Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

How's Today?

Yashinta stretched out his arms, enjoying the breeze that hit his body as he stood at the end of the building, he rested his hands on the building barrier, while Kafka sat there.

"Aren't you afraid of falling?" he asked with narrowed eyes as he looked up at Kafka. Kafka just turned his head, then said briefly. "No."

"Loe's going up?" kafka asked later, Yashinta was silent. His courage is very small to do what his girlfriend does even if there is Kafka next to him.

"Loe's afraid of jatoh?" As Kafka guessed the look on Yashinta's face, the girl nodded her head.

"My face. I'm not going to tell you about jatoh." Kafka stretched out his hand, Yashinta shook his head, but still grabbed Kafka's hand. "Jas held Kafka's hand, but did not want to go up. Yas phobia of heights, Kafka."

"Aaa––"

The girl only closed her eyes as she felt herself flying into the air. As soon as he opened his eyes, he stood with Kafka at the building's perimeter, spontaneously embracing Kafka's hand. "Kafka, afraid." he looked at Kafka with a helpless look on his face, then closed his eyes tightly.

Kafka slowly took off the girl's hand though it was ultimately futile as Yashinta held on very tightly to her. "Loe relaxes, standing here does not serem." said Kafka with his leisure, but Yashinta did not listen even though in the end, slowly he calmed down and saw the streets below him. Seeing the vehicle above altitude.

If one foot stumbles the other time, it's over. Yashinta smiles.

Kafka's right, not bad it turns out. During this time, while in the school rooftop, Yashinta only saw the streets from the area inside the barrier. He had to tiptoe because the barrier is quite high.

"Such beautiful Kafka." decaknya, no longer afraid even though the grip on Kafka's hand is still very tight.

"Otherwise it's malem."

"Kafka ever been here malem-malem?"

Kafka nodded his head as Yashinta looked at him. "Pas school event."

"Later sometime, bring Yas malem-malem here, yeah." he asked. Kafka did not respond, causing Yashinta to shake her hand.

"Well, Kafka." as usual the girl persuaded with a little force.

"Gue didn't promise."

"Ih, Kafka, yeah."

"Yes, yeah, later. Somewhen."

Some time later, the two sat on the building's divider, this time Yashinta seemed to keep his distance from Kafka. He no longer seemed afraid to be there. Yashinta and Kafka enjoyed the breeze, spending time resting and waiting for the bell to ring.

****

"Replace, Ranti."

Yashinta runs after Ranti who just passed after the bell came home. Ranti. "What's up, Yas?" tanyakanya. Yashinta raised her hand in front of Ranti. First set his messy breath.

"Ranti hastily. From earlier Yas call-not nyut." said Yashinta as soon as his breathing began to normal.

"Oh, i–iya, Yas. I was in a hurry." Ranti stiffened, making Yashinta frown. Ranti looks very different these two days. Starting after they came home from the restaurant, that was how Yashinta felt.

"Why?" ranti asked when she saw the look on Yashinta's face that looked gloomy.

"When will you be back at Yas's house?" Yashinta asked back.

"When, uh, later."

"Jas feeling, or really, Ranti is different." her comments expressed her feelings, Ranti frowned.

"Different why? I love it this time, Yas." The girl laughed, clearly visible if forced. He then patted Yashinta on the shoulder and asked. "Where are your break hours?" choose to divert the conversation.

"Yas same Kafka, on the rooftop." Yashinta replied resignedly, not wanting to lie to Ranti, while Ranti sighed at hearing her answer.

"Loe's still coming to the rooftop?"

"If a teacher sees you being punished, how?" Ranti was worried, this time her face looked serious. There is no nepotism at Firgo High School even though Yashinta is the son of the school foundation owner.

"Jas is fine, Ranti." Yashinta. Ranti was silent, adjusted her breathing then smiled. "Gue a lot of work at the restaurant, I have to hurry. I went back first, yeah, bye."

"Les math Ranti? It's Les' schedule, right?"

"Gue stops."

"Well?"

"There's no time, Yas. Loe just calm down, I keep studying at home anyway, I will not miss the material." he said which then passed quickly from the front of Yashinta before the girl returned to talk.

For Ranti, a few days away from Yashinta would not be a problem. He was calming down and reassuring himself that he would not be hurt by the closeness between Yashinta and Gibran.

Ranti knows Yashinta has Kafka, he even knows well how his best friend loves his girlfriend. But what he told Yashinta while staying at the girl's house after Yashinta told him about his kiss with Gubran continued to ring in Ranti's head.

"Yashinta, as much as you love Kafka. Not that you can't fall in love with another person anymore."

"Loe is young. Loe is free to fall in love many times with anyone."

****

Yashinta grabbed the phone as soon as she took a shower and tidied herself up. Time shows at eight o'clock at night when the door of his room is knocked followed by the voice of Bi Rasti who called his name.

Intention of the girl to send a message to the boyfriend to call him urung, he chose to save the phone and open the room door.

"What's Bi?" tanyanya, he had scrunched his forehead staring at the look on Bi Rasti's face that looked panicked.

"In front there's Non Yas,"

"Who Bi? Ranti?"

"Not Non, don't know. Women, he said temen Non Yas." said Bi Rasti looked hesitant.

Don't want to die curious. Yashinta immediately passed from there, half running down the stairs and making Bi Rasti shout at her name.

Yashinta walked towards the exit and opened it, standing on the porch of the house and finding a girl with a oversized hoodie who could not even show her face standing in front of the gate of the house.

While Bi Rasti who followed the footsteps of his master's son just silently stared at the terrace with a scared face. The one who came to the guest was a mysterious person, even the house guards did not let him in for fear that the person had ill intentions.

"It's–gue Yashinta." said the girl as Yashinta looked at her in wonder. Yashinta silenced her mouth as the girl before her lowered the hoodie from her head.

She was Saras, with a bloody-looking forehead and made Yashinta surprised. "Gue wants to come to Kafka's house. But I want you to never forbid me to go there. So I came here." the girl spoke with great difficulty.

"Sir, open the gate!" the instructions are on the house security. "Good, Non."

Yashinta immediately exited the gate as soon as the gate opened, he touched Saras' arms and looked at the girl's body, making sure Saras was fine.

"Saras, what's wrong?"

"Gue–gue hit the shoulder of the road."

Yashinta frowned. "Gue ran away from home. I can't stand it, Yashinta. Bokap I–for now I meet saka nyokap I–while every day, he brings prostitutes to the house. I'm sick of everything."

Saras cried hysterically afterwards, there was nothing Yashinta could do except just hug Saras, grab the girl in his arms and rub Saras' back full of tenderness.

Yashinta's eyes also glazed over, he felt tight, felt the pain that Saras felt.

****

Kafka soon arrives as Yashinta contacts him if Saras is at his home after an accident. Saras also had treatment, Bi Rasti treated his wounds because he refused when Yashinta would call a doctor.

Yashinta could clearly see how the worried look on Kafka's face was upon seeing Saras, as well as the calmness on his face when he found Saras fine.

"Loe really isn't papa, is she?" Kafka made sure once again that there were no wounds that the girl had hidden.

"Gue's fine."

"For two days you didn't go to school, didn't you?"

"Gue ain't papa, Kafka."

Yashinta who was leaning against the wall near the door of her room just stared at the interaction of the two people. He was jealous, but this time he gave Kafka an understanding, especially Saras.

"Kafka wanted to drink what, Yas made "the bargain, but Kafka did not seem to hear and was still busy watching Saras. Yashinta had no other choice but to just go from there and take his own initiative regarding what drinks he would bring to Kafka.

The girl passed by, along with a clink on her phone that signified an incoming message. He only smiled faintly when reading if the sender of the message was Gibran. The man sent her a photo, a book with a beautiful-looking bubblegum-colored cover.

Malicates

I met a client this afternoon at the Mall. I stopped by Gramed and saw a new book. I intentionally bought it for you.

The girl was grieving, but no doubt a sweet smile rose on her lips as well. Before long, he immediately typed out a reply.

Deliberately buy a book for Yas to meet, huh?

Angel

Too predictable, huh?

Ja. Gravely.

Angel

How is it today? What happened good.

"Formally very, rich articles." decaknya.

Yashinta stopped his steps when he arrived at the kitchen. He was silent after reading a message from Gibran. Gibran was the one who often asked him such a thing. Simple, but strangely always makes Yashinta feel valuable.

As if every day for him was important, he had to remember everything clearly because later someone would ask.

The girl recalls the events of today, her friendship with Kafka at the school rooftop, Ranti's different attitude, and Saras' arrival to her house in a state of injury.

Yashinta types a reply with a smile on her lips.

A lot of things happened today Mas Gibran. Too long for Yas.

Angel

Then you can tell me when we meet.

Angel

Let's meet soon.

TB