Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Already Breaking Up

Yashinta must attend a family meeting dinner with Arumi and Sean to discuss Andri and Arumi's wedding plans. He was only a listener when the family meeting took place. Each of Andri and Arumi's schedulers were also present to organize the event and prepare for the party.

Arumi and Andri asked Sean for an opinion on whether they agreed or not if the party was luxurious, and both did not mind if it was what they wanted.

Yashinta is only a listener when the Scretary Arumi reads out the things that need to be prepared for the wedding.

Yashinta could not focus, first because of his problem with Kafka who had just run away, second because he did not understand the things that Vito and the Scretary Arumi conveyed. Sean looked focused and enthusiastic.

Then, third because ..., the girl's eyes rounded when she found Gibran who had just entered the restaurant with a woman. Yashinta knows if he's Gibran's scretary.

Yashinta held her chin and looked at the man who was walking to another table, quite a distance away from where Yashinta was. He watched Gibran, who sat down, joined by two women and one man at his desk.

Can Yashinta guess if they're Gibran's client. They seem to be talking about work. But a few seconds later, Yashinta bent his face as Gibran once in a while seemed to smile or even laugh there. It felt like Yashinta was not willing to see the man share a smile especially his laughter with other women.

The girl immediately carved out a smile as the eyes of the two sat down, yet infuriatingly, Gibran brushed off their gazes and ignored them. Making Yashinta's face back moody.

"Yaskina,"

"Yaskins."

"Huh?" the girl regained her senses and turned to the source of the voice, everyone on her desk seemed to be staring at her. "There–what?" he asked doubtfully for not paying attention.

"You've been daydreaming, what's going on?" ask Arumi. The girl just shook her head. "Eng–no Ma, nothing." he said. When Andri believes his daughter is fine, he nods at Vito. Then Vito continued and Yashinta watched, but at a glance he saw Gibran who was busy talking.

Yashinta admitted, if Gibran many times very handsome while being serious. Then ... Yashinta touched her chest which was suddenly pounding.

After a kiss incident at Gibran's apartment on her birthday, Yashinta welcomes Gibran's feelings for her. However, Yashinta does not yet understand how she feels about the man.

Which Yashinta knows, he's just comfortable with Gibran. He was happy to meet the man or just exchange messages, and often he felt homesick for the man, or lost when Gibran had not contacted him at all. Like lately, for example.

Yashinta exited the restaurant as soon as the family meeting was over, standing only to hear a voice coming from behind him as Gibran and his colleagues looked out.

"It's nice to work with Mr. Gibran. Hopefully in the future we have a cooperation project again." said a man flanked by two women with formal appearances.

"Thank you sir."

The two shook hands until the three men left the restaurant and left the restaurant, leaving Gibran with his trailer. Yashinta just stared at the two, hoping Gibran would like to greet him.

"You're going home now?" ask Gibran on Intan, the scheduler. Intan nodded his head. "Let me interven."

"No need sir, no need. I don't want to bother."

"You don't get rich that way, usually I also often nganterin you" said Gibran, managed to make Yashinta who heard him grin his lips because upset. It is not expected that the relationship of a superior with his scheduler should be that familiar.

"There is no need for Mr. Gibran, I have ordered a taxi online" Intan said along with a taxi that pulled over smoothly in the restaurant's courtyard.

"That's my cab, I'm first, well." the message then as it passed, a glance looked at Yashinta and smiled. Gibran put both hands in his pants pocket after nodding his head and waving at the scheduler he had worked with for three years

After that, there were only Yashinta and Gibran there, and then people who went in and out of the restaurant. Yashinta and Gibran said, this time Yashinta did not carve his smile, Gibran also did not dismiss their gazes but also did not speak.

"The same rules of the superstretary should be that close, well." said Yashinta with a cynical tone. Gibran frowned, "are you jealous?" ask Gibran who then steps closer to the girl.

"Jealous?" Yashinta.

"Where there is jealousy. Who is Yas in Mas Gibran's life."

"Bother!" gibran said that made the girl clench her hands with a rough snort of breath in annoyance.

"Masha is a bully" Gibran said. Well, a bully of feelings and timing. Because Gibran would just be quiet and unable to continue his work at the thought of the girl. At its core Yashinta is a pleasant bully for Gibran.

But for a moment, Gibran recalled how the girl loved Kafka so much that she did not want to be third, so slowly moving away from Yashinta was her best option. He doesn't want to be stuck in a comfort zone with a girl who is clearly his sister's boyfriend.

"Don't think what I'm talking about." Gibran said later with a smile that slowly faded across his face.

"So it's also in that rich room."

"I'm, I'm working."

"For a few days Mas Gibran never called Yas." as soon as Gibran just silently looked at him and made Yashinta increasingly upset.

"I–it's because of Mas Gibran's tape, yeah?" the more audible question was an accusation, which made Gibran frown. "My scooter? Why is it the same as my scrapbook?"

"Yes because you guys are deket."

"We let the cooperation between us be well established." Gibran said logically.

"But that's not what Yas meant."

"Keep what?"

"Say, if you're together often and feel used to people, you'll feel comfortable."

"So?"

"Masa Mas Gibran did not understand!" Yashinta was upset by herself.

"You can feel comfortable because you're used to it together, then Mas Gibran also came out of town with him, right?" Yashinta increasingly felt arrogant to imagine their togetherness. He had never thought that far before. Especially meddling about Gibran's work.

"What a hard thing, anyway, to say jealous." Gibran's eyes narrowed at the girl.

"Not jealous." Yashinta is still evasive, not accepting if Gibran considers himself jealous. Gibran only smiled, glanced at the end of his shoes and then turned to Yashinta. "You don't need to be jealous–" Yashinta was seen to protest with it but Gibran hurriedly continued his sentence. "It's my ex-employee's wife."

Yashinta fell silent and looked at Gibran. "She has been married for two years and her relationship with her husband is harmonious" she said.

"Ya–ya good at that." said Yashinta, turning his attention in the other direction. There was a feeling of relief in his heart hearing this.

"But when it comes to Mas Gibran's problems with Yas?" the girl asked, not satisfied with Gibran's explanation. Gibrab was silent, looked at Yashinta and exhaled softly.

"That's my choice. My choice is to stay away from you and keep Kafka feeling. You said yourself that you love Kafka so much, so I can't do anything about Yashinta. Especially to force you to be with me."

"I didn't want to budge and will try to catch you. But I realized I couldn't be as selfish as Kafka." Gibran's length and Yashinta's just listening.

"I'll be happy if you're happy. Just like whoever you are, if you feel happy I will support." he continued.

"Or if necessary I can go to any place far away so as not to disturb you" he continued. While Yashinta just blinked at the spot staring at the man.

Gibran seemed to have finished talking, he raised his right hand where a watch was coiled there, when the time showed at ten o'clock in the night, Gibran looked at the girl.

"I have to go home. Are you the same Papa?"

Yashinta nodded her head. "If that's what I am first." the man passed away. Yashinta just stared at his back and then his lips called out the name of the man and made Gibran's footsteps come to a halt.

"Mas Gibran."

"Jas Kafka has broken up." tell the girl, while making Gibran stay in his place.

"Mas Gibran is free to deketin Yas, there is no one to be shunned and Mas Gibran does not need to take care of Kafka's feelings anymore" he continued. This time slowly made the smile on his lips engraved. But Gibran remained in place without changing his position.

"Yes love there Kafka, but that does not mean Yas must survive in a relationship that can not be maintained."

"Yas Kafka is done, Mas Gibran."

"Yas is no longer Kafka's girlfriend."

TB