Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Cannot Sleep

Along the way home, Andri occasionally stared at Yashinta. While the one being stared at was just quietly and occasionally smiling. Andri looked at his daughter pity, even though Arumi said that breaking up was common for relationships between teenagers, still Andri could not feel calm.

He was afraid if Yashinta secretly cried and felt no support because he was just busy working. Andri will feel very guilty if it happens, he seems to be a useless father for Yashinta.

"Honey" Andri admonished in a soft voice, Yashinta spontaneously turned her head with round eyes.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Andri asked no less gently, aware that if the papa was still discussing about his relationship with Kafka that ran aground, Yashinta could only breathe out.

"It's okay, Papa. Papa doesn't have to worry. Yas was fine." the girl even showed her best smile so that the papa would believe her and not have to worry about her.

"Then why are you the same Kafka broke up? Papa's been watching you guys all right."

Yashinta grabbed the papa's hand and held it. "Papa just saw from the outside doang."

"Jadi–"

"We're fine, just maybe there's a lot of mismatches."

Yashinta was silent afterwards, what he said was not a lie, he was honest if there was indeed a lot of incompatibility between him and Kafka, or perhaps more precisely Kafka who did not feel compatible with him.

"Why hurt you?" andri asked, for a moment Yashinta just fell silent like a moment ago and looked at Andri, then he carved a soft smile that looked so sincere.

After a while, he shook his head. "Kafka's good, she loves Yas. Kafka's sincere, but we can't be together, Papa."

However Kafka treats her, Yashinta feels Andri does not need to know about it.

****

Gibran was already in his black pajamas, a can of cold drink with an open lid next to the phone on his bedside table.

The man looked so fresh after bathing and cleaning himself, even his hair that was only dried by a towel seemed still wet, the jet-black hair fell over his forehead.

Before long he picked up the phone with his right hand while his left hand grabbed the can of drink, his steps leading him to the open balcony door of the apartment. Gibran leaned against the balcony barrier when he attached the flat object to the ear.

The man softened his canned drink as it sounded in a continuous tone, until a smile rose on his lips as soon as the call was connected.

"Hallo Mas Gibran." even the girl's brief voice managed to make Gibran's mood rise instantly.

"Hay Masha's. Shower already?"

"Udah, this just changed clothes. Yas was gonna call Mas Gibran, uh first."

"I think we're a fool."

"Can't you?" the girl asked in a joking tone.

"From now I've missed and want to call you, it turns out you also intend to call me."

Heard the girl laughing at Gibran's crush, Gibran just smiled. There was a long pause between the two even until Gibran finished his canned drink.

The man squeezed the can in his hand out of shape, then threw it in a trash can near the counter on the balcony. Yashinta at the other end was also silent, making Gibran curious about what the girl was doing now.

"Mas Gibran."

"Hmm?"

"Sorry, yeah." the girl's voice sounded sad. Not as happy as before.

"Why suddenly apologize?"

"What are you sorry for?"

"Yas sorry for not being able to be frank with Papa if we're dating."

"Yas can't tell Papa that Mas Gibran is Yas's girlfriend."

"Yas a piece of it would say Papa, but wait for the right time first." at length with a tone that seemed to convince Gibran.

"Why wait for the right time?" Gibran knows for sure the reason for the girl, he understands. Only, he wanted to hear what kind of answer Yashinta would say.

"It's too early for Yas to tell Papa that Yas was dating his brother Kafka shortly after Yas broke up with Kafka" Gibran said, smiling faintly at the girl's answer.

The man did not respond to anything, so silence occurred for a few minutes.

"Bag,"

"What Honey?"

There was a long pause after that, Gibran smiled meaningfully and he could guess the girl's reaction at the other end. Gibran's guess was correct, Yashinta was smiling and seemed wrong to himself, he was also surprised to hear Gibran's unexpected response.

Like about two hours ago, her cheeks heated up and Yashinta felt asphyxiated.

"Diem's cigarette?" ask Gibran when the girl doesn't speak.

"Tumbent kok."

"Dengenger Denger again dong Mas Gibran called Yas 'Honey'. It's the first time." Yashinta's cheerful tone seemed to have returned, it made Gibran feel much better.

"You're mists?"

"Yes. Yas wants to be horrified again."

"Dear,"

It was quiet, "sad."

"Dear."

After that Gibran heard a loud laugh at the end of it even made him shake his head.

"Hot Yas cheeks Mas Gibran."

"You must be beautiful."

"Why?"

"So her cheeks must be red."

"Times?"

"Hm."

Then the silence came back after that.

"Mas Gibran,"

"Thank you, yeah."

Gibran did not respond, just kept quiet and waited for the girl to continue.

"Thank you for loving Yas." Gibran heard there was sadness in the girl's tone. Gibran guessed that Yashinta's eyes were glazed at the moment.

"Thank you, yeah, Mas Gibran. Yas felt happy with Mas Gibran."

"It's lucky to see Mas Gibran."

Long Gibran was silent, then he smiled and opened his voice. "Good if so, I do plan on making you happy."

"Yashinta, if someday, in the future, if I accidentally hurt you. You should let me know if I promise I won't hurt you."

"I won't make you cry."

"Ingetin me if my goal is just to make you happy."

****

Yashinta was silent on his back on his bed. The blanket had covered his body and all the lights in his room had been turned off.

He had not gone to sleep after disconnecting his phone with Gibran. Because as he closed his eyes, painful images of Kafka crossed his head.

Gibran's attitude with Kafka when treating him was clearly different, even in stark contrast to how Gibran treated him so well, very different from how Kafka treated him.

The girl tried to dismiss it, if she continuously compared the two people, then all would be endless. Yashinta will only feel tired of herself.

The girl changed her position, tilted to the right. He touched his thumping chest as he thought of Gibran. At least Yashinta never expected, if he would fall in love with a man other than Kafka. It feels magical to remember it was an impossibility.

The girl reached for her phone, then opened the window of her chat with Gibran, the time showing at eleven o'clock that night. He was wondering if Gibran was asleep or not.

Mas Gibran

You slept, dad?

Yashinta put the phone on his chest after sending two messages to Gibran, long he waited but no reply.

"Has Gibran gone to sleep, Dad?" he muttered to himself while staring at the screen of his phone.

"Yas should have slept, but Mas Gibran kept Yas's head down." the girl protested to no one.

He tried his luck and tried to sleep by covering his entire body with a blanket, but it ended in vain because he felt stuffy and hot.

Many times the girl changed her position but sleepiness did not go to attack her, it seems like tonight Yashinta was really forced to stay up late.

The girl got up, took her laptop and watched the K-drama at random.

"If Yas's tomorrow is bad luck, it's Mas Gibran's fault. Point."

TB