Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Hay Bali (S2)

After traveling Jakarta - Bali which takes approximately 2 hours, Yashinta and Gibran arrived in Bali. Yashinta did not expect at all if he would go to the island of the gods suddenly without preparation appaun except just passport– sent his personal driver from home–after Gibran asked permission for Andri to hijack Yashinta attending a friend's wedding.

Andri gave permission on condition that both of them must keep their distance and of course Gibran must take care of Yashinta as well as possible.

Also some clothes were prepared by Gibran. In the end, they left at twelve noon and arrived in Bali at two.

Yashinta turned to Gibran, smiling. Making the man turn his head with his brows furrowed and the gesture seemed to ask. But the girl shook her head.

"Where is your school?" asked Gibran, he initially focused on his cellphone screen to ensure the address of the resort where Bayu held the wedding as well as where to stay later where he had reserved a room before.

"Not papa,"

"What kind of free foundation owner's son, huh?" this time Gibran kept his phone and looked at the girl.

"It's not that Mas Gibran, Yas can't just dong. The effect of abusing Papa's power."

Gibran folded his lips with narrowed eyes looking at the girl, mocking Yashinta and making Yashinta frown. "Kok sneaking?"

Gibran shook his head, took Yashinta and stepped quickly as if dragging the little girl. Yashinta was of course protesting, he grumbled but when Gibran stopped his steps, he fell silent.

Yashinta looked at the two people standing before them, smiling as he recognized the man before him.

"Well, Yashinta." Leon was surprised, making the woman in his arms look at the lover in wonder at recognizing the girl beside Gibran. While he knew Gibran. Leon's best friend doesn't have a sister.

"Honey, this is Yashinta." Leon introduces Yashinta who waves her hand at her boyfriend.

"Yashinta." the girl reached out and was accepted by Leon's lover.

"Krystal, call me Ital."

Yashinta nodded with a smile, Gibran pulled his hand and made Leon wonder and wonder. Since seeing Yashinta, he was honestly a little surprised, also curious about the reason why Gibran brought the girl, while yesterday the man had already told him if he would come alone and a little late from Leon.

"You guys are new?" ask Krystal then, just mince words. Yashinta turned to Gibran and nodded his head.

"Well, you're booking a room, aren't you?" this time it was Leon who asked with a look towards Gibran. Gibran murmured affirmatively, Leon grinned.

"What kind of agent is Loe's room?" he asked again with a sly look, it made Yashinta and Gibran exchange eyes.

Gibran is upset by the expression Leon shows and Yashinta who does not understand what Leon means.

"The room's full, yeah, Mas Leon?" yashinta asked as Gibran decided to remain silent.

Leon shook his head. "Not full, just–" Leon scratched the tip of the temple with his thumb and waited for Gibran's reaction but Krystal had already nudged him and showed a facial expression that seemed to tell the lover to stop the ignorant and annoying action.

Gibran turned his attention in the other direction. Lazy against Leon. It seems like he was wrong and fell for being friends with such a man.

The situation with Leon will be endless, so Gibran decided to just leave the two men with Yashinta.

"Cousin Gibran's brother?" Krystal asked with a gaze pointed at Gibran and Yashinta's backs who were walking away.

"No, Baby."

Krystal's forehead crinkled at the boyfriend's answer.

"It's probably not her boyfriend, is it?" Krystal spontaneously rejected the assumption in her head. Instead of answering, Leon took Krystal and continued their steps to get out of the resort.

There is nothing wrong with two people being a couple. However, if Krystal did not misjudge, Yashinta looked much younger than them. He is much younger than Gibran.

Krystal was only sorry for the tastes of mature men like Gibran. Maybe he's dating a little kid.

****

Kafka returned home after returning from the airport and saw the scene that still disturbs him. He took off the black jeans he was wearing, threw them on the bed and took a deep breath.

Kafka knew her sister would fly to Bali to attend her friend's wedding. However, he did not expect that Yashinta would come with the man.

In the next instant, Kafka grumbled, recalling how Yashinta had ignored him as if he had not seen him at all.

It was as if the girl had easily gotten rid of him in her life. It hurt Kafka enough, and made him not know himself because he felt that way.

"Ka,"

"Kafka's."

Kafka turned his head towards the door as the voice of the Mother sounded out there. He walked and opened the door with a sluggish look, seeing the Mother actually standing in front of the door of his room.

"What's up, Bun?"

"Where did you end up?"

"Mother look at his face rich in sprains." one hand of the outstretched Mother rubbed the side of the young man's face, making Kafka close her eyes as she felt the warmth radiating all over her body.

He saw his son coming in a face that looked nothing like usual, even Kafka passed him just like that in the main room of the house as if he did not see it.

Enough to make Mother worried about what happened with Kafka so she chose to come to her youngest son.

"Sorry not papa, Bun. Really." Kafka reassured when he saw the worried look on Mother's face. Mother chose to nod her head.

A few seconds later, "Mommy met Mama Sean this morning, she went to the boutique." said Mother who made the man quietly listen without guessing what the Mother would say.

"She invited Mommy to come to her wedding later. She wants to marry Papa Yashinta?" this time Kafka nodded after previously being silent.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Hmm?" Mother looked at the son when there was no answer from Kafka.

"You're the same Yashinta fighting again?" ask Mother later, suspicious. But Kafka never answered, just looked at the Mother and made Mother understand.

Because the look in Kafka's eyes had already explained the answer to his question if the young man and Yashinta were in a bad state.

****

Gibran only frowned as Yashinta moved away from him as soon as they arrived inside Yashinta's room.

"So Papa said we should keep our distance, Mas Gibran forgot?" the girl reminded and made Gibran understand the reason why Yashinta avoids, especially they are in a place that is vulnerable for lovers.

"Mas Gibran was a prankster, Yas. Breaking rules!" jeered.

Gibran chuckled, then nodded his head, assented the girl and approached to wipe the top of Yashinta's head as she was about to exit the girl's room.

"Don't whip!"

"Yashinta," Gibran couldn't help but smile at the sight of Yashinta's gurgle before him.

"So distance doesn't mean I can't stick with you."

"Knowing Yas keeps his distance means no strings attached."

"I know the limits. I know how close you have to be and how far to keep your distance from you."

"So–" Gibran stepped over, this time the girl did not dodge and stayed in place with a fixed look at Gibran. He looked up at the tall handsome man.

"You don't have to worry, I won't cross the line." Gibran rubbed the top of Yashinta's head while the girl simply blinked and eventually nodded her head.

"You take a break, I want to check my room." she said later. Yashinta nodded back and let the man out of his room. It just so happened that Yashinta and Gibran's rooms were a little far apart. It's four rooms and it feels like it'll be safe.

Yashinta observed the room as soon as Gibran left. The white room felt it would make it comfortable, the view of the sea that he immediately saw through a large glass window immediately refreshed the eyes.

The girl stood by the window and stared at the waves below. Smiling enjoys the flawless beauty of God's creation. Then something suddenly crossed his head.

Yashinta sculpted, recalling again how his struggle pursued Gibran today. I think he met someone very familiar on his journey.

Kafka's. Yahinta remembers he met Kafka. Slowly Yashinta remembered everything, he saw Kafka's car parked in front of the gate of his house as he came out, and even they met the Gibran company. But Yashitnta ignored the presence of the man.

This time Yashinta exhaled her breath. Now he begins to wonder what reason Kafka is after him.

For Yashinta, it is not easy to erase Kafka just like that in his memory. It felt impossible, unless he or Kafka went to a place very far from the world.

Or even he must have amnesia in order to forget Kafka.

But it feels ..., it will still not be easy for Yashinta. Because anyway. Kafka was her first love, she was once something very precious in Yashinta's life.

Yashinta looked back at the beauty of the sea. He once wrote an agenda where he wanted to visit various places, and of course with Kafka. Only Kafka's name is always in his future plans.

But fate says something else, they split up before Yashinta made it all happen.

One of them is Bali. Yashinta wants to vacation in Bali once the first semester exam is over later– along with Kafka. However, he was already in Bali long before the first semester exam began.

He was on holiday, not with Kafka but with Gibran. With Gibran.

TB

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