Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Hard-headed Girl and Angel Love

Saras swallowed his hard-earned saliva, staring at the angry-looking Yashinta. There was nothing he could ignore now, maybe he should not have forced and hoped for Yashinta from the beginning.

He had already hurt the girl so deeply, it would be more for him to know himself after apologizing more than once. Yashinta was right, he was selfish.

Be selfish and act like a victim. Saras was indeed lousy, somewhere life would bring his weak body.

"So you're not sorry Kafka?" the question was out of Saras' control, slid off his lips and made Yashinta spontaneously sculpt.

While Saras secretly cursed himself for carrying the name of Kafka.

How could Yashinta forgive Kafka when the man never once apologized to her. Maybe Kafka doesn't even know where his mistake lies.

Kafka never knew how Yashinta felt. Kafka never knew how much he hurt her.

****

In the end Gibran advised Saras to get out of his apartment as his situation with Yashinta seemed to be strained. Gibran quite understand how Yashinta faced the problem, he is quite sure if Yashinta does not want to forgive, just that the girl is not ready.

"I can only help you get here." resigned Gibran as he drove the girl out of his apartment to the front of the elevator. Saras's face looked gloomy, making Gibran feel guilty for not being able to reconcile him with Yashinta.

"No papa, Mom. Thank you Gibran for helping." Saras replied with a faint smile on his lips. Gibran nodded faintly, looked at Saras then spoke. "If I may give you some advice, you better keep going."

"You said you wanted to start a new and happy life. The sooner the better, I'm sure Yashinta will understand."

"You've also apologized. Yashinta just needs time." Gibran's length that managed to make Saras feel calmer.

"Yes Mas Gibran. Thank you so much Gibran for helping me and comforting me. Thanks a lot."

****

Gibran returned to the apartment in silence, while Yashinta sat down and wiped the matanta water occasionally. Gibran could not interfere, he just passed the girl and waited for Yashinta to speak first.

Gibran took off the suit he was wearing, put it on the couch and walked into the kitchen, rolling up his shirt sleeves. It seemed like he had to intervene by himself to cook lunch for the two. Gibran pounced to order food.

He opened the refrigerator and took some of the groceries there, it was a coincidence that he had meat. Steik will be his lunch menu and Yashinta.

While the girl kept crying. Mumgkin should have felt happy to have shouted at Saras, but it was just like something stuck in his heart and made him not calm.

When Gibran just passed by without asking or calming him, honestly it made Yashinta more hurt. To be honest he was hoping to get a warm hug from the man after what he had been through a while ago.

But the man ignores him and makes Yashinta feel that he is so bad, what is he doing to make Gibran not like?

Does Gibran object to his stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive Saras? This fact made Yashinta even more sad, making him want to go home and leave Gibran.

The girl got up from her seat after quite a while of consideration, picked up her school bag and prepared to go home. Gibran who saw it scrunched his forehead full of tanya–it just so happens that there is no partition between the kitchen and the main room so that he can easily see Yashinta.

"Where are you going?" tanyanya approached the girl.

"home." Yashinta said she was upset, her tears were still falling and Gibran was standing in front of her, blocking her access to exit.

"I want to cook, we eat first. You haven't eaten." the man's voice was as gentle as usual, nothing changed. But Yashinta's feelings were already chaotic and thoughtful.

"Come, I anterin you go home after a meal and do PR." Gibran grabbed the girl's hand and stepped back into the main room, but Yashinta just pegged in place, making Gibran go nowhere.

"Mas Gibran is angry with Yas?" asked with his head bowed, Gibran knew the girl was crying again. He did not understand why that adorable girl was so crybaby.

"Why angry?"

"Yes angry." Yashinta. Gibran's soft voice that penetrated his sense of hearing actually made his tears fall.

"Why should I be angry?" gibran asked, this time he grabbed the girl's chin, directing Yashinta to look at her so that the eyes of both of them sat up.

"Jas hurt, Mas Gibran."

"Saras same evil Kafka same Yas. They're evil. Why should they sell it to Yas?"

"When Yas loves half-dead Kafka. As long as we're dating Yas always do whatever for Kafka. Yas always tries to be the best for Kafka to make Kafka happy."

"But Kafka could only hurt Yas." the girl's voice choked occasionally with her cries, but she continued to speak with great difficulty.

"Yas knows, there are times when Kafka is good with Yas, attention and making Yas more and more in love with Kafka. But what Kafka was doing was pretending, Kafka was forced to do."

"Kafka was never really the same, Yas."

"Yas' heart hurts Mas Gibran, Yas's heart hurts."

"Smuck." the girl hit his chest.

"What should you do?"

"What's wrong with Yas Kafka?" The girl was crying so much, Gibran was just listening, he knew there was still a lot Yashinta wanted to say. He knew how Yashinta loved Kafka so much.

"Kafka didn't even apologize to Yas. Kafka's evil."

"But Yas can't hate Kafka."

"Saras is also evil, why tell Kafka macarin Yas. If Saras did not tell Kafka to macarin Yas, Yas's feelings wouldn't be this painful, just let Yas simpen love for Kafka until Yas dies."

"Yas's heart is destroyed, Mas Gibran–"

In a few seconds, Gibran immediately grabbed the girl in his arms, making the words that Yashinta still wanted to say out of power. Instead he cried loudly in Gibran's arms.

Gibran could not continue to see the girl crying with her tears that seemed endless. Gibran could not continue to hear Yashinta's painful story, it also hurt his heart.

Gibran did not say anything, he just clasped the girl tightly, rubbing Yashinta's back gently for the girl to feel calm.

Because basically, women just need to be heard, then embraced. As soon as Yashinta wanted, at least Gibran understood to do so.

From then on, Gibran was determined to make Yashinta happy. He was determined to continue to cheer the girl on and do anything for Yashinta.

As much as possible Gibran would not hurt Yashinta.

"Yashinta, if for you love means giving as much as possible. Then I'll make sure you receive as much."

"Because I will give you as much love. As much as you want."

***

The car Gibran was driving stopped in front of the gate of Yashinta's house. Gibran kept his promise to deliver the girl home as soon as they had eaten, Yashinta refused to work on his PR together and Gibran could not force it.

"You want to forgive Saras or not, that's your right." said Gibran as he opened the seatbelt attached to the girl's body.

"I know you're hurt, I understand."

"But I'm sure you're a good girl, "Gibran looked at the girl gently, who was stared at just plain gnawing. "I don't want my woman to be a vindictive" she continued, then reached out and stroked one side of Yashinta's face.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

At that time Yashinta did not respond to anything, just a moment closed his eyes felt a warm touch of Gibran's hand on his cheek, but the faint silence was enough to make Gibran sure, if Yashinta understood what he meant.

TB