Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Bali, Dusk and First Love

Yashinta once dreamed of a lavish wedding. She became a princess on her happy day, became a queen a day and was joined by the prince of the fairyland, or by the king who controlled her heart.

It remains his wish until yesterday. But this afternoon, his view on the lavish marriage of princesses changed after seeing the simple concept of wedding reception Bayu and Shenina.

Outdoor reception on the beach, looks relaxed, elegant and that will definitely be very memorable.

Yashinta sees a predominately white decoration. He even wore a white dress in accordance with the dress code of the event. The invited guests have been present, the time shows at two in the afternoon and the event will begin soon.

Yashinta looks around and searches for Gibran's whereabouts, until he finds the man in the white shirt appearing and smiling at him. Gibran carries a camera, occasionally taking pictures of several objects there including invited guests and family members of the bride and groom who are smiling happily.

Yashinta only watched until then the man stood before her and pointed the camera at her. Instead of posing, the girl covered her face.

"Don't take pictures indiscriminately, Yas doesn't like." protesting the girl with a shy smile, Gibran held back his smile, then pointed the camera at another object.

"Don't worry, I'm picky about the object of the photo." the man replied and made Yashinta's lips pursed. The girl chose to return to enjoy the beauty of the decorations and the sea view, ignoring Gibran who was cool with his own world.

Gibran, who had originally photographed another object, pointed his camera at Yashinta, taking a photo of the girl secretly and watching how the girl's eyes moved, seeing how the lips of the girl carved out a thin, sweet smile and feeling for themselves how the thump in her heart was so intense as those pretty eyes pointed at her.

Gibran chooses to lower his camera, reaches out to the girl and walks with Yashinta to sit down to join Leon and Krystal. The host had already opened the event and the invited guests were asked to sit down immediately.

Yashinta sat next to Krystal, the woman in a white dress showing her curves greeting her and smiling.

The attention of the invited guests was diverted to the main character of the event as the bride and groom appeared and walked hand in hand on the red carpet. Shenina seemed to smile widely and look so beautiful with an elegant navy blue dress, next to her Bayu wearing a stelan in matching colors with her.

The two looked so harmonious and happy, smiling at each of the invited guests and standing at the place provided, preparing to say the sacred promise and flying the white dove.

"The pigeon is a symbol of love." The previously enchanted Yashinta looked at the bride and groom behind the backround of hearts adorned with white flowers and turned to Gibran beside her.

The man was pointing the camera at the bride and groom while Yashinta was pretty sure Gibran had spoken to him.

Yashinta waited until the man turned his head and smiled at him. "Jas knows it." Yashinta replied, Gibran rubbed the back of Yashinta's hand. "Good girl." The decoction made Yashinta smile widely.

Yashinta also saw Krystal holding Leon's hand as she and Bayu presented their sacred wedding vows.

The waves become the most romantic backsound with the cool breeze of the beach. Under the scorching afternoon sun, the couple flew two white pigeons.

Cheers and applause rang out as the two birds of peace and holy love flew high towards the horizon.

Next to Yashinta standing, Gibran clasped his hand. But the gaze of the man's eyes led to the bride-to-be before them. Yashinta looked at Gibran's hand which then switched to clutching his waist, there was warm running all over his body.

There was a thrilling feeling that made Yashinta feel happy. Debaran endangers that exceed the feelings of being with Kafka.

****

"You want to go straight back?" gibran asked as Krystal and Leon looked about to leave the venue.

"We're going to Kuta beach. Loe wanna come?" Leon answered and asked.

"Mumping Ital's shooting schedule again free." he continued.

Gibran did not answer immediately, he first turned to Yashinta, then turned his attention back to Leon. Both have no intention of extending the holiday.

"Come on, Yashinta. We're all out there." Krystal snatched before Gibran made a sound.

"We're pesen couple's room. I'm the same Leon and you are the same Gibran." - To Yashinta's astonishment, Gibran closed both ears even though it was too late, because Yashinta still heard what Krystal just said.

Leon also pulled the woman's hand so that Krystal did not speak carelessly in front of Yashinta. The confused Yashinta looked up at Gibran, the man looking flat.

"What's wrong?" Krystal opened her voice when she saw the protest that the two men showed.

"At the end of the day the purpose of the relationship of the adult man and woman is eroticism. Right?"

"You want to live a platonic love, Gibran?"

"In this day and age? Hellow, open your eyes–"

"Width!" Krystal.

Leon this time tried to shut Krystal's mouth because the woman had made Gibran even more upset in his place. Leon also did not forget to smile at Yashinta even though what was shown was a wry smile that made Yashinta more confused.

"Gue same Ital want to leave immediately." said quickly, Krystal who dragged still had time to wave at Yashinta.

"That Yashinta."

"Dah–Mbak Ital." Yashinta waved stiffly. Watching the two people move away. As soon as the back of the two disappeared, Yashinta turned his attention to Gibran.

"We go for a walk." take the man without looking at him first, walk away from Yashinta and make Yashinta tail behind him.

Ten steps, fifteen steps or maybe more Yashinta just followed Gibran's footprints, trying only to pass through the man's footprints that were so large.

Yashinta admires the man's footprints, due to their size being far different from his, but only when the girl is about to step up, Gibran stops right before him, making the girl's steps restrained.

Yashinta did not make a sound, just looked at the man with a questionable look. Without saying also Gibran turned his body to the beach, staring at the new sunset Yashinta realized it appeared so very beautiful.

***

Yashinta recalled what Krystal said. It kept haunting his mind. While Gibran was watching, he knew that the girl was thinking about something.

"Why?" tanyanya, Yashinta turned.

"Just think about what Mother Ital said."

"Emang all the adults who date are rich, huh?" yashinta means to do various interactions that are only done by a husband and wife.

"Mm, maybe." Gibran said ambiguous.

"Cock maybe?"

"Some like Krystal and Leon, the rest may not." Gibran said briefly. Yashinta just muttered then looked at the man.

"If Mas Gibran is the rich gimama type?"

"Hmm, I'm part of the rest."

"Really?" Yashinta doesn't believe it.

"Hmm, me and you the rest. No**** before marriage, Yashinta."

"Really?" the girl is still trying to convince. Gibran nodded his head again. "Just like Mas Gibran's previous girlfriend?" this time Yashinta implies a curious highlight of the man's romance.

Gibran looked at the girl, seeing the look in Yashinta's eyes and the girl's expression made Gibran lean slightly on Yashinta to see what kind of reaction the girl would show him after Gibran gave him an answer.

"Mas Gibran?"

"Hmm?"

"An Yas!"

Gibran raised an eyebrow, making Yashinta repeat his question. "Who was Mas Gibran's girlfriend, who was Mas Gibran before?"

"You think there was another woman before you?"

"Hmm?" Yashinta nailed, digesting Gibran's words until he saw the man smiling. "You're my first boyfriend." this time Gibran took Yashinta and made the girl seem unable to hold back her smile.

"So, are we dating now?" asked the girl then, Gibran turned his head, nodded and spoke "You could say that."

"Do you want a calendar at home?"

"Yes dong." the girl said quickly, as Gibran briefly rubbed his head into Yashinta's hair with his eyes closed. Yashinta just smiled.

The girl did not know the exact reason why she was so easy to open her heart to the man, which Yashinta knew, Gibran managed to enter her heart and make her fall in love.

***

"Why hasn't Gibran ever dated?" yashinta asked as the two were walking hand in hand towards returning to the resort and picking up their belongings then went home.

Gibran had already booked a ticket and the two agreed to go home after Bayu and Shenina's wedding reception was over. After all, Yashinta had only one day's permission on her homeroom teacher not to enter the school and Gibran also had a lot of work to complete immediately.

"When Mas Gibran pinter, handsome, smitten" he continued.

"Or don't-don't–" Yashinta showed a surprised look and stopped his steps. Automatically make Gibran also stop.

"Nobody wants to be the same, Gibran, huh?" the accusation.

"Hmm, that seems to be the case, because I'm afraid it's only for you" replied the gentleman, who suddenly caused Yashinta to kiss her on the lips because Gibran had successfully teased her. Gibran smiled, then replied. "Because there's no attractive woman."

Yashinta waited for the continuation of the man's sentence. "But when I met you, I immediately felt interested."

Gibran recalled his first meeting with Yashinta and smiled as he endured the annoyance of the chatty girl who continued to babble without pause after Gibran helped him.

Gibran nodded his head with a smile on his lips. "I'm immediately interested."

"Fall in love at first sight?" Yashinta asked, but Gibran shook his head. "I didn't believe it until I experienced it."

"So?"

"Now I believe it because I've been mad, in love at first sight."

"The Yashinta" he said, ending with laughter, making Yashinta laugh, Gibran held the girl by the waist, continuing their steps towards the resort. Leaving the sunken matahati behind him.

TB

I selow update because at home is being bothered. The day we were yesterday my grandmother died, please pray. May he be placed on the best side of Allah SWT and be forgiven all his sins.

Thanks though.