Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Rooftop School

Aris with Hafi only exchanged glances when he saw Kafka with his disheveled face looking lifeless, just like Sean who had just arrived.

Aris knew the two men had been fighting and a big storm, but before, a few minutes later things had returned to normal. But this time it seems a little difficult because between the two of them absolutely no one wants to talk. The silence between them dissolves longer.

"At the end of the relationship with which school children?" asked Hafi when he saw the bony faces of the two handsome guys, Sean and Kafka just exchanged glances, then turned their eyes. They look lazy even if they make eye contact.

"What's the matter I, bye, you two?" asked Hafi again, disturbed by the behavior of the two humans. The attitude of the two changed the atmosphere there and made Hafi feel sultry.

"Destroy the mood, go home!" banish him, a moment later the two men compactly rose from his seat. While Hafi was glued and staring at Aris, he did not mean to chase Kafka and Sean away. But it seems that the two were serious, because after that they came out of the room of the Hafi distro shop.

"My jokes are late or tuh, the child who is crazy, anyway." decak Hafi, not out of thought. Aris only fell silent and shook his head in amazement afterwards once Kafka and Sean disappeared between them.

"I'm not wrong, Fi. They are just crazy again" said Aris. Justifying the actions Hafi took. Hafi sighed, even though his intention spoke like that so that the two could make up. But apparently Sean and Kafka were too young to understand the implied meaning of what Hafi meant.

The two people were just leaning on the body of their respective cars once out of the Hafi distro shop. Sean wanted to leave, but Kafka managed to do it even though in the end there was nothing the man did.

Kafka intends to apologize, but he still does not know the exact sentence structure he must say to Sean. Sean is the same as him. He wanted to apologize for not telling the man if he and Yashinta would be brothers.

Sean knew Kafka was misunderstanding. Although basically, Sean knew as Kafka was a plan on his feelings for Yashinta.

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

The two people spoke at the same time, immediately then made the two exchanged looks and fell silent again.

As the first person to start a commotion by playing hands, Kafka tried to dare to speak first. "Sorry, I should have asked you this afternoon the reason why you came with Yashinta" he said to the point.

"Gue also apologized, I should have told loe that I would marry Yashinta and we would be sodara." Sean also revealed what he wanted to say.

"But as a prospective sodara girlfriend loe, I asked you to stop playing the feeling of Yashinta. I won't be allowed if you hurt him." he said with a serious look.

Kafka didn't respond, the only thing he did was just get back to talking. "Gue also nitip a message to loe to not be too close to my girlfriend. Anyhow, you are just a stepbrother who met big. I don't like it if you're too tight with Yashinta." at length, Sean smiled obliquely.

"Loe's jealous Ka?"

****

Angel

Well-favoured.

Spontaneous the girl screeched after reading a reply to a message from Gibran after he sent her a picture wearing a dress from the man. Yashinta stared at her reflection in the mirror, nodding her head. Not wrong indeed, he also justified it if he did look beautiful.

Afterwards, the girl typed a reply.

It fits, you don't need to change.

Angel

Okay if you're comfortable.

Comfortable. So when do we meet your Mother?

The girl was stunned by herself shortly after sending the reply to Gibran. Why does he seem impatient and like a girlfriend who wants to be introduced to his future in-laws immediately? Yashinta cursed himself.

Meanwhile, Gibran was just staring at the message the girl was sending. He is still in the company, he returned there after delivering Yashinta because his work is not finished. The time he sacrificed for Yashinta this afternoon made him have to finish the job with an urgent time.

But Gibran did not mind it, because the time he sacrificed was worth what he got.

Where she can drive Yashinta home and even take her dress order for the girl and set a schedule to meet with Mommy.

Gibran looked for Mother's contact, as soon as he met he immediately pressed the phone icon and placed the flat object in the ear. As soon as the call was connected, Gibran immediately spoke.

"Mother, we'll see you next week."

****

It was so hot that afternoon, but Yashinta seemed to have no problem when Kafka invited him to ride on the rooftop with a plastic snack, as well as a drink that the man had brought from the cafeteria.

According to Kafka, it's his apology for teaching Sean last time, he also said that two days ago they had made up.

Yashinta and Kafka sat on a long bench there, close to the water toren. Usually, there is a place for students to hang out if they shop, one of which is Kafka.

Although the teachers had already banned the students from boarding the rooftop, they apparently cared about hearing, even if the entrance was closed, one of them had a spare key and the rooftop was never completely empty.

"Let's take a breath."

Yashinta smudges lips. Several times Kafka had invited him to the rooftop, and he always shopped, no matter if Yashinta forbade. Roko is not healthy for Kafka and Yashinta is not very resistant to the smoke.

"Tumben cares about Yas." the lead that makes Kafka cluck. "If Kafka wants to hang out with yaudah, just don't work with Yas." continued the girl, if Kafka was being very nice to her, then Yashinta would be much better.

"Today Yas did not see Saras. Where's he going, Dad, Kafka?" ask Yashinta, this time changing the topic while enjoying the original snack that Kafka treats. Kafka beside him turned his head then shrugged his shoulders. To be honest Kafka was worried that every child would not go to school, fearing that Saras might be under threat from his father.

He was afraid that Papa Saras would cross the line.

"Saras came to Papa's company's birthday show that time, he came with his Papa." tell the girl, Kafka was silent with a straight forward look but her ears were clearly listening.

"Her father looked good, but Saras rich was not comfortable. Before leaving, Saras said his Papa was nyekik him." continued Yashinta, this time Kafka looks upset even cursing slowly. He thought Papa Saras would no longer play hands, apparently the habit was difficult to remove.

"Yas saw himself a bruise on his neck. Yas pity Saras, Kafka." the girl's face looks sad, this time Kafka turned his head and saw Yashinta's beautiful face covered with sadness.

"It must not be easy to be Saras." he continued, Kafka did not respond at all, just looked at Yashinta and maybe for the first time he realized if he caught a beautiful impression on the face of the girlfriend. During this time, Kafka very rarely paid attention to the girl.

Yashinta turned, and found Kafka staring at him. For a moment, the two's gaze met, Yashinta frowning to find Kafka unblinking.

"Why is it that geliatin Yas is rich?" ask the girl who made Kafka blink, aware of her daydream.

"Yes pretty?" ask the girl again, winking her eyes with her hands cupped to both sides of her face.

Kafka reached out, Yashinta thought she would wipe her cheek but the man ruffled Yashinta's bangs, making her fall apart. Gadia was clearly not accepted, he pursed his lips even when Kafka helped to tidy up his bangs.

"Living said beautiful, hard, like. I can't, Kafka, thank you Yas."

"Yes, you are not beautiful."

"Who says, many say Yas is beautiful, Kafka doesn't know."

"Who tried?"

"There–" a quick glance at the message Gibran sent after he sent his picture to the man flashed through Yashinta's mind. The girl just blinked slowly, Kafka looked at her face. "Who?" kafka asked with a frown on her forehead.

"There's a–, anyway." the girl said nervously, making Kafka fold her arms around her chest with a clingy look. "Papa Yas is also often praising the beautiful Yas." she said again, looking at Kafka fearlessly. His nervousness just vanished.

"Gue is not."

"Ih."

It's free to argue with Kafka, Yashinta won't win. He chose to take back the snack and enjoy it. Kafka next to him was playing on his phone. For a long time both of them were shrouded in silence, until then Yashinta turned to Kafka and saw if the girlfriend was looking at a photo.

"That's what Kafka is?" Kafka turned his head, he showed Yashinta a cell phone. The girl grabs him and looks at slide by slide photos showing some parts of a person's body where there are many scars, until the last slide, Yashinta sees a photo of Saras with a cut on the tip of his lips.

The girl looked surprised, Kafka who had predicted the reaction of the girlfriend only took over the phone from Yashinta's hands.

"Kafka, is that Saras?" ask Yashinta, don't believe it. If it gets that bad, it means Saras is in danger. He lives in a wolf cage.

"Gue took this photo just in case, as proof that Saras would take his Papa to the green table."

"Continue?"

Kafka shook his head, looking disappointed.

"Saras doesn't want to."

"Reason?" Kafka looked at his girlfriend.

"Saras must have had a reason, Kafka." Yashinta answered the astonishment on the girlfriend's face.

"She said she didn't want to put her in danger if the case was brought to justice."

"It can't be dong, Kafka. Saras put himself in danger." Yashinta sewot and gets upset.

"Saras will be fine as long as he recalls his bokapnya." Kafka was soothing, but had no effect on Yashinta.

"That's the problem Kafka, Saras sometimes volunteers. He said he often violated his Papa's ban on meeting his mom. That's what makes her dad always so angry." Yashinta looks frustrated, while Kafka's attention is completely distracted at the girl.

How could Kafka have hurt a woman as tender as Yashinta?

TB