Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Misdeliver

"Mother, Kafka's home." Kafka knew that today the Mother did not go to the boutique so she immediately exclaimed when she opened the door.

"Home home, ye–" Mother who appeared from inside paused her sentence when she saw the girl beside Kafka. Saras smiled to greet Mother.

"Rice." Mother looked surprised to see there was a wound on the tip of the lips of the beautiful girl. "What's the matter, honey?" the look on his face was more worried than Kafka a while ago. Saras seemed blushed with the attention of Mother.

"No papa, Mother. Didn't fall down on purpose" he answered lying.

"Fall down where it might be rich." asserted Mother who could not be denied, the girl just ended up just smiling. "Have been treated yet?" mother asked, this time Saras shook his head.

"Come, let Mother treat." he took Saras in, leaving Kafka smiling to see the two.

Mother knows Saras. Kafka had brought the girl home several times. Kafka was even honest with Mommy about what happened to the Saras family. Kafka did not complain or gossip, but gave Mother permission to understand Saras when Kafka brought her home when she got into trouble.

The relationship between Saras' parents is not good even though they are still together today. Papa Saras likes to play women, while his mother is crazy about possessions and lets Papa Saras do whatever she wants.

But lately, the treasure alone seemed not enough for him so he demanded understanding from papa Saras. Even he could not bear to see the husband who continued to play women arbitrarily as if he was not a family man.

From the beginning, the two married not out of love and lived a different household life with others. Where papa Saras still continues to be preoccupied with the women.

Papa Saras is rude and likes to play hands. Since childhood, Saras very often saw acts of violence in his home even he became a victim. Not infrequently the papa vented anger at him because his mother who defied and made him unacceptable, so Saras became an easy target.

Saras doesn't even understand his own papa. At one time, he seemed to love Saras very much. But on condition that Saras must obey him. While at other times, he could have at will treated Saras even playing hands. without hesitation hit the girl.

A few months ago, her parents decided to split up. Her mother comes out of the house and lives in an apartment, while Saras is forced to stay with her father. If he does not comply, his father threatens to harm Saras' mother and make the girl forced to obey.

For Saras, his home is hell. So that when Kafka sometimes invited him to visit his home and bring him to meet Mother, Saras felt calm and detached from anger. Even if it cannot last long because he will be terrorized by the father who constantly contacts him.

Saras tried to ignore the panghilan from her papa when Mommy finished treating the wound on the tip of her lips. A few seconds later, he looked up as Kafka grabbed his phone. The young man deactivated Saras's phone.

"Loe can stay here, let me tell Mommy. If you don't want to, I'll take you home later. Let me say the same bokap loe." said the boy. Saras was silent.

"Gue to the room first." said Kafka who then passed after Saras nodded his head.

Kafka threw his school bag over the bed as soon as he arrived inside the room. He reached into the phone from his pants pocket all day he was silent. The young man looked not surprised at all when he saw dozens of missed calls from the girlfriend.

Yashinta had gotten used to bothering her and Kafka had gotten used to ignoring her. He sees the incoming message in his chat application.

Yashinta

Where's kafka going? Yas saw Kafka's car coming out the school gate.

Kafka truant?

Where's Kafka going?

Kafka grumbled reading the message the girl sent.

Today Yas les piano. Yas did not ask to be picked up. Yas just wants to know. Kafka where to skip school?

Later that night call Yas, yeah.

***

Yashinta repeatedly called Kafka's number but the man did not respond to her. Yashinta had sent dozens of messages but Kafka also did not reply. Makes Yashinta feel worried as well as upset. Which in the end makes Yashinta focus while tutoring the piano collapsed instantly.

When she returned home, when the time showed at five in the afternoon, the girl preferred to sit at the bus stop while waiting for her invitation which was now on the way.

The message she sent to her boyfriend was read, but Kafka never gave her a reply. Makes Yashinta's feelings more hollow.

The girl tried calling Kafka once again. But there was no response from Kafka. Yashinta wanted to be angry, but the cotton-soft hatinyanl seemed unable to vent his anger.

The girl came home with a soft look. He lay down on the bed, without feeling his tears. Apparently he got a waiver from Kafka, but he felt immune because he was used to it.

"Non Yas is sick?" tanyakanya. Yashinta shook his head.

"From home the piano lessons his face was bent continuously." continued Bi Rasti who since this afternoon watched his employer's son.

"Non Yas has a storm with Mas Kafka, or is there another problem at school?"

"No noise, Bi. Kafka kafka cuekin Yas. Yas doesn't like it." - Frankly. Bi Rasti who heard it just smiled. Enough to understand if it is just the romance of teenagers.

"Maybe only Yas aja who love Kafka, but Kafka not." he said again, this time Bi Rasti did not respond, while Yashinta akhitlrnya rise from a lying position and then sit down.

"Is it really Bi?" he asked with eyes asking for certainty.

"If Mas Kafka does not love the same non Yas, where to date for months." Bi Rasti was calming.

"That's, yeah, Bi?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, now Non Yas takes a bath, continues to have dinner, well, will he eat under aja or Lala bring it here later?"

"No papa, Bi. Let Yas come down."

Bi Rasti nodded, then excuse me from Yashinta's room. Leaving the girl alone. Lazily, Yashinta got up from her seat and walked towards the bathroom, but the phone that rang first made her go back to bed and reach for the phone in the hope it was a phone from Kafka.

Apparently not. Yashinta immediately pressed the green icon and placed the flat object in the ear with a fading smile. "What's Ranti?"

"Yes, take a photo of my biology assignment loe yah."

"Well, was that not written?"

"Write, just the shedding of ink. The writing is not looking out, messy." he said that made Yashinta nod his head.

"Later Yas potoin keep sending to Ranti, yeah."

"Okey, thank you, Yas. Hurry, I gotta get to work."

"Yes Ranti."

"Bye Yashinta."

Call was interrupted afterwards. Yashinta just stared at the phone screen, he fulfilled what Ranti needed. Later, he looked back at his window with Kafka, hoping for a reply from the man. But it turned out to be the same, there was not even a sign Kafka would reply to a message from him.

Until then, the incoming message from another number made the girl frown.

Angel

🌷

What the fuck do you mean, Dad? Yashinta types a reply. He waited for a while to get a reply to a message from Gibran.

Angel

Sorry, wrong send

Yashinta. He smiled with his nimble-looking thumb typing in reply.

Modus. Tell me to ngchat Yas!

Very trite use reason wrong send😜

TB