Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Self-Esteem of a Man

"The new guy is dating Yashinta and you took him to the top with your friends, you think I don't know everything?"

"Loe cuekin Yashinta, while he buys you, from the gasoline until he eats he pays! Is that how you treat Yashinta?"

"What harm? Yashinta's money won't come because of it."

"Yes. But loe's self-esteem as her boyfriend abis in front of loe's own chick!"

Kafka clenched his hands perfectly, his face looking already unable to contain the anger. If only Ranti was not a woman, perhaps a raw bogem had landed on her face several times.

"Kafka," this time Yashinta reached into Kafka's hand, trying to assuage the girlfriend's anger. The young man's eyes that were already reddened slowly led to Yashinta.

"Don't be angry with Ranti. Ranti was just worried about Yas,"

"There's no intention of saying Kafka,"

Ranti turned her gaze the other way, she really did not like Yashinta to remain kind to Kafka while the young man had gone too far to hurt her.

"Here, sir."

The attention of the three was distracted by the Headmaster who came along with papa Yashinta. Pak Ajil, the gym teacher followed behind him with a worried look as well as feeling guilty towards Yashinta.

Simultaneously, Kafka's fist slowly slipped off, the young man adjusted his breathing with great difficulty to look calm. While his anger still culminated with a sense of annoyance in the chest.

Andri who saw the pale face of her daughter immediately approached Yashinta, making her hand grip on Kafka slip apart. Slowly the aura in the health room was much better than some time before. Kafka had also suppressed his anger.

"Aren't you papa, honey?" Andri is worried, hugs Yashinta for a while and makes sure that her daughter is okay.

"Sorry Mr. Andri, we are not able to take good care of Yashinta." Mr. Barnas, who was none other than Principal of Firgo High School looked regretful. Makes Yashinta feel bad for having to involve the father only for small matters.

"It's okay, sir." Disobeying Mr. Barnas, then turn to Andri to convince the papa. "It's okay, Dad."

Andri smiled, rubbed his daughter's hair and turned to Mr. Barnas. "Yashinta is okay."

Mr. Barnas nodded in relief.

"I'm sorry Mr. Andri, I don't know if it's going to happen like this." Pak Ajil said regretfully.

"It's okay, sir. You are just doing your duty as a teacher."

I knew Yashinta was okay. Mr. Barnas follows Mr. Ajil excuse me to come out. So did Ranti, she could not stand the lingering Kafka there.

"Yes, I go first, yeah. Om Andri, I go first," he said, ignoring Kafka who was still there.

"Yes Ranti, you go on!"

"Ready Om."

Ranti passed, before she had time to turn to Kafka who was indifferent just where she stood.

"Are you sure it's okay, honey?" andri made sure.

"It's okay. Papa why come here all, anyway?" Yashinta looks upset. "Papa's worried, honey."

"Jas just fainted doang. Not good for Yas see. Yas shy, other children must think Yas spoiled, later what if the children know Yas his son the owner of the school foundation."

"Yas doesn't want to." the girl sulks, Kafka doesn't think about hearing it while Andri laughs.

"Yes, just let them. For sure, Papa is calm if you're okay with it."

Yashinta nodded with a fluffy smile. He knew Andri loved him very much, and it was natural that Andri's attitude was always a little excessive.

"Sorry Om, I can't take good care of Yashinta." Kafka just opened his voice, Andri turned his head and smiled at his future daughter-in-law.

"You're not Yashinta's bodyguard who's always there 24 hours next to Yashinta." Andri understood, Kafka was only able to smile with an unpleasant look.

**

The three-man step along the school corridor became the center of attention of the students all over Firgo who were interested and amazed to see the scene, especially the Headmaster and some teachers also followed.

Where the owner of the Firgo High School foundation, walking flanked by his single daughter and also his future son-in-law. Some of them captured it through cell phone cameras.

"So Mr Andri is Yashinta's Papa?"

"That means Yashinta son of the owner of the dong foundation? Crazy one!"

"Pantesan, I've seen them walk in the mall. I guess I just saw it wrong."

"Well, Yashinta's great all this time about the secret of her identity."

"Pantesan every morning in the driver's car will change."

"Yashinta tajir twisted like that?"

"According to the gossip of the children of his class, anyway, yes."

"Kafka's message is the same as Yashinta's. It turns out that Yashinta is a shit, yeah."

"The rich always want more!"

Aris and Sean, who were on the second floor, only looked down at the ground floor where the three people who were the center of attention were walking towards the parking lot with occasional conversations.

"Oohh, daebak!" Aris clucked to see the students lined up along the second-floor parapet only to see Kafka, Yashinta and his papa.

"Gue doesn't understand Kafka's life as lucky."

"His servants were scattered and glow up all, now dating Yashinta who is the son of a rich man, the owner of the foundation anyway."

"And again, always stick with Saras if in class. How unlucky to try," Aris blabbed, Sean beside him just folded his hands on his chest, thinking of Aris's ravings as just a wind past.

Saras who had just left the classroom frowned at the students who were lined up to see what was happening. He also stepped up, shifted Aris and looked downstairs. Instantly his head nodded several times looking at the thing that was the center of attention.

"Are you sure you don't want to go home? Let it be delivered with Kafka, "Andri is not sure about the situation of Yashinta. Afraid that her son will fall unconscious again.

"It's okay."

Andri sighed, Dewa–scretaris Andri opened the car door after asking about Yashinta's condition and again the girl said the same thing.

"Kafka, Om tipped Yashinta, yeah."

"Yes, Om."

"Om Andri," a voice from behind Andri made the man turn his head, finding Deril there who had just returned from the outside. Such is the Chairman of OSIS who occasionally out of school for some business.

"Oh, Deril." The middle-aged man snuck into his car.

Deril shouts Andri, while Kafka frowns, he just finds out that Deril knows papa Yashinta, even they look familiar.

After a bit of small talk with Deril, Andri was really pleased to return to the company, leaving the three people who saw his departure.

Deril initially wanted to ask about Yashinta's situation. However, Kafka's haughty gaze standing beside the girl undoes her intentions.

He excuses her with a smile that Yashinta replies with. Kafka saw Deril's departure, after the young man had completely drifted away, Kafka turned to Yashinta. The girl's face looked fresher now.

"Deril knows bokap loe?" her question made the girl turn her head and immediately nod. "Deril once brought Yas home, kept seeing Papa."

"When?"

"What's Kafka?" Yashinta asked, innocently.

"When did Deril nganterin loe come home?"

"Often!"

Kakfa sighed, looking dislike. Makes Yashinta feel confused in her place.

"How many times?"

"Often, never Yas itung."

"Where am I going, anyway, until you have to go back with him?" kafka frustrated as if all this time he cared deeply about Yashinta.

This time it was Yashinta's turn to sigh, tucking her hair behind her ears as she looked at Kafka with a resigned look.

"At that time we haven't been dating, anyways if it's not wrong after Kafka's courtship with Verna, a Social class child, continues to break up with Verna Kafka dating Rossy, our younger classmate."

"But, Kafka fuckboy is really, really!"

"Well, could Yas ask for antherin to come home with Kafka?" his cerocos that made Kafka's gaze turn flat.

While Yashinta smiled, before long Kafka also smiled, his hands moved to shake the top of Yashinta's head. The girl raised her gaze, looking at Kafka who was very much taller than her

How not, Kafka has a height of almost 1.90 cm. Unlike her who only has a height of 1.60 cm. In short, Yashinta is only as bad as Kafka.

"Sorry, yeah?"

Yashinta lowered her gaze. With his feet that formed an abstract pattern down there. "Kafka always apologizes and repeats, Kafka is always rich" he said slowly but still able to be caught Kafka's sense of hearing.

Kafka resigned, until Yashinta reunited their eyes. "On Ranti .., Yas ngadu, Kafka. Yas also did not know how Ranti could know it all." he regretted with a guilty look at Kafka.

Yashinta understood how Kafka felt hearing Ranti's nag in the infirmary. Kafka must be feeling hurt and ashamed of Yashinta. His pride must have been hurt by then.

"No papa, not any of you, we're going to the cafeteria. I'm buying you to eat." Kafka grabbed the girl's hand.

"Kafka got the money?"

"There's."

"That brings money." The girl's lips pursed.

"So minjem!"

TB