Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Investigation Gibran

Please focus on the whole story, not just one scene. Thank you and happy reading.

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Yashinta and Gibran only exchanged glances afterwards. As Gibran carved out a smile as usual, Yashinta returned the smile even though it was stiff.

"Good day, Om." Kafka greeted his future father-in-law.

"Hay, Kafka's day." Andri greeted back with a friendly smile.

"Sir Andri, I first." some of his co-workers paid first to the private room they had booked before. "Oh, yes. Please, please." Andri invited his comrades to pass first, while Gibran was still standing there, greatly disturbing Kafka's vision.

"You're done?" andri asked that made Kafka cut off his gaze from Kafka. "Udah, Om. It's coming home, let Kafka–" the man paused his sentence as the phone in his jacket pocket rang. He took off Yashinta's hand which he had originally held, again it was not off Gibran's radar.

"I'll excuse you for a minute." said the. "In a moment, Yas." he looked at Yashinta and the girl just nodded, letting Kafka out of the restaurant to pick up the phone.

"Why is lunch here?" yashinta asked Andri, he asked to reduce the awkwardness created when the situation with Gibran was no longer the same.

"Yes, Honey. Papa has a meeting at Mas Gibran's office." Andri said that a glance made Yashinta look at the man whose name Andri mentioned.

Andri and Gibran turned their heads when Kafka returned with a different look. "What's up, Kafka?" Yashinta asked in an anxious tone. "Yes, sorry, well, I can't anterin loe home. The boys are afraid that the basketball team is training today." said Kafka looks bad because he had to leave Kafka in front of his Papa, Yashinta nodded in understanding.

"Jaudah, Kafka first. Let Yas go home with Papa." Yashinta smiled at Andri, Kafka looked at Papa Yashinta, the man smiled understandingly. "You go first, let Yashinta be the same Om." said Andri. Kafka nodded, saying goodbye to them to fulfill the call.

Before starting the engine, Kafka breathed. To be honest, the person who contacted him was not the son of the basketball team, but Saras who spoke to him with tears.

Kafka certainly could not ignore it, as far as Kafka knew, Saras had no one but himself. The incident that befell the mother must have badly made the girl slumped and worried, Kafka understood it and he wanted to be beside the girl.

Kafka drove his car to a park near the Yashinta housing complex, where Saras invited him to meet. Half-running he searched for the girl's whereabouts around the park, until Kafka found the figure of a girl clad in a thick hoodie sitting on a long chair under a wax fir tree.

Exactly when Kafka met him the other day when the girl got a torn wound on the tip of her lips due to the actions of the father.

Kafka stepped slowly towards him, "Saras." called out to him with a breath that was still a little hunting. Saras who was crying with a downcast look then looked up and met his gaze with Kafka, his cry was more unstoppable, especially when Kafka sat beside him, grabbed his hand and held Saras in his arms.

"Kafka," the girl's cry broke unstoppably as she got a backrest.

Kafka closed his eyes for a moment, gently rubbing Saras' back. "Loe's fine, I'm here."

"Loe is not alone."

***

"Yashinta is the one who used to attend the party of colleagues, right?" one of Andri's co-workers asked on the sidelines of her meal.

After Kafka left, Yashinta who had to go home with the father finally chose to join them for lunch. But the girl only ordered tiramisu because her stomach was already full.

"Yes, Om."

"Now it's big, yeah. It used to be so small. Now Om rarely sees Papa at company events." he said again that only the girl responded with a smile.

"Today she's at the company's birthday party." tell Andri.

"Oh, yeah. Om don't see–"

"Soalya Om did not come." the whole thing that made everyone at the table laugh.

"Yashinta is now grown, more bored he joined the fathers." Andri also joked. Because of the fact that his only daughter was often rejected Andri's invitation to come to colleagues' parties.

The reason is always the same, the show is boring because everyone is just talking about work.

Selorohan not how Andri it creates laughter. Everyone laughed except for Gibran and Yashinta. The man looked more at the girl who was the subject and Yashinta tried to avoid eye contact with the man.

"Mm, Yas excuse me to go to the toilet for a second." the girl got up from her seat.

"Please, please."

"Don't be long, dear." Andri's message, Yashinta nodded.

Over time, if Gibran continued to look at him, Yashinta would completely melt in place.

How could the man freely give her such a long look and make Yashinta feel disarmed by her gaze?

The girl sighed, staring at the reflection of her face in the mirror. He tidied his hair, took a lip balm from his pocket and put it on.

Yashinta was so surprised to find Gibran folding his arms around his chest as soon as he came out. "M–Mas Gibran." he breathed. Gibran lowered his hand and looked at Yashinta.

"Mas–Gibran what's here?" the girl was nervous.

"I'm here because I think you're avoiding me. I don't like it, Yashinta." said the man without further ado and made Yashinta die of lice in his place. The girl just kept quiet.

"How are you doing Yashinta?" gibran asked then after a long time staring at the girl, Yashinta looked at her for a while then replied. "Good, Mas."

Gibran clucked and made the girl look astonished. Looked at Gibran questioningly.

"Why do I feel upset you're fine after you stop connecting with me" he said with a discordant smile.

Yashinta in his place could do nothing. Just staring at the man, Gibran scratched the temple with his index finger and then returned to his voice. "Aren't you asking me how I'm doing?"

"Just think Gibran is fine."

Gibran shook his head. "It's not okay here Yashinta." Gibran pointed at his chest, showing his pain to the girl ever since they stopped connecting.

***

Kafka and Saras sat on a park bench after Saras' tears subsided. Her feelings had gotten much better after she met Kafka and shed her tears.

"So, what do you want to do?" kafka asked, looking at the girl. Saras simply shook his head, looked at the white sneakers he was wearing then exhaled. "Gue can't wait. But I can't do anything either. I just believe everything is the same Om Andri." he said later.

"It's good that it is."

"But I'm just as evil as Yashinta. I don't know myself, Ka?" the girl asked without asking Kafka to actually answer her.

"Yashinta would hate me so much if she knew what I love to make her good." he said again.

"Gue said let me break up Yashinta." Kafka spoke up.

"Now?"

"You can agree with me."

"Gue wants to know how you feel about Yashinta." said Saras who made Kafka stiffen in his place. I don't know, but he found it difficult to determine the answer.

"Gue wants to know, Ka."

"Gue doesn't have any feelings for Yashinta."

"You're almost six months into dating. It's impossible that you don't have any feelings for him."

"Gue knows my feelings better, Saras. I'm macarin him too because loe, I don't have any feelings for Yashinta." Kafka was strong with his stance.

"Let me break him up soon. Let's not have to hide." he said, sure.

"Now not Ka. Loe there's still time. The current Mutusin Yashinta is not the best way either. I'm selfish, but I need you. I also don't want Yashinta to be hurt if you suddenly kill her."

"Let me say to Yashinta slowly. Everything."

"Gue will tell everything."

***

"Yas emang ngehindarin Mas Gibran. Yas doesn't want Mas Gibran's fraternity to fall apart because of Yas."

"Who said it?"

"That's nothing, Yashinta. I'm the same Kafka all right."

"But Yas can't keep on relating to Mas Gibran. Kafka can be angry with Yas, same Mas Gibran as well."

"Yas change hp number. Mas Gibran must stop linking Yas. Yas doesn't want to make Kafka sad."

Gibran was silent, before long the man smiled blandly and asked in a poignant tone. "Then what about me Yashinta?"

The girl was silent for a while before saying. "Mas Gibran is Yas's nobody, so it's none of Yas's business."

The last sentence that the girl said in front of the toilet door to her continued to spin on Gibran's head. But there was nothing he could do except just stare at Yashinta's back that passed towards his car with Andri.

The man reached into the cell phone and handed it to Intan who approached him after a long time his scheduler was waiting in the car.

"Sir," Intan looked astonished but could only stare at the departure of the boss afterwards, then stared at the man's personal phone in his hand.

Gibran's feelings became increasingly stirred as the girl's footsteps grew farther away, so when Yashinta just opened the car door, Gibran walked up to him.

"Yaskins."

The movement of the girl's hand that opened the handle of the stifled door, Andri who was also about to get into the car paused his movement, looking at Gibran who was already standing before Yashinta.

"What's up, Mom?"

Yashinta thought, after what happened in front of the toilet, Gibran would no longer talk to him.

Yashinta felt too late, but he did not intend to hurt Gibran's feelings with his words. But he really wanted to avoid the man in order to keep Kafka feeling, as well as maintain the brotherly relationship of the two people.

Also keep Gibran's feelings. Yashinta did not want the man to get hurt. Yashinta did not want to be impressed giving the man false hope.

"Can I ask for help?" asked Gibran, Yashinta realized from his daydream, then turned to Andri. The Papa nodded, telling the girl to fulfill what Gibran needed.

"Yes, I can."

"I borrow your HP. I forgot where my phone was." he said, momentarily making the girl quiet on the spot. But then handed over his phone to Gibran even though he realized what he was doing was a mistake.

Gibran grabbed the girl's phone, dialed her phone number and stuck it in her ear. Before long, the phone ringer sounded. Yashinta looked back, seeing that the man's phone was in the hands of a woman.

Gibran lowered his gaze, then smiled. "I forgot, I just dropped it on my scrapbook." said the man with a look of sinless face.

Andri laughing. "Bronze, Gibran. You're almost as rich Om pas is young. Busy as well as work until sometimes only forget where the narrative is." said Andri who then continued the movement of his hands open the car door. Gibran only smiled in response to Andri's words, after Andri got into the car, Gibran turned his gaze to Yashinta who was still standing before him.

Gibran handed his phone to the girl whom Yashinta accepted hesitantly.

"Save my number" Gibran said.

"I'm not asking you to reply to the chat I sent you later,"

"I also won't ask you to pick up my phone if I want to hear your voice."

"But at will, if you need me, you can easily contact me."

"I will definitely be there for you, Yashinta."

"When."

TB

Mas Gibran is too smart or too determined? Haha