Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Melts?

Kafka was of course very surprised as he looked through the glass window of the teacher's room and saw Yashinta actually being inside with Mr. Crows.

With a plume of anger at the sight of Mr's hand. Rajas was at the waist of the girlfriend, the man immediately opened the door.

But Kafka really did not expect that Mr. Rajas will be very intent on doing this when he finds the office door locked, of course Kafka has no choice but to break the door even though he might be sanctioned for damaging the teacher's office door.

Kafka was unsuccessful at the first break, leaving him frustrated with the heart of worrying about Yashinta. The girl must be in a panic and fear right now.

"Kafka Mas, what's Kafka doing?" Pak Satpam appeared out of nowhere, following two students who seemed to be warming up for futsal excrement by running around the school building.

"Sir, can you help me break down the door." Kafka asked.

"Mas Negapain?" Mr. Satpam looked surprised.

Kafka did not reply and again broke down the door, seeing the action of Mr. Satpam finally saw the situation inside the teacher's office and he was so surprised when he found there Yashinta in there with Mr. Crows.

"Come, help Kafka!" his instructions were on the two students who were still standing there at the sight of the commotion Kafka created.

As soon as the door opened, Kafka half-runningly pulled Yashinta and paralyzed Mr. Rajas with a sudden attack, the young man landed a kick in the teacher's stomach until it made Mr. Rajas was lying on the floor without being able to put up a fight.

Not quite there, Kafka approached Mr. Rajas, pulling the collar off his shirt and landing a punch on his face repeatedly, might be the face of the handsome teacher would have been completely destroyed had Satpam and the two schoolgirls who helped Kafka break the door not broken Kafka.

"Loe's gonna suck 'cause I touched Yashinta!" threaten Kafka with a lighted look. Mr. Rajas could not wart, only able to wipe the blood on the tip of his lips with the back of his hand due to the actions of Kafka.

Kafka turned to Yashinta who was just staring down, he immediately grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her out of there. Leaving Mr. Rajas the fat.

"Okay, how is this." decak Pak Satpam with a waist rack. Because, this is not the first time the security guard saw Mr. Rajas teasing the students, the peak is Yashinta. Hopefully Mr. Rajas is deterred and expelled from school after this.

****

Kafka looked at Yashinta who was already sitting in the seat beside the wheel. He looked at the girl. Kafka looked at the back seat where his alma mater, which he rarely wore, was there. Kafka.

"From now on, you don't have to go to the teacher's office alone!"

"Usually Yas was escorted by Ranti, but Ranti was in a hurry. Yas was also forced to go there by himself." the girl replied in a nearly crying tone, while her gaze was still lowered.

"I said the same thing I saw my eyes. I'm not here below!" Kafka.

"No!" refuse without fear.

Kafka just sighed again and did not want to force this time. "Loe change uniforms, huh. Don't make that one, can't loosen up a little bit what?" the young man folded his hands on his chest.

"Other kids are also rich in Kafka's gini."

"Yas' uniforms aren't very tight. He is the one who cannot keep his eyes!" Yashinta was reluctant to even mention Mr. Crows.

Kafka sighed, draped his alma mater over Yashinta's body and leaned his back behind him. He did not turn on the car engine before Yashinta calmed down and preferred to close his eyes.

"Why are you angry with Yas?" the girl asked her boyfriend, this time looking at Kafka.

"We're not the same, Yas. Though Yas victim, Yas was scared in the dalem, afraid of being whipped. Yas's phone also missed in class. Yas can't connect with Kafka. Yas was afraid that Kafka did not nolongin Yas." the girl tried hard to hold back her tears.

"In fact I came to do some lelamingin loe, didn't I?"

"But Kafka was late, he had touched Yas's waist" this time Yashinta could no longer pretend to be strong in Kafka's presence. He cried considering how frightening the situation in the teacher's room was.

Kafka opened his eyes, his first folded hand on his chest he lowered. He looked at the crying Yashinta and held back his stuffing. "Which other part did he touch?" kafka asked, apparently not accepting what Yashinta said. Even he saw that fact and until this moment still did not accept the sassness of Mr. Rajas to his girlfriend.

Yashinta did not say, she only cried until Kafka gently grabbed her hand. Then pulled Yashinta in his arms. Draining calm for the heart of Yashinta who felt uncomfortable, afraid and trepidation.

Kafka takes all the worries away.

"Sorry I'm late."

"Sorry I'm always late."

"I'm sorry."

***

Kafka drove Yashinta home, along the way, the girl was silent. Kafka let it go because Yashinta definitely needs to calm down. Anyway, this incident was no trivial matter. Kafka hope, Mr. Rajas gets the right reward for what he did.

Kafka was furious given how scared Yashinta was in the teacher's room. Her innocent girl.

He looked at the girl who was staring out the window. Kafka smiled bitterly, maybe if he had just finished school waiting for the girl in front of his class, then something like this would not have happened.

"Yes. I stopped by."

"But Yas wants to take a nap, won't papa?"

"No papa, I'll be back when you're back from the office." said Kafka who got the nod from Yashinta. Usually, the girl would be very enthusiastic if Kafka, stopped by, but this time Yashinta looks ordinary.

Kafka just followed Yashinta's steps into the house. Until a housekeeper approached them.

"Non Yas, it's home" she said, Yashinta just smiled in response. Making Mbak Lala look clumsy, usually cheerful Yashinta outweighs him, but this time not.

"So Mr. Call, nanyain Non Yas has gone home or not." he said again, ignoring the change in attitude of his employer's son.

"Oh, no papa Ma'am. Let Yas call Papa later."

"Oh, oh, no."

"This same thing, Ma'am, please bring lunch to Yas's room later."

"Ready Non." Lala's mother passed, she also briefly smiled with a faint nod at Kafka before actually stepping her feet towards the kitchen to ask for Yashinta's food on Bi Rasti.

"Why would you eat here or go to Yas's room?" ask the girl who is silent.

"To your room." Kafka said he walked up the stairs to Yashinta's room with the girl.

The pink-dominated room is not the first time Kafka has visited. This is the second time he has entered Yashinta's room after dating the girl. Even if the color of Yashinta's room makes her have an eye pain, but there is much better than downstairs without the girl.

"Yas told Papa he wanted his room decor replaced."

"Why?" asked Kafka who was watching the girl's room that looked so neat. He grabbed a picture frame at Yashinta's study desk where the photo was of the two of them on vacation at the top four months ago when the two were dating.

"Yas is bosen. Change the color."

Kafka looked over at the tone of the girl's speech. Kafka smiled, it seemed that his Yashintanya had returned and he felt calm. It was very uncomfortable to watch Yashinta look glum and just be silent like a mute person.

"What color do you like?"

Kafka frowned, the girl turned her head as Kafka did not answer her question. "His paint will change the same color as his favorite Kafka."

"Black." the man replied spontaneously.

"Black skirt?"

"Gue likes black, you love pink."

Yashinta clucked and no longer wanted to continue the topic. It would be very scary if the room is decorated in black. Yashinta will think about that again later.

"Why not take a shower?" yashinta asked as she took off Kafka's alma mater that was draped over her body.

"Loe sure nawarin I took a shower here?" kafka asked with his eyebrows linked.

"Keep Kafka. Also, if we marry Kafka, we will take a bath here." said the girl lightly. Kafka clucked, flicked the girl's forehead slowly and made Yashinta grimace in pain.

"It's still small, don't talk about marriage!" spray Kafka.

"Who would want to marry you!"

"Who said Yas was a child, Yas was already big." ignored the second sentence Kafka said.

"What's so big?" kafka asked, ambiguous.

Yashinta's mouth forms the letter O with an unreadable gaze pointing at Kafka. "What a pervert!" the girl crossed her arms in front of her chest, making Kafka laugh. "Gue's not a pervert, you're just a whim!" sahut Kafka as he passed to the balcony room.

"Kafka's."

"Hmm?" Kafka. Yashinta had already lowered her cross.

"Thank you, yeah, because today you've already nolongin Yas."

"Jas dear to Kafka." the girl smiled sweetly afterwards, making Kafka smile thinly. Then nodded his head even though faintly seen Yashinta.

TB

Has the iceberg melted? I don't know, it shouldn't be that easy.