Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Once a Fixed Angel Angel

Yashinta returned to Ranti with a radiant face, the girl's energy as if returning. He smiled broadly at Ranti, "Ranti." she rebuked as her best friend looked dreamy.

"Yes, you're familiar with me–dia?" Ranti asked in a doubtful tone. Yashinta frowned, but a few seconds later understood exactly who Ranti was referring to, she smiled. "He's Yas's acquaintance. Which often tells Yas to Ranti." he told her that made Ranti peck in place with a head that was filled with various questions.

The expression that the girl showed seemed to be illegible. But he was obviously very surprised to hear that from Yashinta. If Gibran is an acquaintance of Yashinta. So all this time they were talking about the same person?

Talk and admire the same people? The same guy?

If the Gibran he had lost and had made him fall in love was an acquaintance of Yashinta, is he the one who kissed Yashinta? Even Yashinta had been to his apartment and borrowed the man's clothes.

Ranti suddenly, for the first time feeling inferior to Yashinta. The girl had already gone so far with Gibran. It is natural indeed, considering that if they live in the same world, very different from Ranti. It's at the bottom, even at the bottom that no one can see.

Sean who saw the girl just nailed to pay attention, feeling that something was awkward. But then he chose not to prrduli and passed away from there after grabbing the jacket he had originally kept. If Sean does not respond wrongly, maybe Ranti is interested in Gibran, visible from the girl's eyes. While Yashinta who is none other than her sister-in-law is so familiar. Very reasonable.

Sean smiled, he was indeed quite sensitive. But this time, he wondered. If Ranti knew not if Gibran was Kafka's older brother? What if he doesn't know then learn that fact later? Very enticing. Given how much he hates Kafka.

***

Yashinta and Ranti deliver the food that Gibran just ordered, Ranti's smile every time she sees the man this time disappears. After learning the fact that Gibran is an acquaintance of Yashinta, Ranti no longer feels tasteful. His heart was suddenly empty and he was not eager to work.

"Yaskins." Gibran whispered for a moment after Yashinta placed his order on the table. The girl just raised an eyebrow. Gestur asked.

"After this, you're busy?"

Yashinta shook his head immediately. "Then, after eating I want to talk. Can you?" asked Gibran, Yashinta turned to Ranti for a moment, the girl carving a forced-looking smile.

Afterwards, Yashinta turned to Gibran and nodded, making Gibran carve a smile. It did not go unnoticed by its employees, but once they could only elbow each other and smile without commenting.

"Yashinta, please ask for help. Set up private room number three, there is a company that reservations there." waitress who originally gave Yashinta a task with a menu book with a sound, he also seemed to be very hassles serving customers.

While at the entrance, Yashinta saw that some people did not enter when he saw a place so full, there was no empty table at all.

"Yes, Mommy."

"It looks like there will be many more customers." Ranti voiced, Yashinta said resignedly with a tired face. So that makes Gibran who saw it feel unbearable.

"I can help." Gibran suddenly got up from his seat and made Yashinta round his eyes, shaking his hands, refusing the help the man offered.

"Why? I'm reliable, you're calm." the man seemed to be unpreventable, took off his suit and attached it to the back of the chair he was sitting on.

"Ta–but no need, Mas Gibran again eat." the girl prevented it with a soft voice. Gibran just smiled, as usual could not be prevented.

"I'm helping Mr. Gibran." one of Gibran's employees got up with food still left on his plate.

"I am too." a woman followed.

"I am too."

"I am too."

"I–"

"Enough!" Gibran immediately prevented. Make the person who was just about to get up again sit on the spot.

"You go on. Directly back to the company after completion." he said immediately agreed. Gibran did not want to mess up his employees' lunch.

Yashinta and Ranti in her place were speechless, stunned by Gibran's heroic actions. She was indeed an angel, once Yashinta clucked.

"We're starting right away?" one of Gibran's employees who had rolled up his sleeve asked, immediately getting a nod from Yashinta and Ranti who then led them to the reservation room.

"He's Mr Gibran's brother?" the employee Gibran left wondering.

"I don't think so, judging by their interactions, they're not like brothers."

"Hmm, just like men and women?"

"Yes, if not. Where might Mr. Gibran suddenly want to be a waiter here. Though he was busy in the company, but it was a waste of his precious time here."

"Agreed, at first he also could not eat lunch together because it was busy." the others continued to connect, of course the chat was dominated by women.

"Eat, don't gosipin bosses!" one of them stopped the warm gossip.

Moments later, Gibran and some of his employees had already started acting as impromptu waiters and serving customers, helping Yashinta and other waitresses who looked troubled.

While the others are busy outside, Yashinta realizes that she is alone with Gibran in the reservation room. The two people staring at the table were looking at each other. Yashinta smiled before breaking his eye contact with Gibran.

"Yaskins."

The girl looked up at Gibran. "Hmm?"

He intended to talk about what they had discussed last night with Yashinta immediately. Yashinta was silent for a while before replying.

"There's no such thing, Mas. What's up?" ask the girl, curious.

"Mm" Gibran seemed to think. It was not that he could not remember what he was going to say to Yashinta. But he was compiling the right words to convey the thing he had planned out of his head to the girl.

"What is Mas Gibran? About meeting Mas Gibran's Mother?" the girl guessed, without thinking if her guess was right on target, because Gibran seemed to nod his head even though it was faint.

"When?"

Gibran looked dumbfounded at the question. It was as if Yashinta was really ready to meet his mother. The girl was not surprised at all.

The girl nodded her head at the reaction of the man before her. "Faster is better, right?" he said full of confidence. Gibran smiled, then nodded his head.

While behind the door, Ranti who was carrying a tray containing several empty glasses only stayed there after hearing the chatter of Gulibran and Yashinta from inside. Yashinta is even going to meet Gibran's mother, they've gotten that far?

Ranti grew desperate and decided to stop, but there was a tightness in her heart. Although in the end he desperately reassured himself if his feelings for Gibran were only a false feeling, a momentary feeling and would not break him greatly.

***

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief once the restaurant started to quiet down and the waitresses were also able to take a break from this grueling activity that occurred these few hours.

Another waitress serves food at the table that Gibran and some of his employees occupy. Makes them look surprised.

"Thank you Mas Gibran and colleagues, this is a gift from Yas to you. You guys haven't had a chance to eat yet" the girl said as she placed a plate containing a special menu in front of Gibran.

"You're paying enough for our treat?" ask one of Gibran's employees, it's not hearty to let the girl have to treat them.

Yashinta did not respond, only smiling faintly with a faint nodding head. "Excuse me sir, Yashinta this is the son of the owner of this restaurant–restaurant." tell one of the waitress that made the person gawk. So did some of Gibran's other employees. While Gibran with another waitress follows also Yashinta just smiled.

***

"Let me drive home."

Yashinta who was walking with Ranti turned to Gibran who came out with them from the restaurant. At that time, the time showed at half-time five in the afternoon, the restaurant manager told his employees to go home early today because they had worked hard enough and almost spent food.

"Jas went home with Ranti."

Gibran frowned, only to realize that. While Ranti smiled faintly with a clumsy look and heart, even Gibran was unaware of her presence. Ranti is not as bright as Yashinta, she is dim.

"Yes, I want to go home by bus." said Ranti quickly.

"Let me take it." Gibran prevents, Yashinta nods in agreement for Ranti to come with them.

"Yes, Ranti came home together. Ranti wants to go back to Yas's house, right?"

"Gue went straight home, Yas. I have business."

"Gue nitip my shirt that was left behind at your house, well." the girl patted Yashinta on the shoulder and passed away just like that.

"Eh," Yashinta was about to stop him but he couldn't. So that all he can do is look at Ranti's back which is getting away from his sight. As soon as the girl's back disappeared, Yashinta turned his attention to Gibran.

"Come," the man immediately walked towards the car and opened the car door for Yashinta.

At first, Yashinta thought Gibran would drive him home. But the man took her to a boutique first. Not long, because according to Gibran, he only took the goods of his order.

"What the hell is it, anyway?" yashinta asked as they were on their way to the girl's house.

Instead of answering, Gibran handed the paper bag with the boutique logo to Yashinta, half hesitating and surprised the girl opened it, where she got a white sleeveless dress.

"Make you, to meet my Mother later. I think the size is suitable, besides that I also like." said Gibran frankly.he had prepared it since last night after Yashinta agreed to his invitation to meet Mother.

"But Gibran did not have to bother. Yas already bought some dresses fitting kemaaren want to the anniversary of Papa company." said the girl. "But thanks." continued with a sweet smile.

"I will contact Mother immediately. Let's meet soon."

Yashinta nodded at the man's sentence, suddenly her chest pounding. Why does it feel like the first time Kafka took her to meet his mother? Yashinta's chest was pounding and he was cold and cold, it felt like he wanted to go to the toilet but it wasn't. Gibran was still planning his time, but he was nervous from now on.

"You'll relax, my mother is good." Gibran was calm, Yashinta was speechless, only able to smile at the same time as the car Gibran drove stopped when he reached the gate of his house.

"The dress is tried, you take a photo and send it to me. Hows it? I want to see fit or not, so we can change later if it doesn't fit or you're not comfortable." Gibran said before the girl got out of her car.

"Every Boss." Yashinta said obediently, got out of Gibran's car after saying thank you and only waved when Gibran passed away from the gate of his house.

TB

How, yes, the reaction of Mother and Kafka will be fitting to know that the girl who wants Mas Gibran to know them is Yashinta? Hm.