Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Not Want to Lose

In the past, when Yashinta discussed the future with Kafka, Kafka had told him that the relationship between the two was only a teenage relationship that was not necessarily the direction of his goal.

But for Yashinta, starting a relationship means being ready to step toward a goal. To be sure, the goal is a much better bond than dating.

"Love is appropriate, if it is also appropriate. Don't go overboard!" that's what Kafka said.

But in fact, Yashinta now sees that Kafka is overdoing it when the relationship ends. Kafka seems to have no purpose in life after breaking up with her.

At first Yashinta did not want to seem too confident about it. But circumstances prove so. Kafka has looked abnormal since they broke up.

"Are you rarely going home?" Yashinta remembered what Mother had said.

"Once in a while." Kafka said indifferently.

"Rome Kafka. Don't wander outside."

Kafka turned his head, and so did Yashinta so that the gazes of the two met. "But it's up to Kafka, Yas doesn't make it. Yas know Kafka doesn't like to be set." Yashinta knew he didn't deserve to say that to the man. He was nothing to Kafka.

"Gue likes!" Kafka quickly interrupted. The girl froze for a moment, then straightened her gaze forward and spoke. "Kafka must think of Mother, Mother's father if you continue to worry about Kafka."

Kafka did not respond, he just looked at the girl and refocused his gaze on the streets.

"Loe's seriously here with him?" it was Ranti's first question she had expected when Yashinta arrived. While Kafka looks to bring the cake they bought and greet Ranti's parents.

"Yas don't bring a car, Yas's old driver. Yas could not refuse after Kafka ngajakin." the girl's light that made Ranti sigh did not understand.

"Being looking for loe's disease, Yas!" Ranti did not think.

Yashinta just kept quiet with Ranti's nagging, seeing the girl just resignedly, finally Ranti gave up nagging longer.she pulled Yashinta's hand towards her parents who were sitting on the worn sofa in the living room.

"Non Yashinta why bother coming here," Ranti's father said in a hoarse voice. Ranti's mother sat down beside her and smiled unwell at Yashinta.

"It's okay Dad. Yas has not played here for a long time" replied the girl who in the end made Ranti's father and mother can only smile.

Since becoming friends with Ranti, Yashinta often visited Ranti's house just to play or even stay as Ranti did at her house.

At first, all the simplicity that Ranti family has often if it makes them uncomfortable on Yashinta who incidentally is the people are, who are, but Yashinta can always prove that he can adjust wherever he is.

Yashinta never mind if eating potluck at Ranti's house, he never mind if sometimes helped Ranti clean up the house. He also never mind sleeping on a simple mattress in Ranti's room.

He never objected to all the simplicity that Ranti and her family had.

Yashinta often offers help to Ranti's family in the form of materials but often also Ranti's family refuses, so Yashinta and the father can not force. However, he must accept Ranti's father's decision. Yashinta is afraid of hurting the middle-aged man's self-esteem if he keeps forcing them to help something they don't want.

Ranti's father only accepted help freely in a desperate situation, just then. The rest, he asked for a job and used his energy rather than being given away for free.

"Ranti did not say that Ranti's father was sick" Yashinta said when the two were in Ranti's room.

While Kafka was outside, chatting with Ranti's father who was already in the process of recovery, they chatted while enjoying the cake that Yashinta and Kafka brought.

"If I say you'll bother."

"Replace that, uh." Yashinta grumbled but Ranti only responded with a smile. "But it's been taken to the doctor, isn't Ranti?" ask the girl later.

"Because was taken to the front clinic." Ranti lightly. Honestly makes Yashinta's feelings bad. Ranti should have told him that her father was sick so that Yashinta could take her to the Hospital.

"Loe don't worry, Yas. Father is also just plain sick, now it's just meningan."

"Replace likes habits, if anything must be covered up." in the end Yashinta expressed his frustration.

"Gue don't want to keep ngerepotin loe."

"No hassle Ranti–"

"Oh, I'm fine anyway." Ranti interrupted quickly, stopping their debate. Yashinta finally just kept quiet, he looked around at Ranti's room which was not even as big as the bathroom in her house.

Yashinta forgot the last time he slept in Ranti's room, it felt like he had not stayed at the girl's house for a long time, especially since they were sitting in high school. Even if Ranti's room is not as spacious as her room, the fact is that Yashinta still feels comfortable there.

Moreover, Ranti is a person who diligently tidied and tidied up her room.

"Den Kafka's Non Yashinta's girlfriend?" Ranti's father asked, the man only kept silent for a moment. He smiled and shook his head.

Today, Kafka feels overwhelmed by such things that make it increasingly unable to let Yashinta. Though it was clear the girl showed him if he seemed to have forgotten Kafka.

"Normally Non Yas is escorted by a driver if he comes here." continued Ranti's father.

"The driver has problems on the road. So, I nawarin Yashinta a ride." Kafka explained. When dating the girl, Yashinta rarely involves her with anything related to Ranti considering how much Ranti hates her.

So even if Yashinta never asked Kafka to deliver when the girl would play at Ranti's house, even if Yashinta asked, maybe Kafka would refuse a lot.

So that today became the first time for him to visit Ranti's house.

"Loe doesn't need to look at my house, my house is ugly." that's what Ranti said when Yashinta and Kafka came home after dusk.

"Loe adem's house." Kafka. For whatever sake he did not look down on Ranti after seeing the condition of the girl's house. He can already guess how the life of Ranti who even entered Firgo High School with the help of Papa Yashinta.

"No papa ma'am, anyways Yas the initiative came here." the girl replied with her best smile.

"Thank you for looking at me, Non Yas." Ranti's father made a sound.

"When to play here again Brother Yashinta." Ranti's sister who had just returned home a moment ago and was holding Dad who accompanied her to the front opened her voice.

Yashinta nodded. "Loe be careful, if there's any news I have." Ranti's message before Yashinta actually leaves. Yashinta only nodded after previously having had time to pluck her lips because of Ranti's excessive attitude.

As Yashinta and Kafka were about to break out of the fence, a white car appeared to enter the area and stopped right next to Kafka's car.

Make Ranti's father and mother seem to wonder about who the driver of the car is. So did Yashinta and Ranti who were astonished, while Kafka who had already guessed who had come was just silent.

Gibran walked out the steering wheel and smiled. The man was still wearing his neat office stellan.

"Who? The handsome," Ranti's mother whispered softly with a sigh of admiration.

"Tajir is also like that." Ranti's sister added.

"Euu, Mas Gibran."

Finding Yashinta who recognized the person, it seems that the presence of the man did not come to visit them, but to Yashinta.

The girl was very surprised to see Gibran present there. He remembers that he had an appointment with Gibran and Yashinta forgot to tell him.

Gibran walked over and entered the open wooden fence, smilingly greeting everyone who was there. Ranti of course was fixated to find her puja came to visit her home–although she realized that Gibran's arrival was not for her.

While Yashinta's feelings were suddenly not aware of the fact that he was with Kafka at this time. But he recalls what Gibran said in his barn. Yashinta believes Gibran will have no idea about his current relationship with Kafka.

Gibran smiled and looked down greeting Ranti's father and mother, he handed a parcel containing fresh fruits to Ranti's mother then turned to her boyfriend.

"Hay, I came to your piano lessons but said you didn't get in."

"I met Mommy, she said you want to look at your father who is sick again. I thought you must be here." said the man as Yashinta stared at him.

"Mas Gibran knows where Ranti's address is?" yashinta asked with a fixed look on Gibran.

"From the restaurant." Gibran briefly replied, Yashinta only nodded faintly. He then turned his gaze to the two parents Ranti who looked at them questioningly.

"Here, who is Non Yas?" Ranti's mother asked. Yashinta looked at the man, while Gibran only smiled faintly.

"This–" Yashinta seemed hesitant, especially when his eyes accidentally collided with Kafka. It feels, very uncomfortable.

"It's Yas's pacarmya, ma'am."

"Oh, his girlfriend Non Yashinta. kirain mah his girlfriend Non Yashinta Den Kafka."

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In the end Yashinta went home with her boyfriend, the girl had to let Kafka go home alone after previously thanking him for giving her a ride and visiting Ranti.

Yashinta was silent when he got into the man's car . However he denied it, Gibran now looks different. The look on his face even seemed illegible. A few moments ago, the atmosphere was not what it is today. Dibble.

The girl spontaneously avoided the moment the man approached, Gibran of course was astonished. But after Gibran pointed at the seatbelt, then Yashinta understood if the man was about to attach the seatbelt to his body.

"Please Mas Gibran" he said afterwards. Gibran did not respond, the man also put a seatbelt on his body and sculpted afterwards, both hands were on the handle of the steering wheel.

Yashinta only looked at him when the man never started the car engine. Makes Yashinta's feelings even worse.

"Yaskina,"

Yashinta gasped as Gibran called out to her in a low voice that sounded raucous. The girl thought that something was wrong.

"If I were to deny you the same decadence as Kafka, would you want to beat me up?"

This was an unexpected question for Yashinta. Could Gibran be jealous?

"Yashinta," call Gibran. Yashinta slowly nodded her head at the man's question.

Then, Gibran does not need to explain, Yashinta can read the man's eyes if Gibran is jealous at this time. The last time, the man looked completely jealous of Kafka when they had lunch from the airport.

"I don't want to restrain you" this time Gibran grabbed Yashinta's hand.

"Yes understand." The girl didn't need an explanation. Gibran just looked at the girl, rubbing the back of Yashinta's hand gently.

"Yaskina,"

"So lucky to have you."

"I don't want to lose you."

TB