Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Must Be in Line

Kafka knew very well that Saras was so nervous when they reached the girl's house. Saras was seen several times exhaling since the car entered the gate until the feet of the two stepped up on the terrace. Saras was nervous to see the car of the father who was already in the garage.

Kafka grabbed the girl's hand along with a solid white-painted door that opened. Showing papa saras with an angry face because his daughter came home the night after a long day of disappearing and ignored his calls until she could not be contacted at all.

"You're the one who took my son out?" Papa Saras looked angry at Kafka.

Saras panicked, afraid that the papa would do anything to the young man. He panicked when he saw Kafka nodding his head in defense.

"Bah, Saras went alone from home. Saras accidentally met Kafka on the street." the girl straightened out, not wanting Kafka to be affected because she had helped him.

"Who was your name?" he asked Kafka, ignoring what his daughter said.

"Kafka's."

"Papa," Saras called to the father with a worried look, releasing Kafka's hand.

"Lake in!" his eyes were fixed on Saras, who made Saras unable to do anything but nod, obeying what his father told him to do and entering the house with eyes that worried Kafka. But the man nodded faintly at her, reassuring that everything would be fine.

As far as Saras left, there were only the two of them on the porch of the house. Papa Saras looked at Kafka while the young man was silent with a straight look.

"Don't ever have any more contact with my son!"

"As long as Om no longer perpetrates physical violence on Saras."

Papa Saras's eyes are round. He seemed annoyed by what Kafka said. Who is he to interfere with his family?

"You have no right to interfere!"

"I have the right to interfere because I love Saras!" Kafka asserted without a hint of hesitation. Papa Saras looked for a moment at the peck until then he ruffled his waist in front of Kafka.

"Don't fuck around. You better learn, you're too young to talk about love!"

"I'm not going to let Saras go to school in the next few days. Don't try to interfere by contacting him!"

****

Some of these days. Yashinta did not meet Kafka either at school or outside school. The man seemed to deliberately avoid her and made Yashinta unable to do anything. Instead, he sent messages with Gibran more often even though only random chatter occurred between them.

Like this morning, for example, when Yashinta was in the car on the way to school and his phone clinked, indicating if there was an incoming message.

Angel

🥛

Wrong send, right? Yashinta types a reply.

Angel

Nope. This time I deliberately chat you make ngingetin breakfast the same drink milk. Yashinta slightly chuckled at the reply to the message the man sent.

Attention to the Angel Yas.

The girl sent a reply in conjunction with the car that stopped in front of the gate. Yashinta got off when the driver opened the car door. He sighed and walked up to the gate. Take a leisurely walk to class with an occasional smile to return the greetings of other children.

Ever since Firgo High School kids found out that papa Yashinta is the owner of the school foundation, their attitude is much better on him, such as saying hello and being friendly.

Yashinta's footsteps swallowed as she saw Kafka walking towards her with something in her hand. The man in his school uniform, all his buttons open, displaying a plain black t-shirt he was wearing, the eyes of the two met. Making a furious bellow in the girl's heart burst into remembrance of Kafka who seemed to have vanished into the earth.

"Where have Kafka been these days?"

"Why have you ever heard of Yas?"

"Kafka deliberately ngehindarin Yas?"

"Don't you love me, is it Yas?"

"It's Kafka, tuh, what, the hell. Why don't you often care about Yas?"

The young man thrust out the pink tupperware he had brought at Yashinta, making the girl accept it with a slow motion. "From Mother, make loe." said Kafka after tupperware changed hands.

"When you go back to school with me, Mommy wants to see you."

After saying that, Kafka passed towards the canteen, holding Aris who had just arrived. Leaving the sculpted Yashinta with tupperware from Kafka, Mother gave her in her hand.

How could Yashinta not be melted by the man. How could Yashinta be angry when Kafka looked at her warmly earlier? Yashinta could not, his heart was weak if faced with Kafka.

"Yaskina,"

"Oh, Ranti." Yashinta turned around and looked at the girl who seemed to have just arrived.

"That's what?" Ranti pointed at the tupperware in Yashinta's hand.

"Oh, this, from Mother."

"Mother?"

"Mother Kafka." Yashinta. Makes Ranti nod in understanding. "It's like a sandwich." Yashinta continued.

"Well, it's good to be."

"Replace not having breakfast?" Ranti nodded with a clear face. "You?" asked Yashinta again, Ranti nodded.

"Judek. Let's go to class. We eat the sandiwchnya together." invite him who makes Ranti nod yes then take the girl to class accompanied by small talk that occasionally makes both of them laugh.

Kafka who had walked away looked back. Seeing the girl who had walked away together with Ranti.

***

After school, Kafka was sure to invite Yashinta home together, the young man waiting for Yashinta in front of his class when the bell came home.

Ranti who was standing next to Yashinta was only watching Kafka who was chatting with their class leader in front of the classroom door.

"Loe went home with Kafka?" ranti asked, looking unwilling when she saw Kafka in front of their class and seemed to be waiting for Yashinta. Yashinta was silent, a few moments later he just nodded doubtfully and resignedly with the change in look of Ranti's face.

"Loe be careful, dad. I go first." continued the girl who then said goodbye. "Yes Ranti. Ranti was careful too, dad." Ranti nodded, then passed towards the exit. Making Kafka who was right in front of the door a little step aside along with the Yashinta class leader who took his leave from before him.

Ranti had raised a sharp gaze but Kafka as usual always ignored her. Randy always hated her, didn't he? Especially after the incident Kafka dropped Yashinta on the street coupled with the incident Yashinta who collapsed after Kafka took his allowance.

Kafka's attention was sidetracked as Yashinta walked towards her with a thin, sweet-looking smile. The smile that Kafka had not seen for a few days was because he was avoiding the girl.

"Udah?" kafka asked as the girl stood before him. Yashinta. "Jaudah come." continued the man who then stepped away, leaving Yashinta who remained standing at the door even as Kafka's broad steps had led the young man away from him.

Kafka who was walking and felt no movement behind him turned his head. He tilted his head to look at Yashinta who was only silent on the spot. Even the girl seemed not to be moving, making Kafka forced to budge and step back to approach her.

"Loe's coming with me, isn't she?"

"Why the intention of ngajakin Yas, not really?" the girl turned Kafka's sentence around.

"It's a habit, Yas always lagged behind Kafka."

"Yes, I told you. We're dating, the road should be level." the girl sulks. Kafka took a deep breath.

"Jaudah come." pasrahnya with a look not sincere. Yashinta smiled, starting to step with Kafka beside her. The girl noticed their footsteps, even equated her footsteps with Kafka and made Kafka only able to shake his head at the girl's behavior.

Honestly Kafka realized, if Yashinta should be angry with him because some days he avoids the girl, even just to reply to messages he did not do. But as before, Yashinta more relented and chose to hold anger.

The footsteps of the two men further down the school corridor, towards the parking lot where the area is quite quiet because the children have slid back to their respective homes and the schedule of excrement on the day is closed because the teacher who teaches does not enter.

Yashinta got into Kafka's car, as did the owner of the car who was sitting in the steering wheel and started to drive the car, out of the gate of Firgo High School.

TB