Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

It's hard to understand

Yashinta just stared at the screen of his phone after his call with Gibran was interrupted. He stared at the photo of Kafka who was looking back at the sunrise. Yashinta himself took the photo when they were on vacation to the top when he and Kafka were just dating.

The girl's eyes turned to look at the Gibran hat she put on the dresser as she was going to the bathroom a while ago.

The girl's gaze was sidetracked to the phone in her grasp as the flat object rang. Id Girlfriend Yashinta adorned the phone screen, making the girl smile. But it did not last long as he remembered what he had seen this afternoon in the cinema hall.

About, Kafka where else after watching with Saras? The question continued to haunt Yashinta's mind as soon as she arrived home.

The ringing tone of the call ended, but before long the girl's phone came back ringing. Yashinta immediately presses the send icon before Kafka goes berserk and starts a third world war on her later.

"Where are you going, anyway?" it was Kafka's first question as soon as Yashinta stuck the flat object to her ear after sliding the green icon.

"There, Kafka." the girl replied in her usual gentle tone.

"How long did you pick up the phone? It was also a busy loe number, who's the same call?"

Yashinta sighed before saying, "there is Kafka. Yas washed his face. That was the same call from Yas's acquaintance."

"Which loe introduction?" Kafka.

"If Kafka called Yas just wanted to get angry when Yas hung up, yeah."

"Mending Kafka break, cape must have run out the streets with Saras." he said, could not stand it.

"Loe quipped me?" the ones there don't accept.

"If Kafka felt jaudah." Kafka had already scolded him, so it would not be a big deal if Yashinta discussed this now.

"Loe why, anyway? Loe's coming to the moon?"

"No, Yas only a week ago came a month." the girl replied according to the facts. He fell silent afterwards and Kafka was also silent at the other end.

"Gue wants her." Kafka's voice came back.

"What do you want, Kafka?"

"Where did you go this afternoon?" asked Kafka who made Yashinta silent for a while, he recalled what happened at the cinema this afternoon. Most likely, Kafka did see it, perhaps that was the reason Kafka asked him this in order to ascertain what he saw.

"Yas is," the lie after consideration.

"This day Yas is at home. What's up, Kafka?"

"Oh, there's nothing. It's just that, good for that."

"Yes Kafka."

Silence happened again, until then Yashinta opened his voice. "Why what is the Saras event?" the girl asked, sounding like she was provoking emotions but she did want to hear directly from Kafka.

"What do you mean, anyway?"

"Loe still thinks that I've been with Saras all day?"

"Gue is not the same as Saras. I'm the same Hafi, at his Alley Youth headquarters." the lie that young man actually made Yashinta grumble.

Why is Kafka lying?

"Why is Kafka lying, Yas?"

"Why isn't Kafka usually rich?"

"Why Kafka? Kafka's afraid Yas's hurt?"

"Yas no papa kafka. Yas, it's normal."

The girl let out a sigh, the fact that all those emotions were stuck in her chest, she couldn't let them out.

"Yaudah, I'll hang up if that's it." Kafka spoke again.

"Hmm." call disconnected.

Yashinta put a cell phone on her chest. He closed his eyes. It would be exhausting if he didn't love Kafka.

***

Mother who was then continuing the design of the picture turned her head as soon as Gibran put his chin on his shoulder. He smiled welcoming his son who was going to work.

"Good morning Mother."

"Boyle's Morning."

Gibran saw the picture of the mother. Apparently he still continues the dress that a few days ago was designed for people he said special.

"Mas, you think. Which color is suitable for this dress what color, well?" Mother asked her son's opinion. Gibran looked at the design of the mother's hand in the form of a beautiful dress, he seemed to think. "Where is the color of fuscia?"

Mother seemed to consider. "He's gonna like it, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"If so, how old is he? We're the same color as he's the same age."

"Mm" Mother seemed to think. Then he remembered his youngest son. "A Kafka's age."

"That's about eighteen years." guess Gibran. Mother nodded. Make Gibran again see the sketch of the Mother. "Then, the color of bubblegum will match. The child of that age tends to like bright colors." he suggested, making Mother nod her head, agreeing with Gibran's proposal.

"Mother stay the cloth message later." said Mommy while closing her sketchbook. Gibran just smiled watching. Then grab the hand of Mother. "The next few days Gibran did not return home." he said, telling the Mother.

"Why? Do you want to live in an apartment again?"

Gibran. "Suddenly so. What to do, anyway, Mas. It's good to live here with Mommy." Mother objected to the wishes of the son.

"Kan let Bun take his girlfriend to the apartment." Kafka who emerged from the stairs just grabbed. Mother frowned, looking at Kafka full of question marks.

"Mas Gibran now has Bun's girlfriend." Gibran just clucked at the babbling of his sister.

"Don't beat Kafka, Mother." she said, while Kafka laughed. He chose to greet the Mother to immediately go to school. Not forgetting he also landed a kiss on his round cheek, then turned to greet Gibran with a casual look at his brother.

"His father told Mas Gibran to marry him, Bun. Let Mommy have something!" the young man was pumping. Gibran clucked, "already, go!"

"Munda–"

"Mas hold your credit cards, yeah." Gibran believes the threat will work on Kafka. Evidently if the young man raised both hands into the air the sign of surrender, then passed towards the exit.

After the young man's departure. Stay only Mother with Gibran back both in the main room of the house.

"Your work is more, eat it you want to live in the apartment first?" ask Mommy. His eyes seemed to understand the choice of his eldest son.

"Yes." Yeah."

Mother sighs at the short answer, she rubs Gibran's arm and nods her head. "Jaudah if that is it. But come here often." the message immediately got a nod of the head from Gibran.

***

The car carrying Yashinta stopped in front of the school gate as usual. He got off when the driver opened the door. Yashinta's footsteps entering the gate came to a halt as Kafka's car entered the gate, leaving her to make her way among the children walking her way. The young man looked alone in his car–not with Saras.

"Yashinta." the girl turned her attention away from Kafka's car and saw Ranti half-run up to him. "Walking?" tanyanya, walked with Ranti who was holding her arm and dragging her away.

"Naik angkot's. I almost had bad luck." The girl's breath sounded messy.

"Malem's office too, huh?" asked Yashinta with a soft look. Ranti looked at the girl and smiled with a carefree look.

"Ranti, don't dong. Ranti, 'will also have to rest, '" he said worriedly.

"Gue's getting enough rest, Yas. Besides, I'll have to work hard." the girl replied with a smile.

"Yes how many times, anyway, nawarin same Ranti so that Ranti does not need work. Later if Ranti has graduated the new school can, for now Ranti enough to have Yas aja–"

"No!" Ranti interrupted quickly.

"Loe helped me too much, Yashinta. I don't want to depend on you." she refused without thinking.

"Gue is not good, if only you do not have a school, I might not be able to go to school. Especially in the elite school rich gini."

"Ih. Ranti said it, that, anyway. Yas doesn't like it, ah." Yashinta pursed her lips.

"Just whatever, I don't want to be too fond of loe Om Andri. You guys are too good with my family." said Ranti, can not be denied.

Yashinta was silent for a while, but then she spoke again. "Lagian Ranti, Ranti's father is working. Why does Ranti have to work too, anyway?"

"Help, Yas. You know, I think I have two kids. Let my bokap enough costin nyokap same adek I just. I take care of myself." said Ranti lightly. He took Yashinta and took the girl half-run to class when both were in the hallway.

"Replace, don't gini dong– later Yas fell."

That's what a Ranti is like. She was not as lucky as Yashinta who was born to a rich family. Instead God gave him a firm shoulder to fend for himself over a cruel world.

Andri, papa Yashinta freed her from the school monthly money so that Ranti did not have to think about it. In addition to Ranti is from an unable family, she also has the privilege because she is a friend of Yashinta.

The majority of Firgo High School students are children from the upper class. But even though Ranti never felt inferior to them. His intention in school was to learn. The rest, is to become Yashinta's friend.

If Ranti is asked why she is friends with Yashinta whether because the girl is rich and often helps her family or not, then Ranti will not be evasive about it. But the rest, he sincerely befriends Yashinta because the girl is kind, gentle, like an angel.

Plain girl with a heart as soft as cotton. No problem sometimes annoying. Randy liked and loved him.

In her eyes, Yashinta was like an angel.

That was Yashinta in Ranti's eyes

TB