Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

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"Yas—"

"Kafka's."

"Why are you here?" the girl slowly approached Kafka. Kafka saw the plaster on the girl's temple, he was worried, did it happen because of him?

"Why do you want to do something?" the girl's question made her aware. Kafka blinked and looked at Yashinta, again.

"Gue—"

"Gue, mau—"

"You want what, Kafka?"

"Loe's not mad at me?" finally such a question comes out of the mouth of a Kafka.

Yashinta fell silent, why should Kafka discuss this?

"Yes,"

"Kalo the arrival of Kafka just want to discuss it mending not need, Kafka. Yas was lost, Kafka was taking a break at home." the girl said softly. It hurts to remember what happened a few hours ago.

"Gue's sorry, Yas. Sorry,"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Kafka. Kafka just calm down,"

Kafka was silent, looking at the girl before him who was smiling faintly at him. Kafka obviously knew Yashinta was disappointed, and it was because of his outrageous mistake treating the girl.

But how could Yashinta still be willing to treat her well?

"Loe's not angry?" Kafka asked once more.

Yashinta shook her head in confidence.

"Yas can never be angry with Kafka."

"Why?"

"Because of Yas, dear Kafka. Yas doesn't want Kafka's pain."

"Yas does not want Kafka to think that Yas is angry" he said sincerely.

"Loe's too good for me, Yas."

"Because Yas is sincere, Kafka."

Kafka smiled blandly. Does he want to hurt this girl? But what do you want to say, they break even with Yashinta who always cheats his life. That's how a Kafka maintains his ego.

"Tupperware download!" Kafka thrust out the item that made him have to roll with the trash.

"Thank you!" the girl looks ordinary while receiving tupperware from Kafka. He did not want Kafka to assume if he was excessive.

"Yes," call Kafka after a while.

"Why, Kafka?"

"If I had gotten rid of loe, you wouldn't be angry?"

"Why did Kafka ask that?"

"Why break up Yas?" suddenly Yashinta felt emotional.

"No!"

"Keep what?"

"Just ask me a question!"

Yashinta bit her lower lip. Doubtful his eyes looked at Kafka who just kept staring at him with an unreadable look.

"Maybe Yas won't be angry, just disappointed. But Yas won't break up, Kafka."

"Don't break up Yas, yeah."

"Kafka," he was about to grab Kafka's hand. But he paused because he remembered the girlfriend who smelled of garbage. Yashinta doesn't want to take a shower at night because of Kafka.

"Don't break up, Yas. Yas promised, after this will not interfere any more with Kafka's business."

"Well, Kafka. Yas please,"

The girl's face looked anxious. Kafka was still with the same expression, but he slowly nodded his head.

"Kafka's home, yeah. Shower," tell the girl then.

Kafka frowned at the girl's subtle exorcism, she cleared her throat because she felt she was not worth a visit.

"Loe—"

"Not that, but— Yas stuffy, Kafka stinks!" the girl gave an uneasy expression after long holding him back.

"Jude, I'm back!"

"Be careful!" Yashinta waved as Kafka walked off the porch.

Kafka. Yashinta just stared at his departure with a smile. Kafkanya who is indifferent, struggling to come to his home after finding his tupperware. How could Yashinta not love him?

Kafka's ten wrongs will be wiped out with just one good. For Yashinta, Kafka never really hurt her. The young man was just a khilaf, and Yashinta cursed him.

"Yes, dear Kafka."

Just as Yas was about to smell his tupperware, he frowned as the smell struck his nose. Hurry he went inside to wash the tupperware immediately and later hugged it.

**

But because of his sympathy, he was determined because he felt he was in the same position as Yashinta. Both lost their loved ones and were given valuable goods by their loved ones.

When Kafka walked through the living room. A man in his pajamas seemed to cover his nose with an astonished expression. He who was originally busy struggling with a laptop is now starting to circulate his gaze around.

And he found the face of the younger brother in a little dirty clothes. Gibran rose, convinced that the source of the smell came from Kafka's body.

Kafka who felt noticed then stopped his steps. "Why?" cynically, do not accept the expression shown by the brother.

"Tumben Loe's at home."

Gibran did not comment on the insinuations of his sister. He walked closer to Kafka with the neck of his pajamas that he lifted to cover his nose.

"Where did you end up?"

"Main!"

"Main rubbish?"

"It stinks!"

Kafka just rolled his eyeballs, carelessly watching his brother and reluctant to make any comments.

"Mas, what's this smell, anyway?" Mother appeared from the direction of the kitchen, clamping her nose because of the smell carried by her youngest child. His forehead frowned to find Kafka's clothes that looked shabby and dirty.

"Well, what's up, you?"

"Fight out Bun. Kafka wanted to take a shower" he said, which then passed up the stairs to his room. Mother shook her head, while Gibran swiped his nose and chuckled cursing at his sister.

"Without fighting he said, what's fighting?" Mother shook her head not understanding the youngest child, sitting on the sofa followed by Gibran who again struggled with his work.

"How are you doing?" Mother turned to her firstborn. Gibran held on for a while then commented, "just as usual. Gibran's job every day is boring."

Mother smiled, touching Gibran's shoulder with tenderness. "You, you're the firstborn. In addition, you are also an adult, mmm maybe soon be married." Mother was half-tempting, making Gibran cluck not accept. He really does not like it when it comes to household matters.

"Must be strong, dad!" Mother smiled broadly encouraging her son.

"Gibran has never even known women to Mother."

"Yes. Lose to Kafka,"

"Kafka, it's playboy, Bund. Every month change girlfriends, Gibran's different."

The denial. Mother was silent, letting her son win. Gibran smiled, suddenly remembering the girl he met on the way home. Yashink.

What's the girl doing now?

**

Kafka walked slowly to the bed. He was wearing a black t-shrit with cotton shorts, sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his wet hair in a small towel.

I can still imagine how he struggles today. Fighting with trash for Yashinta. Kafka did not understand his feelings, his reasons for doing so.

Either because he appreciated Yashinta's valuables from his mother. Or, maybe there's another feeling in Kafka's heart for this four-month-old girl in her boyfriend?

"No way! Not possible!" Kafka shook his head, brushing that thought off his head. Obviously he will decide on the girl later.

Don't wanna get dizzy. Kafka chose to lay down the body. Covering his face with a pillow. To cast out the shadow of Yashinta in his eyes.

***

Today is a holiday, Yashinta plans to go to a bookstore. Buy some study material, and add to his novel collection.

The look on his face was cheerful, yesterday's incident was nothing to him. Just passed by without ruining his mood. Moreover, the weather is also very sunny. He took his cell phone from the sling bag he was wearing.

Tapping a message to the boyfriend.

To : Yashinta❤ Girlfriend

Kafka is awake?

Yas is going to the bookstore. Do you want nyusulin?

After pressing the send icon, Yashinta distracts her from the phone screen. He looked out the window, smiling at the people who were doing his holiday activities.

Usually, Yashinta would take Ranti to the bookstore, but her friend said she had affairs of state that could not be left behind. Just-there's.

Yashinta picked up a book of novels, choosing to sit in the chair available there, he would read to spend his free time.

Kafka also did not return messages from him. Making Yashinta secretly aware, if Kafka, is Kafka. He stays the same.

Long time Yashinta was there, half the novel was finished he read. Until someone he knew was walking into the bookstore distracts him. Yashinta got up, looked at the man until he got a seat. Null, the girl approached and sat down before him. Novel that can not be separated from his hand he made a shield so that Girban did not realize his presence.

Until suddenly a man from the back accidentally nudged the chair in Yashinta's seat, making Yashinta strangled in shock and dropped his book.

"Sorry Mommy, sorry. I didn't intentionally,"

"No papa, my mother."

And that event caught the attention of some people. Including Gibran who looked at Yashinta in surprise. The girl was unconscious, until after she picked up her book that had fallen off, the eyes of the two met.

Spontaneous Yashinta smiled clumsyly.

"Hay, Mas Gibran."

TB

Note: This story will be a little annoying because of Yashinta's innocence which always explains Kafka's rude actions. Please be informed guys, because Yashinta is just a plain girl who is drunk with romance.

Thor, make Kafka nyesel dong! Sans guys, this is just the beginning.

Thankyou