Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Meeting Plan

The time was one o'clock in the afternoon when Gibran drove Yashinta home. The weather was still hot, Gibran felt the same way about his feelings. But slowly his heart felt more peaceful. Gibran certainly will not let emotions rule him. Gibran must control himself.

Along the way, the two people simply fell silent to each other. Yashinta looks out more through the window of the car. While Gibran only focused on the wheel. The atmosphere between the two was very awkward, which was the reason why Yashinta initially refused to be delivered home. Because this kind of atmosphere is bound to happen.

But Gibran insisted on even sending Yashinta's driver home, leaving Yashinta with no choice but to go with the man.

"Would you like to have lunch first?" ask Gibran. The man asked after parking his car in the parking lot of a restaurant. Again, making Yashinta has no other choice but to remove the seatbelt when Gibran was already down from the car. The girl also got off when Gibran opened the car door.

Yashinta had no idea what Gibran was thinking. Though the atmosphere between the two was already so awkward, but the man was determined to invite him to eat.

And Yashinta should eat with the man in a state of silence? Like in a cemetery? Yashinta silently breathed out slowly as the food was on the table.

The two people who usually never run out of the topic of the chat seemed to be silent to each other during the meal even to the end, occasionally Gibran only noticed Yashinta who looked different before him.

To be honest Yashinta did not want that awkward state to continue between them. But he also has no way to fix it, especially Gibran also does not seem to try to normalize the situation.

The car that Gibran then stopped in front of the gate of Yashinta's house. Yashinta just realized, he turned to Gibran who did not even turn off the car engine. So how long have the two been silent like hostile people?

Yashinta slowly took off the seatblet she was wearing. He looked at Gibran.

"Mas Gibran didn't stop by."

"Hmm." the man replied with a complete mutter with a straight forward look. Ignoring Yashinta.

Yashinta scrunched his forehead. "Ya–udah, Yas first. Thanks, Mr. Gibran."

"Hm."

Yashinta cut her lips this time, slowly opening the car door to get out. Yet for some reason his little heart felt hollow about to part with that man in a state of war. Well, cold war.

Yashinta closed the car door lethargic. Shortly after, Gibran's car passed, the man left without saying anything, or just honking the car horn for him. Well, naturally, Yashinta had already rejected her love. Gibran must have been hurt and disappointed in him.

Yashinta.

The girl turned around, stepping towards the gate. But only he will open the gate, the sound of car horns first paused his movement. He scrunched his forehead, then turned around and found Gibran's car back.

The girl just stood in her place as she watched Gibran get down from the car, half running towards Yashinta with a slightly messy smile and breath as she stood before Yashinta.

Yashinta frowned in wonder. "M–Mas Gibran, why?"

"Yashinta, I want to apologize."

"Huh?"

Gibran grabbed the girl's hand, making Yashinta look surprised. "I can't be far from you. I don't care how you feel and I don't mean you either."

"We know him very well. I don't want our relationship to fall apart."

A connection?

"We can still be friends, right?"

Yashinta was silent with a long sentence that Gibran uttered. He just looked at the man and made Gibran's breath fall apart, his face looking anxious waiting for the girl's answer.

"Yaskins."

Yashinta nodded her head slowly. As fast as lightning, Gibran hugged the girl. He had been thinking about it since they came out of the apartment.

Wrong Gibran for not finding out from the beginning if Yashinta already has a girlfriend. His fault for being too imposing circumstances even declare his love at times that should not be.

Gibran knows Yashinta is just a teenage boy who is still drunk with romance typical of High School children. They won't go that far, will they? There is no way Yashinta and her boyfriend will get married once the girl graduates High School. Gibran still has plenty of opportunities as long as he continues to be on Yashinta's side.

Making friends with Yashinta will be an opportunity. He will have space in Yashinta's life, even in the girl's heart. Gibran will work on it.

Yashinta opened her eyes in Gibran's arms, her hands not returning the man's arms. Slowly, his hand was raised. Gently rubbing Gibran's back.

Befriends? It felt very impossible to make friends with Gibran after he found out how the man was doing to him.

But Yashinta appreciated the offer. Gibran was right, they met very well. Yashinta believes that Gibran is mature enough to control his feelings.

Meanwhile, on the balcony of Yashinta's room. Saras frowned at the sight of the two men. Trying to recognize the person who is hugging Yashinta. "Mas Gibran?" he realized he recognized the man.

"In addition to the Mother, Kafka already knew Yashinta as Mas Gibran?" he asked himself.

"Are you serious about Yashinta?" saras's face looked illegible. He looked again at Yashinta and Gibran who had broken a hug. He folded his hands on his chest. "They're very familiar."

Gibran seemed to smile calmly looking at Yashinta, he looked wrong after his behavior, he had a moment to sneeze before then talking. "I shouldn't express my feelings as much as you do." this time the man even scratched the back of his head that wasn't itchy. Wrong behavior that looks funny in the eyes of Yashinta.

"Yas's intentions are keen to know." he quipped. Gibran chuckled, in some time the two people seemed to be silent to each other. Slowly Gibran's hand reached out and rubbed the top of the girl's head.

"Mm, so the schedule to meet Mother Mas Gibran is still valid?" ask Yashinta without hesitation. Gibran. Makes the girl smile.

"I'm Yashinta first. See you tomorrow night." Gibran waved his hand, Yashinta nodded his head with a smile followed by a wave of hands as well.

Yashinta stared at Gibran's car until it disappeared from his sight. The feeling he felt after the man's departure was clearly different from a while ago. This time, his feelings were much better. I don't know, that's how Yashinta feels.

"Yaa pulaaaang." the girl exclaimed as soon as she entered the house. Bi Rasti who happened to appear from the kitchen with a tray containing a plate of rice and also side dishes and drinking water was smiling looking at his master's son.

"Non Yas is home."

"Yes, Bi. How's saras? He's asking Auntie for help or what, is that it?" ask Yashinta streak.

"No Non, since Non left school he's in the room kept. It just wants Aunt Anterin to have lunch."

"Oh, is that it, well, Bi?"

"Yes, No."

"Jaudah, then let Yas bring it up."

"No papa, Non?"

"Not papa." Yashinta smiled soothingly. Take over the tray from Bi Rasti's hand and walk up the stairs after thanking the housekeeper and the caregiver.

"Saras, open the door dong." yelled Yashinta because his two hands were troubled. Before long, the door of the room opened, featuring Saras instantly taking over the tray from Yashinta's hand upon seeing the girl looking exhausted and bothered.

"Lunch for Saras" he said, dropping into bed.

Saras stared at his lunch then closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Thanks, Yashinta" said the girl who then enjoyed her lunch.

"Why don't you come down to eat?" ask Yashinta.

"Not a laper. A few hours ago, Auntie had a snack." That chafed chin led to the balcony of the room. Since morning she had indeed been hanging out there more and enjoying the snacks that Bi Rasti had served.

Yashinta just nodded. Look at the girl enjoying her lunch. A glimpse of the incident in the Gibran apartment and a moment ago in front of the gate of the house crossed his head.

The girl touched her chest which suddenly thumped. Strange indeed. Besides Kafka, Gibran was also able to create a strange explosion in his heart.

***

Gibran went home when Mother told him that his sister was sick. As soon as he arrived, he just stood in the doorway of Kafka's room with his hands folded on his chest and looked at the sister who was eating being fed by Mother.

"Gue didn't fight, Mom. I got ganged up, I didn't have any problems. I'm the victim here." she told her brother, afraid the man was angry. Gibran flicked his hand into the air.

"Mas knows." said briefly and walked over to Kafka's bed.

"Yesterday was fighting equally, now ganged. What sin, you Ka?" Mother half grumbled. As a mother of course she felt very worried about the state of Kafka. He was very surprised when the youngest son was brought home by Aris in a battered face.

"Most women's hearts, tuh, Mother. It's karma now." Gibran. Makes Kafka squeak objections.

"Mother, it's still a good thing Kafka survived."

"Yes, Honey. Mother is also grateful, but if you are rich gini continues for a long time Mother's heart can be dislodged later."

Hearing what Mother said, Kafka immediately grabbed her hand and stroked her. While Gibran rubbed the shoulders of the Mother.

"Sorry Kafka, Mother. Kafka promised not to be rich anymore" he said, making Mother stretch out her hand and wipe one side of Kafka's face.

The situation calmed down afterwards, making Gibran free to talk. "Mother."

Mother turned. "Tomorrow night Gibran wants to know Mother with someone" he said. Mother smiled. "Yes. Mother remembers Mas." Gibran called him for this.

"So too? Want all your applications." Kafka.

"Kafka," Mother winked so that the child did not catch her brother.

"Would you like to come?" gibran asked, Kafka immediately replied. "I'm actually males. But I'm curious to see who the girl who has managed to take my brother's heart."

"Gue wants to see my sister-in-law's future" he continued steadily. Gibran nodded faintly. While Mommy just smiles at the harmony of her two sons.

TB