Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Two Dramatic Queens

"Sometimes, I'd like to take you to dinner. Can you?" ask Gibran.

"My mother wants to meet you" he continued to ventured even though his request was a little late and burdensome.

"But Mas–"

"Meetings only, I didn't ask for a macem." Gibran interrupted quickly because he knew what the girl meant.

"Where?" Gibran asked for reassurance when the girl was silent.

Yashinta looked at Gibran for a moment. Then nod with a view in one straight line with the man. As Gibran smiled and created a strange explosion in his heart, the girl recalled what she had said to Sean with confidence.

"But for sure, from long ago to today. Yas's feelings for Kafka never changed, not one bit."

His feelings for Kafka have been the same since then. It will not change in the least, although in fact since he knew Gibran, everything became different.

****

Ranti frowned when she saw Yashinta coming in with a limp face. Even a moment later, his body was shed on the floor with a helpless face. "Yes, Yas, Yashinta" Ranti tried to hold the girl's body, but the heat also fell to the floor because of Yashinta's heavy body.

"Yas lemes really Ranti." he said, making Ranti not understand and just look at him with a look of wonder.

"What the hell, anyway, is that acquaintance of loe why? Thanks anyway?" Ranti. Yashinta shook his head.

"You have something, right? My name!"

"You don't know if this is something or not. But for sure, Yas felt that Yas's feelings were falling apart" he said. Ranti frowned because she did not understand.

"Okay. Loe calm yourself loe and tell me the same story."

"Everyone, okay, everybody." show by stretching out your hands.

Yashinta nodded obediently, adjusted her breathing and got up from her position aided by Ranti, before starting to tell her she also relieved the white water that Ranti thrust at her. Tonight those two people are the Drama Queen.

Yashinta sighed for a moment. "The waiter won't figure it out."

"Yes, what?"

"Yesterday, Yas came home from the anniversary of Papa's company delivered to Yas's acquaintances. We stopped by Ranti's fried rice tent stall." the girl started telling stories.

"Hmm, continues?"

"We're a neighborhood."

"Continue?" Ranti rounded her eyes and looked so curious. While Yashinta's face looked tense to continue. A flash of what happened to her apartment the man barged into her head.

"Jas drink first." she said, which made Ranti sigh, grabbed the glass she had originally stored on the bedside table and handed it to Yashinta.

"How is abis going?" Ranti asked directly. Yashinta who was still holding the glass with the water slightly left there was silent for a moment, then continued.

"Yas stopped by his apartment."

"Yashinta don't tell me–loe. I am not virg–"

"Ihh, Ranti don't be careless!"

"Dengerin Yas first, we did not get that far anyway," his protest to Ranti who casually interrupted guessing the origin.

"We're just–" Yas looked doubtful while Ranti narrowed her eyes and sharpened her hearing.

"What's free?" this time Ranti was impatient and pushed Yashinta's shoulder.

"WE'RE JUST KISSING!"

"WHAT!"

The two drama queens momentarily fell silent to each other. Yashinta who covered her face in embarrassment, and Ranti who covered her mouth with a surprised expression. He looked at Yashinta not prrcaya. Ranti clearly knows how Yashinta loves Kafka so much. The girl gave her first kiss to someone else.

Randy refused to believe this.

"Loe's crazy, Yas." she thought nothing of it.

"Loe's really crazy, Yashinta." Ranti looked frustrated, looking again at her innocent Yashinta who had looked at the first kiss.

"Yashinta, my god."

"Well Ranti, Yas couldn't find the time to reject her at that time."

Ranti was grieving, while Yashinta's facial features were very clear. "Free, even if the time on your computer is the same he will still kiss because you also want to!"

"Oh, Ranti."

"Yashinta Wiraguna the genius–" he said.

"If you don't want ya loe would have avoided pas deteretin with him."

"Ranti, the problem is we're again deep talk and our position must be decetan, the time is far away, the time Yas story must be screaming." annoyed with pursed lips, while Ranti seemed to care not. He flicked his hand into the air.

"Deep talk is just alesan."

"The rest of you want to be together." said Ranti, keeping a martabak box that was left a few pieces of martabak on the table and lying down, pulling the blanket.

"Well, yeah, Ranti?"

"Hm."

"But Yas has Kafka, Ranti." the girl was worried, she was cross-legged facing Ranti who was lying on her back, while her whole face was covered with a blanket.

"Yashinta, as much as you love Kafka. Not that you can't fall in love with another person anymore."

"Loe is young. Loe is free to fall in love many times with anyone."

Yashinta. Suddenly his mind became confused. What Ranti said does make sense, but Yashinta is still convinced about her feelings for Kafka. He loved that man. Even very.

Ranti who no longer heard Yashinta's voice lowered her blanket to the neck. Check the position of the girl. "Loe ain't my bacain Yasin, Yasin?"

***

The time showed at half-twelve in the night when Yashinta seemed to sigh because she could not sleep, Ranti beside her was already covered after they finished watching the movie. Yashinta is still awake.

His conversation with Ranti also continues to haunt Yashinta. Makes him unable to sleep.

The clinking sound of the phone he placed beside the pillow made the flat object glow, so Yashinta grabbed it immediately. He opens the chat app and sees a message coming in.

Angel

Good night Yashinta, enough rest.

Yashinta. But he kept typing a reply.

Yes, Mas Gibraaaan.

Yashinta put a cell phone on his chest, it didn't take long for him to get a reply from the man.

Angel

Not sleeping?

The girl replied.

"Can's Yas bales chat. What demon do you think?" the upset. The girl hurriedly opened the chat when she got another reply.

Angel

Yashinta, 'will sleep under ten o'clock, will rest is important. Let's not have bad luck.

Yashinta spontaneously laughed. But in the next second she let down her voice as Ranti changed her position, fearing to disturb the girl.

"Yas always sleeps under ten, because rest is important, wake up at half-six, let's not bad luck. Yas likes water, to be healthy. Yas also—"

"Do you have to be that detailed?"

"Must be, who knows we'll be deket."

Yashinta smiled, apparently Gibran still remembered the beginning of their encounter. And apparently, now they're getting familiar. Very unexpected.

Still bad, Om.

Angel

My memory is sharp.

"Hm." Yashinta thought of typing a reply, until then ..., Mas Gibran this hour has not slept?

Angel

Yes but wake up.

Wh why?

Angel

Inget if you haven't chatted yet. Afraid you're waiting

Very pede.

Angel

Oh. So you haven't slept hours now isn't it just waiting for a chat from me?

Hmm, maybe.

Angel

Fifty percent yes and fifty percent no.

Haha, maybe.

The girl knocks her finger on her lips when she gets no reply. But before long, he rounded his eyes when the man called him. Slightly hesitating, Yashinta shifted the green icon and placed the flat object in the ear.

"Hallo." Yashinta greeted in a soft voice.

"My request disturbs you?" ask the point the man, his voice looks hoarse typical of people waking up.

"Mm, no."

"If you can't I don't mean it. You have the right to refuse"

Yashinta was silent for a while, considering a few things until then he said. "No papa, just a doang acquaintance, right Mas?"

"If you want to be a member of the family, too." Gibran chuckled at the other end.

"Mas Gibran's mother wanted a daughter?" Yashinta asked with a hint of laughter.

"My mother asked him to be a ghost, 'will be a child too." Yashinta laughed at it, until a few seconds later. As he and the man both fell silent to each other. Gibran spoke again.

"Yashinta." call her, sound serious.

"Hmm?"

Gibran was silent, Yashinta was silent, waiting for Gibran to speak again.

"You're asleep, it's night." he said. Yashinta nodded even though the man could not see it. He thinks Gibran wants to say something. The girl shook her head. Actually, what did he expect?

"Yes, Mas Gibran."

"I hung up."

"Yes." Yeah."

Shortly after, the call was interrupted. Yashinta put a cell phone on her chest. He closed his eyes, immediately drowsiness attacked him.

Not because he had heard Gibran's voice, or indeed because it was late at night. With ease, he immediately fell asleep in sleep.

TB