Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Waiting

Yashinta walked alone towards the cafeteria in the second break, he saw that Kafka was also in the cafeteria with his friends, one of whom had Saras there, but it was not a new sight for Yashinta, he has seen such things very often.

He just walked past Kafka and his friends who were laughing about something, whatever it was Yashinta did not know.

"Loe girl, Ka." comments one of Kafka's friends.

Kafka, who was stirring his food, raised his gaze as Yashinta passed by, ordered a meal and sat at one of the tables not far from him.

"Hat habit, loe, Ka. Your girl, tuh, scold cake or something. Don't be rich pretend you don't know that." the young man named Sean spoke up again. Kafka just turned his head, now Yashinta is not alone, he is with Deril, Chairman of OSIS Firgo High School.

"Gue first, yeah." Saras got up, then passed, while Kafka was still staring at Yashinta who was enjoying her meal while having a light chat with Deril.

"Loe's jealous, Ka?" asked Aris, another friend of Kafka who had been silent since.

Kafka shook his head, continuing his meal with a cocky feeling. Not because of jealousy, he did not feel jealous at all. It's just that, as a popular guy at school, Kafka feels unappreciated when his girlfriend is acting out. Like chatting with other guys for example, exactly like now.

"It's impossible if you don't have any feelings for Yas, he's a pretty boy. Any guy's gonna have a crush on him,"

Kafka only smiled obliquely at the rant that directly praised Yashinta.

"Including loe?"

This time Sean was silent, but he seemed so calm without the slightest surprise of Kafka's question.

"What if I say yes?"

Kafka's facial features seemed to change hearing Sean's unexpected response.

"Please, he even wants to be the same loe, who did not fall asleep!"

"Damn it!" Kafka hissed, while Sean only smiled obliquely at Kafka's drunkenness.

Kafka's gaze returned to Yashinta who occasionally smiled in front of Deril. Exactly, the sweet smile that the girl always showed her.

"You're beautiful with a smile,"

Yashinta shook her head lightly while smiling at the praise of the OSIS chairman before her.

"I mean Deril, Yas isn't that pretty?"

Deril laughs.

"You smile, it's beautiful many times over."

"Udah ah, Yas does not want to be praised that way."

Yashinta did not want to drag on with the insignificant chatter they discussed. Because Deril's coming to her for something important. Well, Yashinta just remembered it.

"Oh yes. Deril was gonna say what Yas was like?"

"Oh, that. I want you to join the theater, exkul,"

"Deril wasn't mistaken for Yas's nawarin to enter the exculp?" hernia.

It seems Yashinta does not need to tell Deril how she is not easily familiar and get along with many people. Crazy enough he was invited to exkul theater and mingle with people who are not familiar with it from various classes and forces.

"What's wrong, anyway, Yas. Who knows, that way you can be familiar with our age-old victories, younger siblings as well." Deril half persuaded.

Yashinta was silent, there was nothing wrong with what Deril said. Precisely what he said made sense if only Yashinta would accept his offer.

"Where?"

"Let's think again, yeah."

Deril remained silent for a while, then before long he nodded.

"Jude, if that's me first, yeah. I'm waiting for your answer,"

Yashinta simply nodded with a smile, while Deril had already disappeared before her, leaving her alone at the long table of the canteen.

Before returning to class, Yashinta first went to the toilet to justify her uniform and hair. Once out, he was quite surprised to see Kafka leaning against the wall next to the toilet door.

"Kafka, man,"

"Why look?" he asked with astonishment and surprise. It was nice to meet that young man.

Kafka who folded his arms around his chest lowered his hands, looking at Yashinta.

"Kafka if you look later stintitan loh, would you? No longer handsome dong,"

"Gue doesn't like you with Deril,"

"Huh?"

Yashinta gasped at it, not so clearly hearing what Kafka was saying.

"Gue doesn't like loe as much as Deril," Kafka repeated the sentence.

"When?" yashinta's forehead is wrinkled.

"Loe didn't want to? It was in the canteen!"

"Oh, Kafka see?" ask him innocently.

"Loe thinks I don't have eyes?"

"You have eyes why don't you ever want to beat Yas up if papasan?"

"Kafka rich blind man."

This time Kafka was silent, Yashinta just stared at him. The girl seemed to be breathing.

"Just a casual conversation, really." chose to give up as usual and tell the details.

"But I don't like it. This one High School knows my girlfriend,"

"Yes Kafka's food doesn't have to worry, Yas won't turn away!"

"Gue's ashamed that my girls are as insignificant as other guys!"

Yashinta. Don't ask, his heart was clearly hit by Kafka's response which struck his heart. He had no idea that Kafka would say such a thing to him. At first he thought that the man was jealous. But it wasn't.

"Price me as a loe guy!"

"Yes Kafka, sorry. Deril is just Yas's nawarin for exculpation!" she relented as if it had been ingrained with her since the beginning of her relationship with Kafka.

"Not to go for an excrement!"

"But Deril said, later so Yas can have a lot of friends."

"Gue said no, don't want to be horrified?"

The girl lowered her head, avoiding Kafka's deadly gaze.

"Yes Kafka, Yas won't be on the list."

Kafka nodded in satisfaction.

"Go back to class!"

Yashinta nodded, then stepped up. But just a step, he stopped, turned his body back on Kafka.

"What's wrong?"

"Loe's driver?"

"There, but Yas wants Kafka to pick him up."

Kafka shut up, then asked, "What time is it?"

"Five o'clock in the afternoon,"

Kafka nodded. "Later to pick me up,"

"Thank you, Kafka!"

Kafka only nodded faintly, until then Yashinta passed from before Kafka towards the classroom. After the girl's departure, Kafka simply leaned her back against the wall, then let out a heavy sigh. He forgot, if at half-five in the afternoon he had an appointment with Saras to take the girl to the bookstore.

**

As per his agreement with Kafka, Yashinta waited for the young man's invitation at a bus stop close to his tutoring spot. He waited for almost an hour, but Kafka did not come. Even his phone could not be reached.

Then-passing the vehicle is still a sight that Yashinta enjoyed all the while waiting for Kafka, he saw a watch on his tiny wrist, it was almost six in the afternoon, adzan magrib was already reverberating, he said, and Kafka still hasn't shown the trunk of his nose.

Yashinta just smiled wryly, should he realize, if he was not Kafka's priority, Kafka could have forgotten if he had a promise to pick him up.

Should Yashinta be aware, if he is the number to so after all Kafka's activities and affairs.

"Jas bego, hell." he cursed himself. Yashinta raised her gaze, her smile expanding as she saw a stranger approaching her.

"Loe what?"

"What's the change?" he asked his best friend back.

"Gue had finished writing the Dewi's chemistry book, the house is not far from here," Ranti said as she turned her gaze toward his appearance.

Yashinta nodded his head.

"Loe what, you should've been back an hour ago, right? Why's it still here, you've finished piano lessons, right?" asked Ranti, in a row and impatient.

"Wait for an invitation,"

Ranti exhaled in annoyance, then sat down beside Yashinta.

"Why would you sit down?"

"Nemenin loe, Iah. Loe thought I could calm down, leave you alone!"

Yashinta was silent, though in his heart he was very grateful to Ranti who was always there for him under any circumstances.

Although he knew, once Kafka came, there would definitely be a little commotion.

Kafka's? Will it come? Ranti doubted him as usual.

"Reverse aja yuu," asked Ranti after about twenty minutes she accompanied Yashinta waiting for Kafka, the girl had even risen and paced with an annoyed look.

"Kalo Kafka coming, how?"

"Kasian will come here, Yasnya no. Yas doesn't want to abuse Kafka,"

Ranti turned the ball, off guard.

"Gue pesenin taxi online, loe balik. Realize, Kafka won't come!"

"No need to trust Kafka too much. He's a playboy, a crocodile. I will also not calm you back with him, already malem. Loe forgot, same ex-girlfriend Kafka who had managed to sleep in his apartment?"

"Don't let you be the next victim!"

"Let's not say that,"

"The reality is that, isn't it!"

"The forgiveness is behind Ranti," Yashinta said softly. Ranti turned her body upside down, and it was true that Kafka was behind her, but she was not surprised or afraid in the least.

"Where was loe? What about loe's affair?" sambarnya without trepidation.

"Yashinta's been waiting for almost two hours, you intentionally?"

Ranti emotionally, she cursed Kafka with a fiery.

"Why not go home?" Kafka asked Yashinta, not willing to serve Ranti who was always sensitive to him.

"What, you want to kill Yas?"

"So much live loe, wrong not wrong must Yashinta wrong!"

Kafka exhaled from his lips, clearly seeing how he was holding back his emotions at the moment. Without saying anything, he pulled Yashinta's hand towards his car, Yashinta who was quite surprised was only able to say a short word to Ranti who looked emotional.

"Ranti, thank you. Yas pu—lang!"

"Basic bego!" Ranti cursed annoyed at the innocent girl who was too good.

Yashinta was already in the car with Kafka installing a seatbelt.

"Pake" he told Yashinta, Yashinta had a seatbelt on his body. The car drove, breaking the streets of the Capital City which was still crowded by vehicle traffic at night.

Yashinta turned to Kafka who was focused on driving, he was happy because Kafka had come to pick him up. It didn't matter that the man arrived late, due to the fact that Kafka kept the promise to come pick him up.

"How many times have I said, more than fifteen minutes I didn't come, which means I won't come. Why wait?" kafka's questions distract Yashinta's focus.

"Because Yas is confident, Kafka will come. Kafka's finally coming, right?"

Kafka turned his head for a while, Yashinta smiled sweetly, making a strange sigh in Kafka's heart that he often tepis appeared without excuse.

"Where are you out of?"

Kafka cleared his throat to neutralize his feelings and expression. "Gue overslept," he lied, but he had just delivered Saras. And he was forced not to wait for the girl because he had to pick up the girlfriend.

Kafka was quite sure that Yashinta would still wait for him to pick up, and sure enough, the girl remained sitting waiting, nor was she angry at him for coming too late, ah even Kafka was very late.

"Loe's not angry, am I late?" he was curious and asked to hear Yashinta's answer.

"Why should you be angry? Yas is immune. Kan Yas number to so after all Kafka's affairs," he said with a word that was so relaxed and soft, as if he did not want to make Kafka offended.

"If I hadn't picked you up, what would you do?"

"Home, then. Kafka, I'm going to stop!"

"Loe wouldn't be mad if I didn't come?"

"No!"

Kafka smiled bitterly at Yashinta's sincere reply. How can a normal girl seem immune to the indifference of her boyfriend. Or is Yashinta's affection for her really too big? Kafka doesn't understand.

Normally, Kafka's former ex-girlfriend would have been angry and asked to break up because of her attitude, but Yashinta was not, she was rare and different.

"Because Yas loves Kafka, Yas can't be angry, no matter how big Kafka's fault."

He smiled, and Kafka did not react. He was just trying to hold a strange beat in his heart.

TB

What, is there a grudge against Kafka, readers?