Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Tupperware

"Loe's crazy, Ka? Ninggalin loe chick on the street?" asked one of Kafka's friends from Alley Youth, he grinned, seemingly unexpected by Kafka's actions.

"Kalo loe don't want to be with him, love me, anyway, Ka. Beautiful, mayanlah!" connect one of them again and be greeted with a nod of agreement from the other.

"Bacot loe all!" upset Kafka who was actually laughed at by them. It seems that none of Kafka's friends are right. Absolutely nothing can calm him down when he is haunted by the guilt of having left Yashinta on the streets.

What happened to that girl? Did Yashinta come home safely? Kafka has been haunted by such questions.

"That's like this. Nir akhlak, no gentle-gentlenya loe, Ka. So big wanker guy!"

"Once upon a time yas horrified!" Aris suddenly felt annoyed. Sean chose not to comment. Let Aris represent him, because if he intervenes, it looks like it will be a bit runyam.

"Gue kasian with Yashinta, he lost a very rich sissy loe." he added. Kafka did not react. Perhaps the young man realized, if what Aris said was true, he could not deny.

"Don't be long, lah, maen-maennya, Ka. Kasian chick loe," added another. Kafka was still silent, not unsettled by his friends' comments. But he was wrong and deserved to be reviled.

"Kafka, I don't think it's normal." Hafi who had just been silent spoke up. He puffed his cigarette smoke into the air with a fixed look of his eyes looking at Kafka, but Kafka did not react at all

"It's not just that" Kafka continued the original story he hadn't told his friends. He must continue because he has already started, hoping to get enlightenment and a way out.

"She's angry because I threw away her tupperware."

"That's because of Tupperware!" kafka's lips with a smile full of flashing, I don't know who she's mocking. Tupperware, right? Why should the girl be angry?

Sean pulled one corner of his lips, forming an indescribable smile. Honestly he did not want to interfere, but it feels Kafka has been very outrageous.

"What did Yashinta say about the tupperware?" tanyanya. Kafka shut up, digesting Sean's question. And he remembered Yashinta's statement.

There was a sense of guilt in Kafka's heart given the fact Yashinta said about the tupperware which was a memento of his deceased mother.

But the next few seconds. "It's just tupperware, isn't it." - sibir Kafka, dodging his mistake.

"Yes. Tupperware, the memories of the nyokapnya that did not exist!"

Sean suddenly pulled the necklace that Kafka was wearing, making Kafka lean slightly on Sean with a face that did not accept.

"Loe what the fuck, anyway."

"Nyari's dead!" Kafka brushed Sean's hand away and put the necklace into his shirt with an annoyed look.

"It's just a necklace, isn't it?" sean's sneer, imitating Kafka's style earlier.

"This is my bokap!"

"That's what Yashinta rasain was when you dumped her favorite tupperware!"

Instantly the atmosphere becomes awkward, Aris with the others becomes confused by Kafka and Sean's subtle debate.

Kafka got up from his seat, just left his friends out of the club, Sean just stared at the departure of the man who penetrated the crowd on the dance floor.

"Kafka crashing?" asked Aris to those who had just seen the debate earlier.

Sean shrugged both of his shoulders, reluctant to comment anything.

"Judah, let him be caught!" aris then said without burden. He also wanted his friend to be aware and not to overdo his treatment of Yashinta.

**

Kafka stepped towards the parking lot after parking his car in front of the school gate. The atmosphere of the school was so quiet and quiet. It's scary but Kafka doesn't care. His arrival was only for one thing, finding the Tupperware Yashinta he had thrown away.

He was sure if he threw Yashinta tupperware into one of the garbage cans there.

There were three garbage cans lined up this morning, now there was only one. Kafka's trying to find her. If according to Yashinta it is valuable, then Kafka will seek and try to find it.

Simply because he appreciates Yashinta, he knows how valuable a relic of a loved one who has died. At first Kafka did not care, but in retrospect, he would be very evil if it was to completely eliminate the relics of Yashinta's parents.

Kafka does not want to be constantly haunted by guilt later.

"Who are you?"

Kafka was stunned, he held his chest in surprise to get a pat on the shoulder. Exactly a horror story. Kafka turned around, he found a security guard behind him.

"Pak Satpam," he said. Because before he did not get a security guard in his post. At least, the one who reprimanded him was a human. Kafka made sure of it himself when he saw the guard's foot hit the ground.

"Mas Kafka," the security guard recognizes Kafka because the man is Yashinta's girlfriend, while Yashinta is a friendly schoolgirl who often greets the morning security guard when entering school or noon when leaving school, until they become familiar.

"So I saw your post empty, the gate is also not locked." said Kafka.

"Yes, Mas. I'm out of the front stall, eating it the gate hasn't been locked."

"Mas Kafka, what are the malems here?"

"This, Sir. Someone is missing. I threw something in one of the garbage cans this morning, but now it's just one." regrettably Kafka saw there was only one garbage can and it seemed that what he was looking for was really not there.

"Ohh, that's Mas. Moved forward, let the garbage man pick it up tomorrow."

"The trash is still there, isn't it, sir?" kafka asked, worried.

The Satpam's reflex nodded despite being confused. Kafka patted her shoulder and passed after saying thank you with a cramped face.

"Big people love to trash!" The guard nodded in disunderstanding.

"Sweet of his girlfriend non Yas."

**

Heck, tok.

Yashinta, who was preparing to go to sleep after Gibran's return, had to open the door of her room which was knocked from the outside.

"What's Bi?" tanyanya found the aunt in front of the room door.

"In front there's his girlfriend non Yas."

"Who?" yashinta asked with a frown.

"That's you, his girlfriend's non-Yas."

"Kafka?"

"Maybe!"

Yashinta's mouth open, Kafka? Why come to see him?

"Oh, yes."

"Thank you, Bi."

"Yes non. Well then, Auntie's coming down!"

Yashinta nodded, then down the stairs to go downstairs, he walked to the front porch and found Kafka standing there.

Yashinta was silent in the doorway, staring at Kafka in front of her. Something is different with Kafka. Did he change the perfume? Yashinta felt dislike for Kafka's new perfume fragrance.

Kafka who was only stared at by the mendehem, secretly he was also uncomfortable with the smell of his body mixed with the smell of garbage.

"Yas—"

"Kafka, man,"

"Why are you here?"

TB