Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

He Who Always Exists

Gibran had just arrived at the apartment and fell asleep briefly after a business trip to solve a problem at the branch when he found a phone call from Yashinta that had him lured in and made Gibran worried.

On my way home a few days ago, Gibran stopped by the cake shop considering that tomorrow is Yashinta's birthday and coincides with the Sunday on which Gibran is free to interrupt the girl's time to surprise her.

But when he arrived at Yashinta's house, the girl's housekeeper said that Yashinta was having an event outside. Camping with his school friends.

Gibran certainly felt disappointed, especially his body was very tired and he was kind with a feeling of pleasure to give the girl a surprise and ended in failure.

Yashinta must be having fun with Kafka, she thought. Until he chose to return to the apartment in a lethargic state and a slightly shabby appearance.

Gibran thought the birthday cake would end up in vain. But God knows better what is best for him. It even led him to the path where he could find Yashinta.

Gibran had no idea what happened to the girl when she should have had fun with her tent. Gibran assumed if the girl had a storm with Kafka, given how Yashinta walked alone to the curb of the road– in the middle of the night without fear, the gadus must have been very disappointed.

"I'm here, Yashinta."

"I'm with you." Gibran calmed the girl down.

***

Gibran just stared at Yashinta who was still sobbing all the way home. The girl didn't say a word to him. Making Gibran increasingly worried about his condition, until then the man decided to stop the speed of the car.

But apparently it didn't work out. Yashinta still doesn't talk. Gibran let out a sigh and tilted his body towards the girl.

"I know you're angry and disappointed, but it shouldn't be me, Yashinta."

"What is Kafka doing to you, huh?"

Lecar Gibran, not accepting with what the girl did to him as if he became an outlet of his anger.

Yashinta was still silent, not talking at all and just sobbing, making Gibran upset to see it especially when the girl returned to crying, making Gibran sigh resignedly and ended by letting Yashinta do as he pleased.

Gibran realized that the girl could not be forced.

"Don't go home." Yashinta spoke as Gibran was about to turn the car towards the road back to the girl's house.

"Where do you want to go?" gibran asked with a gentle gaze looking into the girl's puffy eyes. His little heart felt regretful because it had been angry.

"Where should you go home." the girl seemed to be begging Gibran. Gibran nodded his head and obeying Yashinta's wishes, he drove his car in the other direction.

Yashinta doesn't want to go home. Time was too late and he could not say anything to Andri when his father later asked the reason why he came home before the camp ended.

The girl's tears fell again considering what Kafka and Saras had done a while ago. He recalled what happened between him and Kafka on the way to the camp. Yashinta touched his lips, the pain in his heart was felt again, more and more. Very torturous.

****

Gibran has no other choice but to bring Yashinta to his apartment. The girl simply followed in her footsteps and fell silent all the way to Gibran's apartment unit.

"You want to eat? Drinkies? Or something?" gibran asked as he took off the jacket he was wearing and attached it to the back of the sofa.

Yashinta just shook his head. Gibran exhaled slowly. He had no way to comfort the girl. But there was one thing that the man had to do.

Gibran picked up a cardboard box that he had placed on the pantry table, pulled something out of it and grabbed a bar, then took it to the main room where Yashinta was.

Yashinta was already sitting on Gibran's sofa saaf putting a birthday cake on the table. It made the girl look surprised when she saw it.

"Mas Gibran–"

"I have no way to comfort you and you don't want to talk either. So I was just going to do what I had to do." at length Gibran, he saw a wall clock that was on one of the walls of his apartment. Time shows at half-time three in the morning.

"It's your birthday?" ask Gibran. Yashinta nodded slowly–with a look of disbelief. His attenuation was completely diverted to Gibran. For a moment forget what happened to him to make him along with the man at this time.

"Da–where did Mas Gibran know?"

"I like you, of course I'll find out a lot about you." the man said honestly. Make Yashinta not believe in his place.

"So, before resting, I want you to blow out the candles. My surprise may be simple–" Gibran smiled. "Over the next few years, I'm going to prepare a special surprise."

"Originally you stick with me."

The words that Gibran continuously said were only able to make Yashinta speechless. He does not want to misunderstand his own feelings.

Gibran lights the candle, nodding at Yashinta to blow it away. "Make a wish first." tell Gibran who made the girl nod and cupped her hands. Closing his eyes and asking God to remove the sadness he felt.

Gibran looked at the girl's face. He wanted to grab Yashinta's face, but the girl had already slowly opened her eyes.

Before long, Yashinta blew out the candle and smiled at Gibran. "Happy birthday, may you always be happy."

Yashinta smiled as she nodded her head, long enough to stare at the man without saying a word, until then she opened her voice. "Thank you, Gibran." Her tears fell down, she ran down her cheeks.

Of all the people he expected, Gibran was the first to surprise him. Be the first person to wish her a happy birthday and be the first person to be with her at the age of eighteen.

"I'm sorry that Yas is always taking drugs" he continued, this time with sobs and tears falling. Gibran just looked at her with a smile.

"I'd love to be bothered if by you, Yashinta."

What Gibran said, of course, made Yashinta feel sad. As the look on the girl's face seemed to be crying loudly, Gibran hurriedly grabbed Yashinta in an embrace.

"Curl up, Yashinta. I was ready to listen." she said, making the spoiled girl really cry.

Among those who saw her crying, they often told her to stop. But Gibran is different, he just asks her to keep crying and vent her sadness.

"I hope your feelings will be much better after crying" she continued.

After a while, Yashinta in Gibran's arms began to ease her cries. The girl just sobbed, Gibran looked at the girl's face, then smiled.

"Have you?" tanyanya, Yashinta nodded while wiping her tears. Gibran took off his embrace, took some distance and tidied Yashinta's messy hair.

"I'm not going to make you a story. But if you want a story, I'm ready to be a good listener" Gibran said, leaving the girl speechless.

"So now, how about we cut the cake?" Gibran melted the atmosphere, making an offer that instantly made the girl nod her head.

When Yashinta cut the cake and automatically the first piece was given to Gibran, the man opened his mouth. Make Yashinta grieve but still take a fork and feed the man.

"Nake?" yashinta asked, Gibran nodded his head as he chewed the cake in his mouth.

"You should try." Gibran takes over the cake plate from Yashinta's hand, then feeds the cake to the girl.

"Where?" ask Gibran. The girl nodded, with a look of admiration for the taste of the cake that had just landed in her mouth. He poked the cream cake with his finger pointing it at Gibran, without thinking long Gibran grabbed it, enough to make the girl surprised and pecked on the spot when she saw her finger turned clean.

While Gibran seemed to enjoy the cake and accidentally made Yashinta focus distracted on the man's natural red lips.

Yashinta misbehaved, feeding the cake to her mouth, involuntarily leaving a trace of cream on the tip of her lips. Gibran, who saw it, pointed his thumb to clear the trail of cream on the tip of the girl's lips.

Making the girl back in place with impulsive movements Gibran, especially when he realized the distance of his face and the man was very close.

Gibran directed his eyes right at the girl's bright bead. Make the eyes of both look at each other. Slowly, the girl closed her eyes.

After a while has passed. Yashinta opened her eyes, finding Gibran who was away instead of doing something that came to her mind.

"Euu, the cake will not be consumed, Mas?" he asked, desperately holding back the embarrassment before the man. Gibran must have thought that she was a perverted-brained girl

"We keep it in the fridge, yeah." he got up from his seat, busy tidying up the cake and putting it in the fridge. While Gibran just looked at the girl with a smile.

***

Time showed at three in the morning when Yashinta just lay down with a blanket that he pulled up to the chest. His eyes are still awake. He wanted to talk but still hesitated.

"Mas Gibran." called him in a low voice, the man lying down on the thick carpet opened his eyes.

Both are in the main apartment and plan to sleep there. Yashinta sleeps on the couch and Gibran is downstairs.

"What's up, Yashinta?" tanyakanya. He tilted his body to face the girl.

"Kafka–" Yashinta again felt tight as she recalled what she saw a few hours ago.

"Kafka's vision was the same as Saras's" in the end he kept telling stories and Gibran seemed to listen.

"They–Yas squirm their interaction like not a temen. Yas's chest hurts,"

Yashinta sighed before continuing her story.

"Mas Gibran, Yas is Kafka's love. But if Kafka continues to be rich, Yas is not sure that he can defend his feelings for Kafka or not."

"Kafka has often admitted this, but for the now–Yas not sure Yas can be sorryin." tears fell in the corner of the girl's eyes. Gibran who knew it then rose from his position and approached Yashinta.

Yashinta slowly got up from his seat and looked at Gibran. "Well what to do, Mas Gibran?"

"What should you do?"

Gibran just kept quiet, "sorry because I can't educate Kafka. I'm sorry I failed to be a big brother to him" Gibran said, regretfully.

Yashinta looked at the man. He grabbed the side of Gibran's face. "Why isn't Kafka like Mas Gibran?"

Gibran just kept silent, looking at Yashinta fixedly, holding Yashinta's hand which cupped the side of his face–so slowly, Gibran tilted his head and brought his face closer to Yashinta's face. Accepting what was delayed a while ago.

It was Gibran did as a form of apology to Yashinta because the sister had hurt the girl's feelings. He felt guilty and had to make up for it.

But a few seconds later, Gibran dismissed that. He doesn't want to be a hypocrite if he does it because he wants to. He has since refrained from crossing the line.

But now, the defense that the man had already built collapsed in an instant of time. Yashinta easily made her feelings waver.

TB