Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Clap Next to Hand

Gibran's half-running footsteps swallowed as he arrived at his apartment unit. He found Yashinta crouching and hugging her knees in front of the apartment door.

Yashinta did choose to go to Gibran apartment because he was too late to go to school.

He also wanted to apologize directly to Gibran for making the man wait a very long time, besides Yashinta also.

When he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, Yashinta immediately rose slowly from his position. He saw Gibran walking towards him. Without feeling the tears the girl fell more and more, more rapidly when Gibran grabbed her body in his arms and made Yashinta increasingly feel helpless.

Yashinta did not understand her feelings. His heart goes out to Kafka, but for some time, when he was with Gibran, Kafka was like he had never been in his life.

Perhaps Yashinta should have been aware, if the love he had for Kafka never meant anything to Kafka. But then again. Yashinta did not care, he continued to injure himself by grasping the coals. Because what he knows, to love means to give as much as possible. He will give a great love to Kafka.

Gibran was only able to close his eyes, clutching Yashinta's body as if he had just lost the girl. It was as if Yashinta had just arrived from the furthest place in the world. Gibran's feelings miss him a lot.

Gibran can't lie, he falls in love with the chatty girl, he falls in love with the noisy girl, he falls in love with the girl who is still wearing the ragtag High School.

Gibran falls in love with Yashinta.

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Yashinta just sat on the sofa in the main room of the Gibran apartment. Meanwhile, the owner of the apartment was making drinks in the pantry, before long he returned and served drinks for Yashinta.

"Please, have a drink." said Gibran who immediately got a nod from Yashinta, the girl immediately grabbed the glass that Gibran put on the table, sipping the cold drink slightly with eyes pointed at the man sitting on the other sofa before him.

Slowly, Yashinta distanced the lips of the glass from her lips, hesitating still looking at Gibran who was also looking at her.

"Aren't you in school?" gibran asked considering that Yashinta's arrival to his apartment was still school hours, but the boy was actually there with him.

Yashinta did not reply, only shaking his head slowly. "Do you feel good?" ask Gibran again. Yashinta nodded slowly. Making Gibran laugh briefly, the girl frowned in surprise.

"Mas Gibran ngetawain Yas?" the hand, not accepted. Though his heart was muddled but Gibran casually laughed at his condition.

"No, I'm just weird to see that you're rich in them." honestly Gibran, then menglumuk smile so that his laughter subsides.

Yashinta cut his lips, not caring what Gibran said, he put his glass on the table, hesitating to open his voice. "Mas Gibran isn't angry?" tanyanya no less doubt. Gibran looked at him with raised eyebrows, smiled then shook his head.

"I'm not angry."

"Why don't you pick up the phone from Yas? Yas khawarrir, afraid that Mas Gibran is angry with Yas!" this time the girl whined and made Gibran's smile widen.

"I had a meeting earlier, I don't know if you called." dustanya, but he deliberately did not pick up the girl's phone. Not angry or for Yashinta to feel guilty, it's just that he feels annoyed and needs to pause to talk to the girl.

Yashinta was silent with a sad face, he lowered his gaze and spoke. "Mas Gibran must have waited a long time for Yas." he said, feeling guilty for not being able to keep his promise.

"No. After fifteen minutes you didn't come, I left immediately." Gibran said calmly. He lies again, because in reality he waits for the girl for almost an hour in the hope that Yashinta will appear and become his morning spirit.

Yashinta looked up, looking at Gibran with her small, jumbled heart. He was happy because it meant that he did not make Gibran wait long, but in some other heart he hoped Gibran would still wait for him. Yashinta did not understand that kind of feeling.

"You can tell me why you came here instead of school?" ask Gibran again. Yashinta was silent, momentarily staring at Gibran and then turned his gaze down.

Looking at the girl who never answered, Gibran got up from his seat. Then sat down beside Yashinta handing over the book she was carrying.

"Make you." he said. Yashinta grabbed the book without reading the book's title, as she focused more on Gibran's hand which suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Mas Gibran."

"You open the book!" get Gibran. Yashinta was confused, but still obeyed and opened the book with one hand to another. The girl frowned as she opened the first page of the book. He looked at Gibran.

"Books are just excuses." Gibran paused his sentence.

"You are Yashinta. The book is just alesan so I can meet you." said Gibran who made the girl peek in place.

"I don't understand my own feelings either. But lately, I'm very sure of what I'm feeling."

"I don't want to pretend anymore, Yashinta, ah, no. I don't want to hide my feelings constantly."

Yashinta just looked at Gibran, he did not know what Gibran was saying. But if he did not predict wrong, it seems Gibran is expressing his heart.

But what should Yashinta do? He has no feelings for Gibran. He only loved Kafka, only Kafka.

"Yaskina,"

"Mas Gibran, Yas doesn't understand what Mas Gibran is saying." Yashinta held back her nervousness. The Gibran before him felt different.

"I like you, Yashinta. I want–"

"Mas Gibran wait!" Yashinta pulled out his hand, making Gibran's grip slip away completely. He sighed before staring at Gibran and speaking. "Mas Gibran, Yas already has a girlfriend." he told him that made the man nailed for a moment, looking surprised.

Gibran smiled blandly with a look of disbelief in his eyes. While inside there, secretly his heart began to crack hearing Yashinta's statement.

"Yas has told Mas Gibran several times but not."

"Mas, Yas has a girlfriend. Yas is not entirely sure if Yas's girlfriend is affectionate or not the same Yas. But for sure, Yas loves Yas's girlfriend very much. Yas loved him dearly." Yashinta's long sentence was like creating a high barrier fortress between the two.

"Even Yas didn't think Yas would fall in love with anyone again." and it got higher and higher until Gibran couldn't get through it.

"Yas–"

"Yashinta, I think we've been special all along" Gibran said quickly, looking disappointed.

"Do I misunderstand?"

"Yas seneng the same Mas Gibran. But Yas never thought of making us go that far. Yas didn't know that Mas Gibran would be involved in the same rich feeling as Yas."

"Over this time, Yas was comfortable with Mas Gibran. Yas feels Yas has a sister–"

"Sister?" Gibran semirk. Yashinta silently looked at the man's eyes which looked reddened. He wanted to say a lot to Gibran but suddenly his tongue was twisted.

"Mas Gibran, sorry. But Yas never had any feelings for Mas Gibran."

All he had felt while with Gibran was happy. It's like having a backrest, having entertainment, having friends and .., having a home to go home to when he's tired of Kafka. Gibran is like a home to him.

Yashinta never summed up her comfort feelings with Gibran as more than just a friend. Never once did his chest pound frequently.

Gibran bowed his eyes, his eyes were misty and now his heart was broken to pieces after an invisible dagger slashed his heart.

How could a girl as innocent as Yashinta incise such a deep wound in her heart?

"So you mean, my love is clapping one hand, Yashinta?" ask Gibran with his face. Yashinta just bit her lower lip, confused what to say to Gibran who looked angry and disappointed at her.

"Mas Gibran, sorry."

Gibran shook his head. "Don't apologize, Yashinta. You're making me look even more miserable."

"Mas Gibran–"

Yashinta paused his sentence when his phone rang. Phone from Ranti. Yashinta briefly looked at Gibran before sliding the green icon and sticking the flat object in his ear.

"Hallo Ranti."

"Yes, where are you? Said Loe came in today. How come there's no?"

"Loe's boyfriend also did not enter, he said at the Hospital had been beaten by people." Ranti said impassively on the other end.

"Loe's fine, isn't Yas? You see, Aris Loe said he was not at the hospital." he said again.

"Where else is Loe?"

"It's all right, Ranti. Yas again in Mas Gibran apartment. Yas again the same Mas Gibran." honestly, did not want to make Ranti worry.

But without the girl knowing if what she said actually made Ranti feel hurt, the look on the girl's face changed drastically and it was clearly caught by the vision of Sean standing before her.

"Oh, yaudah if I. I'm just worried, it's good that you're okay." said Ranti who then hung up the phone.

"Where?" ask Sean.

"Yashinta is fine." Ranti replied with a soft look. Walking away from Sean while Sean was just staring at the back of the girl who was walking with shaky steps and kept away from him.

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