Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

A Piece of Story

The lesson started an hour ago. Mr. Ferry, the chemistry teacher, discussed what the children wrote a while ago. However, Kafka still occasionally saw the rear entrance because usually, if bad luck Saras will choose to enter through the back door rather than the front door that is located parallel to the teacher's desk.

"Loe saw what, anyway, from earlier?" Sean patted Kafka on the shoulder and asked.

"Well what else if it's not Saras." Aris snatched because he did not see Saras in the classroom. Kafka did not respond, only turning his eyes back to the book on his desk.

Honestly, he wanted to immediately find Saras. Since this morning the girl's number could not be reached and made Kafka worried. Until the break came, the man chose to skip school. He only left his math book to the class leader for PR who he had been desperately working on.

Yashinta who was then walking towards the gate to give snacks to Mr. Satpam just silently watching Kafka's car that came out from the school gate after the man negotiated with Mr. Satpam.

After Kafka's car passed, Yashinta continued his steps towards the post security guard. "Eh, Not Yas." Mr. Satpam reprimanded upon seeing the presence of the girl. Kafka's eyes were still on Kafka's car, which had not disappeared from his sight.

"Where are you going, sir?" he asked, expressing curiosity as soon as Kafka's car was not seen again.

"Not knowing Non, but he said hurriedly. Urgent." Mr. Satpam said according to what Kafka said earlier when Kafka asked him to open the gate.

"Mas Kafka didn't tell Non Yas?" ask Mr. Satpam later. Yashinta shook his head. After that Mr. Satpam seemed silent confusion, while Yashinta himself preferred to be silent because of curiosity. He paid after giving his innate snacks to Pak Satpam and returned to class.

But earlier, while on the stairs leading to the second floor to his class, Yashinta passed Sean and Aris who were singing on their own.

"Sean," Yashinta would naturally prefer to talk to a sane person, especially Aris just greeting him while walking towards the canteen.

"What's up, Yas?"

"Where are you?" tanyakanya. At least, Sean will definitely know the reason Kafka left. In addition to being friendly, Sean is also a classmate with Kafka.

"Kafka?"

"The break bell he rushed out, didn't say where it was going." Sean replied recalling a moment ago when Kafka was looking forward to the break bell and quickly darted away as the break bell rang.

"Oh, Kafka didn't say, well where is Sean going?" ask Yashinta again. Sean shook his head, as Yashinta fell silent with a soft look, Sean smiled.

"Not going to school?" the girl asked again, worried that Kafka's departure from school was to meet Saras.

Sean did not reply when Yashinta looked at him expectantly. He rattled the top of the girl's head.

"Loe doesn't have to worry, Kafka isn't going anywhere. Loe focused on learning." he said as he passed leaving Yashinta who touched his head.

"Sean, sayin don't mess with Yas's hair. It would be troublesome to be looked at by Kafka." protested as the man's back began to move away from his sight.

Meanwhile, Kafka, who has been able to contact Saras, intends to meet with the girl. Saras invited him to meet in the park. Kafka immediately searches for the girl's whereabouts until he finds Saras with an ash-coloured hoodie covering her head.

Kafka immediately approached Saras with a worried look when he saw the tearing wound drying at the tip of the girl's lips.

"Bokap loe mukul loe again?" kafka asked with an angry look to find the girl hurt. Saras did not immediately reply, he first grabbed Kafka's hand and smiled. "No papa." he said to calm the young man who skipped school to find himself.

Kafka just looked at him pity. He could not accept seeing the woman's beautiful face hurt. But he can't do anything either. Exceedingly. Saras often refused his help.

Some time later. Kafka and Saras were already in the car that Kafka drove, until when they arrived on a deserted road, Kafka stopped his car. He did not speak, but from ****** his breath, Saras knew that Kafka was disappointed.

"Semalem nyokap I came to the house. Bokap is the same as his girlfriend. Bokap angry because nyokap came, he thought I was connected nyokap." tell Saras, however Kafka must wait for his explanation.

Kafka turned his head, he stretched out his hand and lowered the hoodie the girl was wearing. He knew Saras didn't want to tell a story. Kafka's hand then touched the tip of Saras's injured lip.

"It must be sick." he said, not heart.

"Loe's even seen me worse than this. I'm not papa, Ka." Relaxing saras.

"Where else did you hit Loe?" Kafka wanted to make sure there were no other wounds on Saras' body.

Kafka sighed, while Saras grabbed his hand without speaking. "Gue said, right. Loe lives in my apartment, I can bear the cost of living loe." said Kafka, looking desperate.

Saras laughed at Kafka's suggestion for how many hundred times since they knew him, "no need to doubt. The cost of living is still borne by Mas Gibran." he said, Kafka clucked, scratching the back of his head that does not itch. In fact, what Saras said is true.

"But at will I can take care of you." replied the man, while Saras was still firm with his principles, he shook his head.

"Loe knows how crazy I am. I could be in danger if I got out of the house."

"Keep, you know what's on the gini-rich exterior?"

"Gue ran away for some time."

"Remain in the office, hmm maybe." Saras said it ended with a small rarity. Kafka carves thinly seeing it. Even in this painful condition, Saras did not show his tears in front of Kafka.

The gazed Saras carved a wide smile on Kafka. "Kafka, man,"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you,"

"Thank you?"

"Thank you for being there for me."

****

"Gue doesn't welcome guests, I do a lot of work. I don't want to be with you guys anymore!"

Bayu and Leon who come to meet Gibran at his company get a reception in accordance with what they predict because of yesterday's failed and chaotic blind date incident.

The two people sitting on the sofa in the corner of Gibran's room were looking at each other while Gibran was at his desk and signing a stack of files.

"Sorry Bran, I didn't know it was going to be the show."

"Gue has made the event as neat as possible. I didn't know they were going to meet." said Bayu.

Gibran. "You think, they squads must have a group chat." Gibran said lazily. While Len and Bayu grinned, showing off a row of white teeth. Can't speak.

"What if you're rich, Bran. We'll set up another blind date–"

"Gue don't want to."

"Sorry Bran, we don't know if it's going to be rich."

"We're mrsel, Bran." Leon spoke up. Gibran stopped the work, smiling as he recalled what happened yesterday. No problem, at least meeting Yashinta is not a bad thing.

"We're sorry, Bran."

"No problem. Yesterday's incident was nothing." said the man as he moved from his seat. Of course, his behavior made Leon and Bayu exchanged looks with astonished looks.

All of a sudden? A few seconds ago, the man was still angry.

"Loe doesn't hurt, does Bran?" Bayu suddenly worried to see a smiling Gibran. The man who was already sitting on the single sofa and linking his fingers shrugged indifferently. "Gue's healthy."

TB