Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Kafka Darling Yashinta

The car Kafka was driving stopped right in front of the gate of Yashinta's house, the girl started to open her seatbelt and prepared to get down.

"Why don't you come by first?"

Kafka turned his head, he looked like he was watching Yashinta's house, then turned to look at the girl.

"Well, are you back?"

"I guess the car is there!"

Kafka was silent for a while, he just tapped his index finger on the handle of the steering wheel, making Yashinta turn and watch.

"Why not come by?" the girl asked once more.

"No, no,"

"Why? Don't you want to see Papa?"

"Shame on Yas."

The girl frowned, staring at the astonished young man who had just said 'embarrassed' that. Yashinta smiled a little.

"Normally never shy, weird, deh, Kafka!" later sneers.

"Udah, go in. Bokap loe must be waiting." tell the man to keep Yashinta from babbling. "Sorry yes, I'm late to pick you up!" continued.

"Yes, not papa Kafka. Kafka doesn't have to apologize."

Kafka smiled, a warm smile that made Yashinta very happy to see him, very rarely Kafka smiled, let alone at him.

"Why smile the same, Yas?"

"Yes!"

The girl again smiled, ah even almost laughed at Kafka's gentle reply. He even felt his cheeks heat up because of blushing.

"Thank you, yeah, Kafka."

"Make?"

"Make everything!"

"Including for me who always hurt you, thank you for that?"

Yashinta without hesitation nodded.

"Tomorrow I pick you up," said Kafka diverted the conversation, feeling uncomfortable with the attitude of the girlfriend.

"Yes, more than fifteen minutes Kafka did not come, Yas will be escorted by a driver."

"Gue won't be late, I promise!"

The girl nodded, "Oh yeah, Kafka's gonna come home and call Yas, yeah."

"Batre hape I abis,"

"Later until home directly Kafka charger, yeah?"

There was no word from Kafka, the young man just silently let Yashinta hope to worry about him.

"Shouldn't?" ask after a while.

"Must, Kafka. Before going to bed, Yas heard Kafka's voice, yeah."

A nod from Kafka made Yashinta smile happily, he then got off the car. Kafka drove out his car before Yashinta actually entered the gate. Yashinta just stared at him, staring at the departure of Kafka's car until it disappeared from his sight.

Suddenly he remembered Ranti's chatter at the stop. About Kafka's former trapped, forced or perhaps voluntarily surrendering to Kafka, giving up his most prized possession.

But to him, so far Kafka has never done anything. Or ask for anything that is detrimental to one party, Yashinta especially.

I don't know what the reason is. But Yashinta is pretty sure, if Kafka loves him.

"Non Yas,"

Yashinta regained her senses from her daydream, then turned to the source of the voice, where the middle-aged woman stood behind her.

"Bi Rasti, ngagetin Yas aja." said the girl with a smile while holding Bi Rasti.

"Sorry, Non. After that even daydreamed, you have been waiting since afternoon," he said. Yashinta nodded, then walked with Bi Rasti, entering the house.

"Father," Yashinta exclaimed in a loud voice.

"Papa tumben home spit," he said after greeting the middle-aged man who was relaxing in the tv room. Usually the father will go home late, or after dinner runs out.

"Deliberately, want to have dinner with you, too,"

Yashinta smiled happily, very rarely did the father come home quickly and enjoy dinner with him.

"Yaudah, Yas took a shower first, yeah."

Andri– Papa Yashinta smiled, while Yashinta rushed to her room to take a shower and tidied herself up. As soon as he finished, he quickly returned downstairs and joined Andri who was already waiting for him at the dining table.

"So you came home with Kafka?" ask

Andri on the sidelines eating, Yashinta raised his gaze and looked at the papa, apparently he knew. Then nod.

"Why wasn't Kafkan invited to stop by?"

"He was ashamed of Papa" the girl replied without hesitation.

Andri laughs at Yashinta's honest answer that doesn't cover what her boyfriend says.

"Why is he ashamed of Papa?"

"Neither, Kafka sometimes likes to be weird, often in fact. Ahh, Yas did not understand, anyway, he was unpredictable." he said with a astonished look, which was only responded to by a smile by the father.

But, seeing Yashinta who is always happy when talking about Kafka, makes Andri happy his daughter is related to the young man.

**

"Ka, don't play this mulu game here,"

Kafka turned to the woman who was preparing dinner. He put his PS stick after pause the game.

"Here eat," he asked again.

"Mas Gibran hasn't come home yet?" he asked as he walked towards the dining table.

"Work continues, when do you want to find his future wife?"

"Hus! You,"

"When you're with Kafka first, how about it?" oceh Kafka's.

"Do you have any intention of going to bed Yashinta?"

The question from Nindi–bunda Kafka this time made Kafka silent, Nindi just smiled at the reaction of her son.

"Yashinta you haven't been here for a long time. How's he doing?"

"Good."

"Mother likes Ka, same Yas. Besides being beautiful, she is also polite, very affectionate with you." he praised the three times he met with Yashinta.

At the first meeting, the girl seemed shy, but at the next meeting, she showed a cheerful and pleasant side of herself.

His personality may be turned around with Kafka who doesn't talk much and doesn't like to laugh too much. But from what Nindi saw, the two people were suitable and could complement each other.

However, Nindi also did not want to expect much. Moreover, Kafka and Yashinta are just high school kids. Both are very young to have a serious relationship. But still, Nindi did not like her son often hurt people's daughters.

"Sincerely the same Mother, too" he continued as soon as his daydreams collapsed.

"You have no intention of breaking up with him, do you? Mother bosen you are constantly changing girlfriends." babes, when you find the son who is just daydreaming.

He then rebuked her. "You're horrifying Mother, aren't you Ka?"

Kafka just nodded. He fought with his own mind. He did not expect that Nindi would like Yashinta so quickly. In fact, in Kafka's previous girlfriends, Nindi always behaved mediocrely. Especially Kafka's long courtship period that's always short.

After dinner, Kafka went into his room. Picked up his phone which he charged once he got home according to Yashinta's orders. Kafka did not understand why he wanted to obey the girl.

Kafka broke down, trying to contact Yashinta. No response from there, twice, three times, four times.

Kafka cursed when there was really no response from Yashinta, even though he had canceled the event with his friends to call the girl.

"What the hell do you want?" he slammed the phone next to him after several times contacting Yashinta and still no response from the girl. Then he closed his eyes. But it was useless when his heart was waiting for the girl to call back to him.

**

Yashinta washed her face, then came out of the bathroom. When it was nine o'clock at night, he just finished his job and watched his favorite K-drama.

He settles down on the bed, then reaches for the cell phone. His eyes glared at the many missed calls from Kafka.

"Good, Yas forgot. It turns out there was an appointment to make a call with Kafka." regretted the panic attack.

"Why not angry, huh?

Doubtful, Yashinta kept in touch with Kafka, fearing that the young man would wait for a reply from her.

It didn't take long, the call was connected, the first thing Yashinta heard was a heavy sigh from the other end. Kafka must be angry, he thought.

"Where the hell is that?" the man immediately attacked her with a question accompanied by an annoyed tone.

"Sorry Kafka, Yas was out of work. Keep watching tv, Yas forgot if there is a promise with Kafka, sorry well."

"Gue until cancel the same event I made the same call loe. But what, you're missing it!" it means without mercy. Instead of being saddened by Kafka's anger, Yashinta gave a smile. If Kafka is willing to cancel the event with his friends, it means he has an important position in Kafka's life.

"Why do you die, cry?" the voice at the end there resuscitated him.

"No, Yas is not crying. Precisely Yas seneng, horrifying Kafka angry!"

"Freaky girl!" Kafka's surrender.

Yashinta just kept quiet, changed his position, tilted to the right.

"Why again?" her question, a sweet smile adorned her beautiful face.

"Sleep!"

"Common by the way, can you?"

"It can, it can!" Kafka sewot.

Yashinta laughs. To be honest, behind Kafka's cold attitude towards her, she was sometimes kind and gentle. Even Yashinta could not guess how the young man felt to her.

During her dating, she never experienced romantic relationships with Kafka. But for him, enough with Kafka, he has a lot of good memories.

"Kafka," called him when the person on the other end of the phone didn't hear his voice. "Aren't you sleepy?"

"No,"

"If so, ajakin Yas chat dong Kafka, Yas did not want to sleep because."

"What are you talking about? I don't want anyone to talk about it, I'm sleepy."

"So he said it wasn't sleepy yet,"

"Yes it's different again, right. I want to sleep now."

Yashinta snatched, but it was useless even if he forced Kafka not to disconnect, the young man would not listen to him.

"Jude, Kafka. Good night, well, don't forget Yas's dream."

"Well?"

"Let's be the same, Yas also wants Kafka's dream."

Yashinta heard Kafka's call there. Surely Kafka lazy to serve babble is not important.

"Sleep, bad luck. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Yes Kafka,"

The call was interrupted, Yashinta stared at the screen of his phone, where a picture of Kafka coolly wearing his sports shirt there, he took the remote that was in the drawer of the bed, then turned off the lights and pulled the blanket.

"Good sleep Kafka, dear Yas Kafka. May Kafka also love Yas, well."

He closed his eyes, then opened his eyes again.

"You Yas don't dream of Kafka, Kafka is angry?"

TB

Acute-grade bucin is different, well, Yas.