Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Origin Guess

Gibran sat on the white sofa in the living room after the girl had invited him, while she herself went to the kitchen to make him drink.

"This, drink. Go ahead" said the girl with a sweet smile after emerging from the kitchen.

There is nothing happy now but free from the threat of various dangers that love him when on the streets. That's how Yashinta felt.

"Thank you" Gibran drank the drink that the girl was serving. In addition to appreciating the host, he also happened to be extremely thirsty.

"Oh, yeah. We haven't met."

Yashinta was still standing on a round table in front of Gibran. He started walking around two or three steps to start introducing himself. Exactly the Kindergarten teacher who will invite to meet his students.

"Known, Yashinta Wiraguna, call Yashinta. Seventeen years old. Still school, third grade High School."

"Are you third grade High School?" Gibran was hesitant to see such a childish girl.

"Not a Junior High?"

"Ih, no. It's just look at the uniform." he said, pointing out the uniform I took. Gibran finally just nodded his head and let the girl resume her introductory session.

"Hoby read a book, watch a Korean drama, same watch EXO's MV."

"The only child, Papa Warkaholic, while Mama had died when Yas was a child."

Gibran frowned at the words of the girl who was introducing herself. Gibran felt that what he said was a mere fad, but the girl's face looked so serious. Gibran could not guess whether the girl was being serious or just playing around.

"You know Yas's shoe size, don't you?"

"Well what?"

"Who knows if we'll be familiar and Om will give you a gift." the girl was so excited, while Gibran again astonished.

"Yas always sleeps under ten, because rest is important, wake up at half-six, let's not bad luck. Yas likes water, to be healthy. Yas also—"

"Do you have to be that detailed?" sidelines Gibran quickly, he dizzy to hear Yashinta talk a lot.

"Must be, who knows we'll be deket."

Gibran sighed, he never thought if he would be met with a girl like this. Should he not have helped Yashinta some time ago? I don't know, but Gibran feels a little sorry.

"Where's the phone, save Yas's number. Who knows will need help" he continued, pointing his hand at Gibran.

"My phone's out of bed."

Now, Yashinta who sighed, he walked towards the sofa where he had put his bag there, took his pen and approached Gibran.

"Here's his hand!"

"Make what?"

"Here it is!"

With a bit of ogah-ogahan, Gibran thrust his hand. Deftly, Yashinta wrote down her mobile number in the palm of the man's hand.

Gibran wanted to laugh, his hands were amused

with the movement of the pen from Yashinta. But he looked at the girl's face. Strange, he did not understand himself who was willing to waste his time on this unimportant matter with the girl he had just known.

Yashink.

"Udah. That's his number, Yas. Don't forget Om save, yeah."

"Omm?" this time Gibran protested with a call that had been bothering him since it was not pleasant to hear.

"Yes, Om." Yashinta nodded confidently without knowing if it had made someone feel uncomfortable since then.

"OKAY. Let Yas guess!"

"Whose name?" ask her seriously.

"Gibrans!"

Yashinta nodded his head. He stepped up and did a pacing motion like he had just introduced himself.

"Gibrans. Young businessman," Yashinta begins his guess. He assessed Gibran's appearance which did look suitable like a young businessman.

"Thirty-five years old, already had two children, and one wife. Hard worker, and dear family. Right?"

"Yes!"

"Yes!" the girl's hand clenched in the air, happy because her guess was on target.

"I'm a young entrepreneur, hard worker and family darling. But not having a wife, or children, one let alone two!"

"One more, I'm only twenty-six years old. Not thirty-five years!" gibran asserted with great authority.

"Times?" the girl looked in disbelief, staring at Gibran in front of her.

Gibran simply nodded, ignoring the probing gaze of the girl before him. While Yashinta also just nodded, until he heard the roar of the car engine in the courtyard of the house, his face immediately sparkled.

"Father Yas. Come on, Yas knows it later." The girl unhesitatingly pulled Gibran's hand, making the man who was still clad in formal clothes just walk around following him.

"Father!" Yashinta approached the father who had just got out of the car.

"Dear."

Yashinta slammed into Andri's arms, the papa rubbing the top of his head affectionately.

"Why are you still in uniform, you just got home?" tanyanya realizes Yashinta's appearance.

"Here, why's the forehead?" ask Andri, worried.

"No papa, the story is long. Yas wants to see Papa with someone, come on."

Yashinta pulls Andri to the terrace, right where there is Gibran standing there.

"Copy, Pa. His name is Gibran, he is thirty-five years old, a young businessman, a hard worker, a dear family, and already has a wife and children." he said cheerfully, introducing Gibran according to his guess from the beginning even though Gibran has rectified it. Kekeh even though Gibran has told the truth.

Gibran just silent and resigned, then he just sprang hugging, after having previously had time to greet Andri. While Yashinta only paid attention to the two with a mouth that formed the letter O.

"How are you Om?"

"Okay, Gibran. You alone, how are you?"

"Good, Om. Fine."

"Papa know?" Yashinta spoke up in astonishment.

"Yes. This Gibran, the son of his colleague Papa who continued his family-owned company after his father died." explained Andri while embracing Gibran, the two men look so familiar.

"Well, great dong." the girl clucked happily, smiling at Gibran full of pride.

"Oh, well, one more Yashinta. Gibran, he's still alone. Not married, let alone having children."

"Two more." Andri continued in a joking tone.

Yashinta laughed at the reprimand of his papa, while Gibran looked at the girl meaningfully by showing a triumphant aura.

"Oh, yeah. Papa's curious, why are you guys together?"

"It's a long story, Yas storyain in the dalem. Come on," Yashinta took the father to enter the house, both of them walking and Gibran followed behind after having previously gotten a tongue sticking out of Yashinta.

***

While elsewhere. In a crowded place full of frenetic beauty of the night world, Kafka who has been sitting for more than an hour just silently with a glass of red wine that has not been touched by his lips.

The loud and echoing sound of dj music filled the entire room even as if it was not caught by his sense of hearing.

Sean, Aris and some of his other friends since just throw a glance at each other just see the strange attitude of Kafka today. It was not usual for the young man to behave like that.

"What the hell, Ka?"

Kafka turned to his two friends, and he put his glass on the table. He's not feeling at all. While Aris and Sean's questioning gazes were directed at him. Inevitably, Kafka explained. How a jerk he took down and left Yashinta just by the side of the road a while ago.

Sean only laughed after Kafka finished speaking. He didn't know what to say, wanted to curse rudely and swear Kafka, but on what basis? He has no rights. It's totally free to tell Kafka.

Her ears are just a display, not working properly. His heart only complements his limbs, having no feelings.

TB