Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

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Yashinta walked up the stairs to the girlfriend's room, once in front of Kafka's room door that was slightly open, without knocking on Yashinta's door holding the handle and opening the door wider slowly. He saw Kafka wearing a shirt.

"Kafka?" call him, step in after Kafka actually wears his t-shirt, then shut the door. Kafka just turned his head, picked up a random book and half lay down on his bed then read a book. While Yashinta looked around the man's room which was domed in gray. Looks classic, simple and futuristic.

"The mother sent her downstairs, she said she had lunch together." tell the girl but her eyes were wide open looking at Kafka's room. Unlike most men's rooms, Kafka's room is so neat, it's just that some of the books on Kafka's study table look messy.

The contents of the man's room are filled with several trophies from sports competitions displayed in a glass cabinet along with some collections of Super Hero Marvel incorporated in the Avengers. Like Captain America, Iron Man, Hulk, Ant-Man and Spiderman with a size large enough. There was also a basketball there with a gold medal.

Kafka is a handsome student, much liked by the girls and also some female teachers. But the man is not as perfect as the character in the novel who has everything complete with his good looks. He excelled in non-academic fields, especially in sports. But in academics, Kafka only has a pretty decent value.

There is a large mirror on the right side of the bed, as well as a bookcase.

The girl approached Kafka's bed and saw a photo on the table beside the bed. Two people who are in arms. One of the two people Yashinta can guess is Kafka, but the other one, who looks older than Kafka makes the girl wonder.

He turned his body, was about to ask Kafka but instead the man was already standing behind him, making Yashinta's face parallel to the young man's chest. Yashinta looked up, looking at Kafka's face that looked down at her with a flat look.

"Ka–Kafka who's the same?" yashinta asked, taking a step back to get away from Kafka.

"Sama loe." the man said the origin while putting the book he had originally taken into place.

"No, the one that was photographed was."

Kafka turned to Yashinta and looked at the girl's index finger pointing at her picture with Gibran when they were kids. According to Mother, Gibran was ten years old and Kafka was only two when they were playing in the park.

"Remember me."

"I never said I had a sister." Yashinta protest. His eyes looked irritated, as he had said Kafka was unfair. Yashinta knew nothing about the man. Except just a few little things.

"This I said."

"not now. Why didn't you say it from long ago?"

"Well? It doesn't matter!"

"It's important Kafka. Yas, I want to know my sister-in-law."

Kafka clucked, not wanting to serve Yashinta's rant after seeing the photo. "Which photo did Yas print and love to Kafka? How not to display?" yashinta asked again considering he had given Kafka several times a photo of them that he had deliberately printed so that the man put it on display as Yashinta did.

"There's." Kafka said as necessary.

"Why not show?" ask the girl again. Kafka looked at Yashinta with a tired look, which in the end made Yashinta pluck his lips and relented. No longer questioning it.

"Why should Kafka's attention be paid to him?"

Kafka's smiling. "Simply follow me."

"Udah, Kafka."

"Times?"

Yashinta nodded innocently, Kafka approached while the girl was just blabbing innocently, but once Kafka actually barely eroded the distance between them with her head bowed to reach the girl's face, Yashinta gave a wary look.

His chest suddenly thumped, his brain twisted what he had heard some time ago from Ranti and other children about the mischievous Kafka. "No need to trust Kafka too much. He's a playboy, a crocodile. I will also not calm you back with him, already malem. Loe forgot, same ex-girlfriend Kafka who had managed to sleep in his apartment?"

Unknowingly Yashinta squeezed the end of the skirt she was wearing. Making Kafka's gaze lead to what he was doing, Kafka knew his girlfriend was nervous. So Kafka took a step back, making Yashinta exhale calmly. Kafka laughing.

"Loe's scared of me?" tanyanya, the gadus gasped. "Ah, why? Scared why?" Yashinta asked back, looking nervous.

"Gue's sure you've had a lot of horror from the kids." Kafka did not continue his sentence, the look on Yashinta's face was full of questions until Kafka connected. "Yes, all my jerk and my ass."

Yashinta was silent for a moment, staring at Kafka who was silently staring at him.

"Loe wants to ask you something?" Kafka made an offer that the girl could not refuse. Yashinta. "Yes. Yas wants to hear himself from Kafka. What did the kids say really?"

"According to loe?" the man asked back. Yashinta sighed, then sat on the edge of the bed while Kafka stood with his hands folded on his chest and back leaning against the bookshelf.

"It's Yas's opinion, no."

Kafka smiled again. Yashinta himself also smiled widely, revealing a row of white teeth. "Loe knows myself I'm known playboy, tsundere or something. My ex who did not accept my attitude and nature, after breaking up ended with my ridicule." he said as it is.

Kafka was not that dick to carelessly play women even to the point of taking them to his bed. Gibran could have killed him if he had done so.

But, when the news circulated throughout Firgo High School, Kafka never defended himself or evaded the allegations. He seemed not to be bothered in the slightest and let the children talk about it until the rumors disappeared as time went on.

"That Kafka doesn't mean anything about them?" kafka nodded his head.

"Gue hasn't even brought any girl into my apartment yet." Kafka suddenly recalled what Ranti had told Yashinta at the bus stop at the time if Kafka would often take her girlfriends to the apartment.

In reality no, Gibran was watching him and Kafka could not afford to carry just any woman. After all, he was still under Gibran's tutelage given his status as a schoolboy.

"If Yas does go there." the girl proposes, grabs Kafka's hand and makes the man step closer, standing before him.

"Well?" Kafka asked with a furrowed eyebrow.

"Let Yas be the first girl to come to Kafka's apartment." he said innocently while shaking Kafka's hand. Kafka did not respond, he just smiled with incomprehension looking at the girl. Makes Yashinta look wrong with Kafka's eyes.

He sneered after removing Kafka's hand he had originally held. "Ka–khen Kafka's courtshipwhy did it happen?" his question, ambiguous so considering the topic of his chat with Kafka before.

Instead of answering, Kafka just smiled at the girl, making Yashinta increasingly panicked and misbehaved. "During his courtship with Yas Kafka had never been anything but Yas." and what he said came out of his control.

"Loe wants me anything?" kafka asked who made Yashinta round his eyes, only to realize what he had just said.

He did not say, just blinked innocently looking at Kafka who leaned his face towards him, the man's hands were on both sides of Yashinta's body, making the girl slowly pull back, taking distance from Kafka. Yashinta was misbehaved, her heart rumbled, sounding so noisy. Even Yashinta was sure that Kafka could hear it.

"Loe wants me to do something with Yashinta?" Kafka spoke right in front of Yahinta's face, the man's breath literally poking his face.

"Loe's just asking."

As Kafka drew closer to their faces, when the lips of the two came close to touching, Yashinta turned her face away, making Kafka smile on her side.

"Kafka–later have to anterin–Yas same Mother to the boutique." the girl switched the topic, Kafka rolled her eyeballs off guard, fixed her position. Make Yashinta breathe a sigh of relief. The girl also got up from her seat along with Kafka who spoke. "Gue won't come. Mother, Mother can also drive."

"Or you're the one driving. Don't bother Mother!"

Yashinta throttled his lips, Kafka opened the room door to come out. They have long enough to make Mother wait at the dining table.

"Yas can drive, just Papa not allowed. The meal was delivered by the driver." he said as he followed Kafka's footsteps.

"Yas also has a SIM, Kafka." he told his girlfriend. "Dapet shot?"

"Yes." Yeah." Yashinta answered spontaneously, making Kafka laugh loudly, Yashinta hit Kafka's back hard because the man laughed at him.

"For Yas."

"Don't eat it."

Kafka turned around, scrambling the top of the girl's head. A moment makes Yashinta sculpt for the sudden action of the girlfriend. Today Kafka succeeded in making his chest continue to pound.

"Loe can not reduce the level of innocence loe?"

Yashinta shook his head, Kafka exhaled. "Yas gini-rich, irreversible, Kafka."

"Kafka's bullied?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why?"

"My heart is not safe, Yashinta."

TB