Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Butter Cakes

Yashinta could not choose one of the three dresses and one dress that he had tried so he decided to buy only all three. He did not want to regret losing any of them.

"TARA! Yas is given this as Papa." he said when going to make a payment transaction, he showed a black card to Kafka.

Kafka clucked, gave the girl a round of applause and took the black card from Yashinta's hand. "Gue looks after the cashier today." he said, then passed from before Yashinta as soon as the girl nodded her head.

"Yaskins." Yashinta turned to Mommy, he raised an eyebrow, gestur asked. "What's the Mother?"

"Cabin." Mother walked to the dressing room, Yashinta followed and re-entered the dressing room where one of Mother's employees was there with a bubblegum-colored dress that stole Yashinta's attention. He's mesmerized.

"Mother." pricked it with a gaping mouth.

"Sesus who wants Mother to show you." said Mother.

"Make Yas?" her question, Mother nodded, making Yashinta hug Mother as the fashionable-looking middle-aged woman spread her arms. "Thank You Mother."

"Samely dear."

***

Kafka drove Yashinta home when the orange sky was already dotting the horizon. The girl seemed to look so happy after this half day spent with Mother.

Kafka who was driving occasionally turned to Yashinta who had been smiling since then, unconsciously making Kafka also carve a smile. I don't know, Kafka feels something is different about him today. Or maybe he felt guilty for the girl because these few days disappeared.

"Kafka, man,"

Kafka turned back with his eyebrows linked. "Thank you, yeah."

"Together."

"Jas very happy."

"It's good to be rich."

"We stopped at the cake shop, yeah, Kafka."

Kafka nodded his head. Without the slightest rejection or protest and make Yashinta feel if his Kafka is very sweet today. Making Yashinta confused, whether he should still buy cake despite having Kafka this sweet?

Before long, the young man's phone he had placed on the dashboard of the car rang. The driver-focused Kafka grabbed it and swiped the green icon quickly without reading the caller's name, activating the loudspeaker just like that as the earphones were far from his reach. Yashinta just stayed in place without making a sound.

"Hallo."

"Ka, where are you? Not at home? I just realized that atm I like to miss at your house, deh. Or maybe in loe's room." Kafka spontaneously rounded his eyes, as did Yashinta who looked at Kafka full of question marks.

Kafka ignored the girl's gaze, he slowed his car down and hurriedly grabbed the earphones, maybe Kafka should have done it earlier.

"Where?"

"Atm loe?"

"Yes, I just realized. At that time I had no cash and out of the house brought atm. Today I'm looking around for nothing, maybe missed at home loe." Saras at length at the end there.

Some of this, the papa gave him enough cash so he did not need atmnya. But today, he was outside and was not holding any cash, so he desperately needed his atm and only realized that the item was missing.

"Okay, but I'm outside. I'll go home and find it."

"Run, yes, I really need another."

"Hmm, I'll be anterin. Where's loe?" this time Kafka lowered his voice, hoping that Yashinta would not hear. After Saras told him where he was, Kafka cut off his phone. While Yashinta just squeezed the end of the skirt she was wearing.

It was very natural for Yashinta to feel pain in her chest hearing that. Her tears almost spilled due to tightness in the chest she felt. As soon as Kafka finished his call, he looked at the man along with the car that stopped at the Yashinta cake shop where Kafka had driven him several times.

"Saras to Kafka's house, when?"

"To Kafka's room too, what's the matter?" the girl asked impatiently and always managed to test the patience that Kafka had a little.

"The story is long."

"Ceritain now! Yas wants to be horrified."

"Gue hastily Yashinta."

"Just now, Kafka." the girl whined, making Kafka sigh long with her eyes closed then looked at the girl. While Yashinta is ready to listen to what Kafka will say even if it will hurt his feelings.

"Why do you always want to know my business, anyway?"

"Because Kafka's boyfriend, Yas. Yas deserves to know." he said, Kafka did not respond.

"Kafka, man,"

"Hmm?" half annoyed.

"If the rich happenings are repeated again. Take Saras home, Yas. Don't go to Kafka's house."

"If what Kafka says is true, it means Saras is in danger and we have to help."

"But don't take Saras to Kafka's house, well, Kafka." he pleaded. "Well, Kafka." this time grab Kafka's hand. Kafka brushed gently. "What would you like to buy?" tanya Kafka shifted the topic.

Yashinta looked glum, then felt weak. "Butter cakes."

"Loe wait here." Kafka's instruction, the young man gets out of the car, leaving Yashinta who then also chooses to wait outside the car, while Kafka enters the store.

Kafka walked in with his hand holding the phone, quickly typing a message to Saras if he was likely to be long enough, the man was unconscious when someone passed him while talking to someone over the phone, so does the person who is unaware of Kafka's presence.

While Yashinta himself only leaned on the body of the car with a sour face. Indeed, he was very upset to imagine Saras visiting the house of Kafka, perhaps also meeting Mother and even set foot in the room of Kafka.

Yashinta was very angry, he had often told himself that Kafka was his, and he was very unwilling that there would be another woman next to him.

"Masha's."

The girl straightened her eyes, she looked surprised to see Gibran's presence there. But no doubt, he smiled also with a resigned highlight.

"Mas Gibran."

Gibran smiled, he had just cut off the phone with his co-worker and saw Yashinta. He thought he saw it wrong but he didn't. That girl is really Yashinta.

"Now want anything Yas?" ask the girl who made Gibran frown clueless, quite surprised by the sudden question that the girl posed.

"It was time to say anything about Yas if we met." the girl explained when she saw the astonishment on Gibran's face. Gibran laughed, recalling their chatter via text message as the girl called him old. It was unexpected that Yahinta would take this matter seriously.

"I was just kidding. You take it seriously?"

The girl nodded, making Gibran laugh again and perhaps the man would wonder a while later the reason why he should laugh at the innocence of the girl before him.

The girl ignored Gibran who laughed at her then asked. "Mas Gibran did what?" tanyakanya. The pleasantries were so stale because he had already seen Gibran himself coming out of the cake shop.

"You think?" Gibran asked back. Yashinta grinned, suddenly his mood improved after talking to Gibran.

"Had bought cake, anyway." the girl replied while dumbfounded. Gibran. "Yourselves, why stand here?"

"Wait for someone."

Gibran did not ask much, he actually handed a piece of paper bag in his hand to Yashinta. "I happened to buy two and happened to meet you too." said the man. "So?" Yashinta asked while receiving the paper bag that Gibran handed over.

"So, this is for you." the man replied when the paper bag was already in Yashinta's hands.

"That's butter sweet."

"I go first, yeah." she said later, Yashinta nodded her head.

"But Mas Gibran, be careful on the way home." he waved at Gibran who passed away after nodding his head at the message he had given.

The man's car passed through the streets of his capital at dusk, Yashinta stared at the paper bag in his hand with a smile. "From who?" he was surprised by Kafka's sudden arrival.

"Oh, this, from Yas's acquaintance."

"Loe's introduction?" Kafka asked as he circled the car and entered as soon as he put a paper bag containing Yashinta's order cake on the back bench. Yashinta also handed over her paper bag Gibran gave to her boyfriend so that Kafka would keep it.

With a look of careless eyes, Kafka still accepts and keeps it even though Yashinta can do it himself.

"Yes, that was Yas's story." The girl reminded. Kafka was silent for a moment, then nodded in memory of that and he did not care much

"Thank you Kafka." said the girl later while wearing a seatblet. Kafka did not respond, he also put on his seatblet and started driving.

TB