Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Removing Traces

The aroma of mint so out in the room nuanced with ash that Gibran occupy. Gibran just tapped his finger on the table. He loosened his tie to remember what Yashinta said a few days ago after Gibran drove him home.

"I–iya, we are khilaf and now ..., consider it never happened to the pokonya! Okay, don't talk about it anymore, Yas doesn't want to hear about it."

"Sad." Gibran.

The man even unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Making the scheduler who was in his room to submit presentation materials to Gibran had to turn his face.

When he entered the room of the superior. The handsome man clad in formal stellan was only silent and occasionally the look on his face seemed to turn irritated.

The scretary wanted to rebuke but was afraid Gibran was angry because he felt bullied.

"The Khilaf? I don't think it's because of Khilaf. But because I want to." decaknya, still do not accept with Yashinta's attitude.

"Why has it never happened? Nawdle! Where possible! My memory is sharp. I can't act like nothing happened after what we've done." he said. The skretar there is increasingly confused and does not know what to behave like. No matter how hard he closes his eyes and ears, he cannot.

What Gibran said caught his sense of hearing. If the scretary does not conclude wrongly. Perhaps this boss has a lover and they have gone a long way. If the employees of the company knew, they would be heartbroken.

This time Gibran kicked the table when his frustration needed to be vented. Moreover, after that incident, he and Yashinta had absolutely no contact.

The two did not exchange messages as usual. Gibran was also confused as to what reason he should use to contact the girl.

It is impossible to ask Yashinta to return her clothes immediately, right? Gibran will be impressed stingy and strange.

"Pak–Gibran." the skretaris tried to resuscitate after doing dozens of considerations. Gibran looked up, he gawked to find his scheduler there. But still the man remained cool. Although it felt like he found himself looking strange in the eyes of his secretary.

The man sneered, tidied up the tie he was wearing and took his seat. "What do you need?" tanyanya, authoritative. The scretary had a wry smile before then saying.

"Sir Gibran sent me here. It's presentation material for noon." he handed me a blue map.

Gibran was surprised, he did not remember calling himself the Scretary. Receive the file from the hands of the scretary and see the contents. Then put it on the table and look back at the tape.

"Good, thank you." he said, though a little awkward.

"Good Sir. Excuse me." he resigned.

"Wait a minute." Gibran exclaimed and made him stop his steps then turn to Gibran.

"Yes sir?"

"When have you been in my room?" Gibran ventured to ask, at least he hoped that his scheduler would not hear the ravings out of his control. Gibran would be very grateful because that way, his pride is protected.

His scooter seemed to be smiling blandly, he hesitated to answer, but then remained open. "Earlier than you said 'Khilaf'–" he looked at Gibran and saw his superior's face change so he chose not to continue. Gibran flicked his hand with his head bowed.

"You can get out!"

Apparently, his pride was already unprotected.

***

After school, Kafka was waiting for him in the parking lot to fulfill his promise if this afternoon they would eat at the restaurant. Yashinta approached the man leaning against the body of his car.

"For a long time, what was it, anyway?" kafka asked, he had indeed been long enough and hot waiting for the girl.

"Hot!"

"Who told Kafka to wait here? Kan Kafka can wait in front of Yas class or where the place is shaded." said Yashinta who made Kafka turn the ball, caught off guard.

Kafka turned the car around a little bit and got into the car. Sitting in the control seat, Yashinta opened the car door herself, entered and sat down beside the man.

"Sean is the same Aris first?"

"Aris or Sean?" Kafka asked in a sewot tone. Yashinta who was wearing her seatbelt looked astonished.

"Both are Kafka. They're together, right?" Kafka did not answer. Makes Yashinta sigh, lucky her patient stock for the man so much.

Shortly after, the car that Kafka drove drove out of the gate of Firgo High School. Yashinta just teased the man, Kafka's face looked annoyed, but Yashinta didn't know what the reason was. Kafka often shows that expression when he is angry with something related to Yashinta.

But Yashinta had no idea what the reason was this time. As he remembered, he had not made any mistakes. The man who realized he was being stared at by the girl sitting next to him turned his head. The reason he took Yashinta and his two friends to eat at the restaurant was because Kafka wanted to see a direct interaction between Sean and Yashinta.

Whether they are ordinary while behind them interacting or not.

"Why not eat at all restaurants? Not Kafka, busy, huh?" yashinta asked with a fixed look at the man.

"Pengen aja." Kafka.

"When Yas had a show after school." he told him, this time he straightened his eyes. Refusing to meet Kafka. When the man turned to him, Yashinta still chose to stay in his position.

"What way? Same who?" kafka asked, sounding impatient, but Yashinta was silent. Until after a while, "Yas wants to see Sean's mother in the hospital" he said honestly. Kafka was grieving, he knew if Sean's mother was sick even yesterday he had visited with Aris to the Hospital.

But why did Yashinta also have to go there while it feels like Yashinta and Sean are not familiar enough for that. To know each other's parents.

"Later if the meal is done Yas will go to the hospital with Sean, well, Kafka. Can you?" the girl still asked for permission. But for this time if Kafka forbids then Yashinta will not listen.

"Should you like one car with Sean?"

"If Kafka can't anterin Yas, Yas can take a taxi" he said. I don't want to force my girlfriend to deliver it.

"Hour 2pm basketball coach tells the captain of each team to get together. I can't be absent, so I can't do loe." said Kafka, Yashinta saw a watch that was coiled around his wrist. Time shows at one noon past ten minutes. He was silent, no longer speaking.

With Kafka, now the sensation feels different, although still only the man he loves.

***

Yashinta and Kafka entered the restaurant and immediately approached Aris who was sitting at her desk with some dishes that had been served on the table. It means that Yashinta has indeed made them wait long enough.

"Hurry up, Yas." Aris immediately reigned when Yashinta was seated. The man was competing as if he was the one who would treat.

"Yes, Aris. Ready." Yashinta obediently replied and immediately picked up the menu book that Sean had proffered. "Tnax, Sean" he told Sean.

"What do you want?" yashinta asked, looking at the girlfriend who played the phone. Seemed to be replying to a message.

"Whatever."

"Hm."

"Pesenin sushi only, Yas, already." tell Aris. Kafka who had put his phone in his jacket pocket turned to Yashinta who shook his head. "Don't, Kafka can't eat chopsticks." he said, reading a menu book.

"Yes dong, Yas is a good girlfriend, that's it." The girl was mummy, one corner of Kafka's lips lifted. He could not help but smile at Yashinta. "Repot if Yas has to eat while bribing Kafka." said the girl like to herself.

"It's not a laper, Yas wants a tiramisu."

"Kafka to lasgana or–"

"Yet rich." Kafka interrupted quickly. Yashinta nodded her head.

"Oh, okay." Yashinta called a waitress. The waitress looked kindly greeting Yashinta, making the eating Aris pay attention. While Sean who had also eaten was just busy with his food.

"It's a real crime, Yas, the rich guy who owns his restaurant." decak the guy after the waitress passes, then devours his food.

"It's not Yas's, but Papa's."

"Ohuk!" spontaneously Aris coughed, he looked up and looked at Yashinta with round eyes. Seemed to ask for certainty.

"This–restaurant bokap loe?" asked Aris after relieving her cough. Yashinta. "Yes, the result of his company's cooperation Sean." explained Yashinta who made Aris look amazed. While Kafka looked ordinary, but upon hearing Sean's name, his countenance changed.

The man looked at Sean who was just eating and ignored the chatter at their table. Just like that Kafka grabbed a glass of Aris's drink and downed it to the toilet. Making Aris's eyes round did not accept. He turned to Yashinta.

"Aris pesen again, Yas payin later." bargain the girl easily. That was the sentence that Aris had been waiting for.

"How much for a penny, huh, Yas?"

"This is bokap loe's restaurant." Aris raised her eyebrows shamelessly. Yashinta just nodded with a smile.

"Loe diem aja Se if you have a restaurant as luxurious as this. You should've said, let me have a good meal every day." He nudged Sean's cool arm himself.

"That's what I didn't say." Sean called savage.

"It could go bankrupt later." Yashinta hooks up and laughs afterwards with Sean and Aris. While Kafka only looked at Yashinta and Sean who seemed to make eye contact. Kafka felt unacceptable.

Aris recalls the joke that made Yashinta laugh again, when a waitress appeared to be carrying a tray filled with hot steam billowing over it and a small child ran over and almost hit her, the waitress tried to dodge but was just bad when the tray she was holding fell, right Yashinta was below her.

Kafka who saw it spontaneously woke up and took Yashinta to look up. Of course the three cool people themselves were surprised, especially Yashinta. Kafka grimaced as the hot soup fell on his hand.

"Kafka," Yashinta hurriedly grabbed Kafka's wet hand and looked flushed red from the heat.

The mother of the child chases after her child and makes sure the child is okay. "Mama said don't run, honey." There's an upset tone in her speech. In addition to fearing his son for nothing, the mother also seemed to feel guilty because her son had made a fuss.

The waitress also appeared panicked and repeatedly apologized to Kafka and Yashinta.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, Mas" the mother apologized because her son had made such a fuss happen.

"Sorry, Mom."

"It's okay, ma'am. The next time his son is guarded if in a public place, let alone a place to eat. afraid of why." Yashinta said that while still holding Kafka's hand, Kafka seemed to roll his eyes off guard, honestly he wanted to get angry, but he was held back because not only were they there.

"Sorry Mas, Ma'am." he apologized once more before then passing away with his son.

Attention of all visitors who were initially distracted by the incident began to return to their respective worlds.

"Yes, you're not papa?" Ranti appears and looks at Yashinta's body, making sure that her best friend is okay. He heard the incident from his colleague and was surprised to find Yashinta's table hit by a hot soup spill.

"It's okay, Ranti." Yashinta calmed down the panicked looking Ranti

After that, a moment of silence. While Aris looked gawking saw Ranti was there– with her waitress uniform.

Ranti simply rolled her eyes when she saw the man's gaze. "No need to look at it!" rangi protested to Aris which made the man shake his head.

***

"It hurts Kafka?" yashinta asked as she applied the burn ointment to the young man's hand which had been doused in hot soup. Both are currently in Kafka's car to treat Kafka's wounds.

"According to loe?" Kafka looked upset. "Yes hurt." she continued.

"What a hard thing, anyway, just say sick doang. No need to be rich." the girl regretted her boyfriend's attitude. Kafka exhaled an annoyed breath. "Lagian loe why sorry is that his mother? He was wrong to let his son wander." - Kafka.

"If he can take care of his son properly. This rich thing won't happen."

"Yes his name is misfortune, Kafka. No one knows, right."

"Yes it's eating it we have to be careful, Yashinta. What about that hot soup nimpa loe, huh?" Kafka was very upset considering that the hot soup almost doused Yashinta's entire body.

Instead of disarming Kafka as before. The girl smiled, her smile widened as she finished treating Kafka's wounds. Kafka who saw it screeched. "You can even smile."

"Kafka is worried that it's funny."

"Funny according to loe?" Kafka is upset. Yashinta nodded, leaning her body on Kafka. "Funny. Kafka if you're worried about Yas is funny. Kafka loves Yas?" ask the girl with a seductive look.

Kafka turned his face away with a stifled smile. "Yes, isn't Kafka?"

"No." Kafka says spontaneously.

"It's just me."

"No, go all the way!"

"Kafka." call Yashinta, this time the girl's tone sounded serious.

"Hmm?"

"Liat Yas!"

Kafka turned his head, seeing Yashinta's face right in front of him, he just stared. "Kafka, said the love man was blind. Yas is not blind. But Yas prefers to close his eyes as if Kafka is the only man in the universe" he said from the bottom of his heart.

Kafka was silent, only looking into the girl's eyes that looked full of sincerity. Until slowly, when Yashinta never left, Kafka grabbed the girl's chin and put her lips together slowly. Very gently treat the girl.

Making Yashinta slowly close her eyes and accept the touch Kafka gave her. Yashinta did not know with the contents of his head. But for sure, deep in his heart. He hoped that the memories with Gibran over the incident in the apartment could be forgotten.

Let Kafka wipe the man's tracks on his lips. Removing traces of Gibran who had stayed.

TB

Well, Mas Gibran's team is thin-ketir, here. Wkwk