Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Why Should Kafka?

"Kafka's home."

Kafka exclaimed as he entered the house. Mother looks to be tidying the dining table assisted by their household assistants. Looks like dinner at his beloved house just finished. Kafka also saw his brother's car parked in the courtyard, meaning Gibran had gone home.

"You just got home. Let's eat," Mother bargained to see the emergence of Kafka who then experienced it.

"Udah Bun."

"You're out of the apartment?"

"Kafka from Yashinta's house." he said. Andri manages to hold Kafka to night and makes him end up eating dinner at the girlfriend's house.

"Everyday?" mother asked, looking at her youngest son. Kafka nodded.

"Yashinta how are you?"

"Good Bun."

"Take him to meet Mother, Mother miss once." the phrase Mother made Kafka silent for a moment, but before long he nodded.

"Later Kafka's business." Kafka.

"Kafka to the room." he continued as passed.

"Say Mother has a gift for her." Mother shouted a little when her son had already stepped away.

While in one of the rooms in the house, Gibran seemed to be struggling with a laptop and also some important company files. He wears reading glasses that make his face more handsome, especially when his eyebrows are linked so read the file.

Before long, the man saw the time on his phone. Time has shown at half-nine. His sister must have gone home. Gibran had promised to talk about what the boy was asking over the phone at home, but a while ago Kafka had not even come home.

The handsome man took off his reading glasses. Open the contact and see Yashinta's contact there. Until now, he had not contacted the girl to give her mobile number. Or ask Yashinta for help as the girl said while writing her number on Gibran's palm.

When they met at the bookstore the other day and the girl greeted him for being caught off guard. Gibran doesn't care. She's cute. Indifferent as if they did not know each other. Act as if the two had never met before.

Isn't that much better than having to engage further with that chatty girl?

Gibran came out of the study room in his room and walked out of the room and into Kafka's room.

"Yes." He called his sister with a single knock on the door but no word from Kafka's room. Making it pass from there and choosing to go down the stairs maybe Kafka is downstairs. But it turned out to be nil when he did not find anyone there.

Gibran decided to go to the kitchen to get some drinking water, he just happened to be thirsty. After one glass of water he managed to set alight, he intended to return to his room, but the side door that opened made him walk in that direction.

Gibran was about to close the door, but in the next second he sighed to find the Mother with a sketchbook in her hand. Gibran passed to his room first, he returned downstairs and walked towards the side door with a thick blanket in his hand.

Approaching the Mother and attach it to the shoulder of the woman he loves.

"Mother habit. Gibran has often said, not outside the night." he said, still hugging the Mother from behind, put his chin on the shoulders of Mother.

The mother who got the protest just smiled, absolutely no intention to respond to the protest from her son.

Gibran saw the Mother's sketchbook where a dress from the Mother's graffiti looks so beautiful there. "Beautiful." he praised.

"People who will wear this dress will definitely be very beautiful. Because this dress is Mother's design." continued the man. Mother smiled back.

"You really are, Mas. People who wear this Mother design dress will definitely be very beautiful."

"Mother can not wait for the dress to be so cepet." continued Mother. Gibran smiled, but did not respond.

"It's special for someone." said Mother again after a long time they just silence and let the sound of the night wind dominate.

"Well, now we go inside, yes, it's night." he asked Mother. Mother nodded, obeyed the orders of her eldest son and walked into the house with a blanket still wrapped in her body, while Gibran brought her sketchbook and pencil.

"Why Mas?" the young man asked as he looked at her.

"Mas wants to discuss something with you."

"Something what?" Kafka seemed to have no intention of chatting with Gibran at all, making Gibran look at him, lazy.

"What you asked me about this afternoon."

"Oh, that?"

"Yes, marger and acquisition issues, let's discuss them together."

Kafka was silent for a moment, recalling his ego that did not want to help Yasinta, moreover the girl kindly also forbade her father from doing so, it is unfortunate that Kafka will be very happy to see Mr.'s destruction. Rajas who has dared to touch Yashinta.

Gibran frowned at the sight of the younger brother who was just daydreaming, but before long Kafka just patted Gibran's chest with an annoying look. "No need, Mom. I already know." he said as he continued his steps down the stairs.

"You mean?" gibran asked, turning to look at the boy but Kafka flicked his hands into the air, making Gibran shake his head, the boy was never serious in any case.

***

As predicted, today children all over Firgo High School are busy discussing the news of Mr. Rajas being fired from school. One by one the facts are revealed when the children reveal the bad things that often the man did.

Like daring to touch the thighs of schoolgirls, invite dinner and even dating. It strongly does not reflect the ethics of a teacher in the school environment. Maybe that's why he got kicked out. At least that's what happens to every Firgo High School student.

Yasinta may feel happy because the thing he feared did not happen, none of them discuss him for sacking Mr. Rajas from school. Though Yashinta has been very uncomfortable if his name is mentioned by children and create another furore.

"Hey!"

The girl was jumped when Ranti suddenly just patted her on the shoulder and sat down beside her. "Ranti, just ngagetin!" his protest was on the friend, while Ranti only smiled "Sorry." she raised two fingers of the symbol of peace.

"Loe knows, doesn't he Mr. Rajas fired?" Ranti switched topics. From the gate to the class. The children talked about the dismissal of the English teacher. "Udah." Yashinta answered a little nervously. Of course, it makes Ranti wonder.

He looked at his best friend full of search. "Ke–why Ranti?" Yashinta shies away from the girl hangs advancing her face.

"Loe knows something?" guess Ranti, Yasinta immediately shook his head quickly. "Not Ranti, Yas did not know that for example Mr. Rajas was out, meaning Yas did not know what the reason was." the girl increasingly looks suspicious in Ranti's eyes.

"The Oath of Ranti." Yashinta added with a tense look.

Ranti leaned her back, she folded her hands on her chest with her eyes closed. "Judah, if you don't want a story!" as if he already knew that if Yasinta hid something from him, Ranti's reaction made Yasinta feel bad, he looked at Ranti thoughtfully.

After how many moments, Yasinta sighed. "Yes, yeah, yeah. Yas story." the post, suddenly made Ranti straighten up sitting, her eyes sparkling to get the hottest gossip from Yasinta, it seems only Yashinta knows about it. Considering he is the son of the foundation owner. Her father must have told her the reason why one of the teachers at the school was fired so suddenly.

"WHAT?" it was Ranti's first reaction when Yasinta recounted what happened yesterday. Ranti's face look regretful as yesterday did not accompany Yashinta to the teacher's room. He knew the girl was with Mr. Rajas is obviously dangerous.

"Sorry, yes, I should have taken you to the teacher's room, should not believe that same Mr. Rajas." he regretted, rubbing the back of Yashinta's hand repeatedly.

"Udahlah Ranti, Ranti does not need to blame herself Ranti. Besides, Ranti's got business too."

"Yashinta isn't papa, either. Mr. Her king has also been expelled from our school" Yasinta pacified. But still, Ranti felt uneasy. If only Mr. Rajas is in front of him, maybe Ranti has taught that handsome face. He doesn't care.

While the next part, Ranti does not know what to feel happy or how to hear from her best friend if Kafka saves Yashinta.

He's glad his best friend survived a bastard like Mr. Rajas, but why does that man have to be Kafka?

Why did Kafka save Yashinta?

As if, Ranti was afraid of the heroic actions of Kafka making Yashinta more bebel with his unfair treatment. Because Yashinta must feel indebted to Kafka.

TB