directly." at length that made Yashinta silent and just stared at him without saying anything.

"Nehindarin Mas Gibran."

Gibran smiled understandingly. "Then, starting later tonight, we can chatan again?" gibran asked, his hand outstretched over the top of Yashinta's head. Makes the girl momentarily peek in her place.

Like being hypnotized. Yashinta nodded her head. "Yes, I can." Her stomach is full of butterflies. There was a feeling the girl could not explain when Gibran smiled right in front of her.

TB