Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Falling in Love

Kafka continued to drive his car down the road to Yashinta's house. The girl did not talk much on the trip, when the phone in her hand clinked, Yashinta immediately checked the phone. He smiled at the incoming message from Gibran.

Angel

Have you reached home?

Yashinta quickly typed out a reply with lips adorned with a smile. I don't know, but his feelings improved when he got a message from the man who a while ago gave him the butter cake.

No, still on the road. Just a little nyampe.

Yashinta waited for a reply and immediately opened the chat window as soon as a reply from Gibran made his phone clink again. Of course it did not escape Kafka's attention.

"Who's Joe chatan, anyway?" yukipan, sewot.

"Oh, this, the same acquaintance of Yas." the girl replied as necessary and immediately replied to the message again when she got a reply. Makes Kafka not like to see it.

"Known loe chick what vowok?" ask Kafka again, if it is like this. Yashinta knew Kafka would be angry if he told the man that his acquaintance was a grown man.

"Gue no, like, well, if you cool yourself when I'm the same." said the man along with his car that stopped in front of the gate of Yashinta house. "Yes Kafka." Yashinta answered obediently while opening her seatbelt.

"Why not stop by?" ask him but Kafka did not answer. Yashinta exhaled before then. "Kafka want to meet Saras?"

"Yas does not like, well, if Kafka is too often related to Saras." he said. Kafka did not reply, but also did not appear angry or upset because of his chatter.

Yashinta picked up two paper bags filled with butter cake from the back seat before he got out of Kafka's car, then handed Kafka a paper bag.

"This is for Kafka, let Yas take this one."

Kafka frowned, then asked. "What of Loe's acquaintance?"

The girl nodded with a faint smile that made Kafka roll her eyeballs, then look back at Yashinta. "So you prefer butter cake from your acquaintance rather than butter cake from me?" her question, seemed to be unacceptable and instantly made Yashinta panic in her place.

"That's not what Kafka– means"

"Take it, I don't want to." Kafka said quickly.

"Not for Kafka, but for Mommy."

"Gue can buy again." said Kafka adamant not to take it, Yashinta finally just nodded resignedly and received the paper bag back from Kafka. "Kafka did not stop by first, met Papa." his laughter then remembered Kafka had not responded to it.

"When." Kafka sprang up his neck and started to restart the engine, causing Yashinta to rush down.

"Sorry, don't speed." the message before closing the car door. Shortly after he got off, the car that Kafka drove drove away from the gate of his house.

While Kafka drove the car at high speed towards the house. Mommy has not arrived when Kafka is home and looking for the existence of Saras's atm card that may be left in his house.

It turns out, it was indeed left in Kafka's house. Kafka can easily find it on the sofa sidelines. He then immediately rushed to where Saras was to return the object.

"Sorry, yeah, Ka. I'm so confident about loe." regretted the girl when Kafka kindly delivered her atm card.

"It's just relaxing." Kafka said as necessary, relieving the canned drink Saras gave him. Both are in front of Alfamart.

"Gue has to go straight home this abis." Saras rose from his seat, Kafka looked up. "Let me anter." bargained.

"No need." the girl refused.

Kafka got up from his seat and picked up the car keys he had placed on a round table in front of him. "Gue Anterin." he did not accept the rejection and walked towards his car, leaving Saras with no choice but to be driven home by Kafka.

***

The atmosphere of the school was crowded as usual when Yashinta stepped foot into the gate. He went to class and apparently the children had also been hanging out in class. Some of them also seem to have visited the cafeteria, as evidenced by some children who have enjoyed snacks on their desk while reading books and chatting.

"YASHINTAA."

Yashinta spontaneously closed her ears, which was also done by all the class residents when she heard the loud voice of Ranti who had just arrived. The girl was even still standing in the doorway while apologizing to her comrades for already making a fuss.

Then, when his friends seem to be back cool with his world, Ranti immediately approached Yashinta and hugged the girl tightly.

"Yashinta thank you" he said as he held Yashinta tighter, almost making the girl asphyxiate. "Loe is the best friend I'll never see anywhere again." he said in an exuberant tone.

"Huh?"

"Ranti makes Yas breathless."

Spontaneous Ranti took Yashinta off and made the girl cough. Ranti just grinned, showing off her row of white teeth when Yashinta's cough had subsided and the girl looked at her questioningly.

"What's the welcome, anyway?"

"When you meet the exo members? It's a real joy."

"Hmm, I want to call you but I postpone because I want to talk directly." said Ranti who makes Yashinta look curious. When Ranti sat down, she also sat down to listen to her best friend's story.

"Then I met an angel, Yashinta. He looks like a prince. Handsome, charismatic, full of charm." said Ranti, Yashinta looked confused, with a wry smile looking at Ranti who was smiling to herself. While Ranti was imagining how handsome the man she met yesterday.

"Okay, so this is Angel of death or–"

"No, Yashinta. He's a prince,"

"From government?"

"It's like from the sky palace, Yas."

Yashinta laughed discordantly, looking stiff and uncomfortable to see the state of Ranti who smiled herself like a madman. It was the first thing Yashinta saw from his best friend.

"Hmm, continues?" Yashinta still allows Ranti to keep telling stories and she is ready to listen.

"Not continuously, Yas. For sure, I think I'll give my heart to him. The rich God sent him to me, Yashinta."

"He came at the right time." he said, which made Yashinta conclude that his best friend was in love. Yashinta understood and understood.

He smiled, cheering Ranti who was still enjoying her imagination about her prince. "Currently, well, hope Ranti succeeds." Patting Ranti's back, even though it looks awward with the situation that is happening.

Letting Ranti enjoy it, Yashinta prefers to take the phone from her uniform pocket when the flat object clinks, indicating that there is one incoming message.

Angel

Masha, my,

My name is Yashinta. Masha. Yashinta sulked, "ngeselin." he said. Makes Ranti look at him with a look of wonder.

"Who? Lv? I'm overreacting, yeah, Yas?" suddenly he felt bad, Yashinta panicked herself. "No, no, Ranti. This, Mas Angel that Yas told Ranti." the girl tried to explain. Ranti looked to nod her head.

"Which nolongin loe pas the Kafka nurunin loe in the street?" ranti asked, Yashinta cut her lips. "Not to be clarified either, Ranti."

"Sorry, sorry." Ranti rubbed the back of Yashinta's hand. "Do you like communication?" the conversation leads to the person who saved Yashinta.

Yashinta nodded her head. "Yes. Yesterday we also met at the cake shop subscription Yas pas Yas the same Kafka stopped by. She's giving Yas's favorite butter cake."

"Kafka knows?"

"Know."

"He's not angry?"

"Just seem to be okay, anyway. According to Ranti, Kafka's jealous?"

"Maybe."

"Cock maybe?"

"Loe whose boyfriend is confused about Kafka's feelings, let alone mine." Ranti replied indifferently. Honestly, he is very lazy when it comes to Kafka. Yashinta just kept quiet with a resigned highlight, knowing that Ranti was reluctant to discuss Kafka.

Do not discuss anything related to Kafka.

TB