Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

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"Non Yashinta's girlfriend is handsome, but also like her. You have no intention of going out too?" mother Ranti's voice made the girl who just sat quietly on the sofa while eating the rest of the cake that Yashinta and Kafka brought just sigh.

"I don't think about girlfriends. Anyway graduated from school and got a job with a good salary. Love affairs lately." the girl replied indifferently. But a moment later, he was staring.

If the person he is dating is Gibran, then maybe Ranti will be ready.

After a few seconds, the girl immediately shook her head. Realize that he is almost over the line. It would be inappropriate if he thought so.

He and Gibran are like heaven and earth. Very much different. Gibran is impossible to achieve, the position of the man is really high, very far from his reach.

"Who knows you also want to enjoy your teenage years. Don't be too fixated on our situation, you also deserve to be happy." said Mother who was only heard by the faint like the wind. Mother looked at her daughter and then exhaled her breath.

"The rich are rich, we are poor, we must be poor again" said Mother, looking disappointed in who.

"It's equality, ma'am." Ranti gave a brief.

"Must improve the quality of yourself if you want the same that succeeds. Replacing a difficult person, whichever one wants."

Mother looked at her daughter, then exhaled. It is wrong to be unable to provide a decent life for his two daughters, however. Mother and Father have tried their best to meet the needs of the family, even though it has not been able to meet them fully.

Mother just does not want, if Ranti has to sacrifice her teenage years with hard work because of the family's economic demands. Mother also wants to see her son play and fall in love, not just work.

Therefore, I feel grateful that Ranti is friends with Yashinta, so that Ranti knows a lot about the world where Father and Mother cannot show it to Rnti.

Surely a luxurious world, which is only occupied by people from the upper class like Yashinta and his family.

I just hope, with whoever Ranti will be, that person will love and love Ranti. Her son is a good girl, so Ranti deserves a good one anyway regardless of how the economic situation of her partner will be.

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Kafka did not immediately go back to his apartment or to Mother's house after he returned from Ranti's house. He stopped by Hafi's place for a while and then went back to his apartment when the time showed at half-twelve o'clock at night.

Honestly Kafka was a little surprised when he found the brother in front of the door of his apartment unit. The man leaned against the apartment door with his arms crossed over his chest and eyes closed, apparently Gibran had long been waiting for him.

"Well?" kafka asked, making the man open his eyes slowly and look at the younger brother who had just arrived. Gibran then lifted his body.

"Where are you from?"

Kafka did not reply, pressed the password of the apartment door and entered, Gibran followed him from behind.

"Gue it's big, you don't cape ngawasin me continue?" kafka protested, then slammed his body into the sofa and closed his eyes. Enough to make Gibran sigh deeply to see the behavior of the boy.

"Have you been to a nightclub lately?" gibran asked, Kafka opened his eyes. The man's eyes looked irritated, Kafka looked uneasy because his brother knew what he was doing, and he felt arrogant because Gibran kept watching him.

"If you want to quit school and be a bum out there. Don't waste your time at school." Gibran circus.

It managed to make Kafka snort violently. Of course he was upset by what Gibran said, he said he was an adult and Gibran did not need to constantly watch him.

"When, anyway, I can be free of radar loe. Loe no cape has to take care of the company and still ngawasin me?"

"That's because Mas is responsible for your future."

"Loe doesn't have to bother taking care of me, I can take care of myself."

"Urusin, you're your girlfriend!" Kafka spoke in a soft voice but Gibran seemed to ignore even hearing that.

"Gue doesn't like to be restrained, Mas!" Kafka raised his voice.

"Mas is not your bridle Kafka. If you are an adult, you will know what is good or not for you to walk."

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

"Gue didn't ask!"

Gibran was silent, the man seemed to be desperately holding back his emotions. He knows how to deal with a labile teenager like Kafka. He realized that he did not need to be too hard on his sister. Initially Gibran let the boy not go home and live in the apartment.

But when Kafka continued to visit the club and came home late at night, Gibran clearly felt he could not let it continue. He did not believe enough that the man was able to take care of himself.

"Loe's worries are unfounded!" kafka said again as he rose from his position.

"Is this rebellion?" gibran asked, while Kafka nailed to his place.

"Rebellion from what?" Kafka asked back.

"Can't you accept that Mas is with Yashinta?"

"Gue told you Yashinta I threw it away, you're free to take."

"But you threw him out?" sidelines Gibran quickly, this time Kafka sculpted, he just blinked in place. Long enough to make Gibran exhale.

"You yourself released Yashinta and hurt him. I'm just trying to heal the wound in Yashinta's heart because Mas fell in love with her."

"Mas didn't call him, but you gave him to Mas, Kafka" at Gibran's length.

Kafka smirk, "loe sure you're really in love with Yashinta?" ask Kafka. It was enough to make Gibran wonder and just cringe at his place hearing Kafka's question.

"Because I met with Ms Kanza, you're sure the same child she's not a loe child?"

"Five years ago you were on vacation in Tokyo. Are you sure nothing happened to you?"

"Never talk about Kanza in front of Mas, Kafka!" Gibran did not accept. Kafka just screeched, then walked up the stairs and went into his room. Gibran had heard the sound of the door being slammed so hard before he decided to get out of the apartment and go home before the anger he was trying to control overflowed.

Gibran immediately entered the warehouse in his apartment as soon as he arrived at the apartment. He opened a drawer with a photo album and took it out.

Some time later, the man who was still wearing his office stellan was just staring at the fire that devoured the photo album that had been kept neatly for more than five years.

Kanza is a wound to him, but Gibran is at peace with himself and the memories they go through. That's why he wasn't at all surprised at his meeting with Kanza after five years.

That's how life gives him surprises.

The man grabbed his phone, he dialed Yashinta's number but for a while just peeked at the girl's contact when he realized that the time had shown at one in the morning.

He was sure Yashinta was asleep. Gibran looked at his photo album with photos of Kanza and Gibran while still dating. A glimpse of Reikansa's face crossed her head. The man shook his head, especially as he recalled what Kafka had said.

"Because I met with Ms Kanza, you're sure the same child she's not a loe child?"

"Five years ago you were on vacation in Tokyo. Are you sure nothing happened to you?"

TB