Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

The Goodness of a Yashinta

Before going to bed, Saras told me that he really missed his mother. Even to just talk to the mother over the phone, the papa did not give permission and made Saras become frustrated.

The girl was determined to run away from home even though she knew what kind of consequences she would later bear for her actions.

Yashinta over there just listened. The girl was pretty sure if she didn't have to give any input or comment. Because of what Yashinta knew, Saras only needed a listener, nothing more.

"Saras can stay at Yas's house as long as Saras wants. Yas's room is spacious, if Saras doesn't want a room with Yas. Later let Yas tell Bi Rasti to finish the guest room." at length the girl after Saras was satisfied to tell a story. Saras just smiled in response, wiping his tears.

"Gue doesn't want to bother you."

"Nerepotin coke, Saras. It was Yas who nawarin, not Saras who asked."

This time Saras tilted his body, facing Yashinta. Makes Yashinta tilt her head. "It seems we are not familiar enough to be able to sleep one bed rich gini" said Saras who made Yashinta smile clumsily.

Obviously what Saras said is true. Both are not familiar enough to sleep in the same bed. Moreover, Yashinta often felt jealous and upset at Saras for his closeness to Kafka.

"Surely I often make loose sprains because I'm the same deket, Kafka, yeah?" the girl could read Yashinta's mind and make Yashinta dumbfounded in her place, she just smiled faintly. Can't say anything to Saras. For the umpteenth time, what Saras said was true.

"Sorry, Yashinta" he continued, wiping the back of Yashinta's hand that hugged his favorite bolster.

"Loe don't get me wrong, Dad. I'm the same Kafka has nothing to do." Saras continued. Yashinta is still listening.

"Good as I may be out of pity. From the beginning he knew how I was and only he was always there for me." said Saras again.

"Gue always felt that I had no one but Kafka."

Yashinta immediately grabbed Saras' hand as soon as she saw the girl's eyes piquing the clear crystal. "Saras don't say that, Dad. Now, Saras not only has Kafka, but Yas's too."

"Saras need not worry. Saras was not alone." the girl reassured with a smile. Saras smiled back even though tears spilled and wet his pillow.

"Why are you so good, Yashinta?" asked Saras, all this time the two just know each other's names because they know the same person–Kafka.

"Because Kafka is good with Saras, Yas must be good too.But not just to Saras, it must be to everyone."

"Yas has to be good to everyone,"

"Yas' life must be of benefit to others."

****

"Papa." the girl greeted Andri who was already sitting at the dinner table for breakfast. Yashinta looked back when Saras stopped his steps as soon as he saw Papa Yashinta.

"Papa Yas is good, Saras should not be afraid."

"If he's just alesan I'm nginep?" Saras worries.

"Saras calm down, Papa will understand. If Saras is ready to tell everything, Papa Yas can help." Yashinta reassured when Saras' face was so frightened.

"Hay, honey." Andri returned his daughter's greeting. Make Yashinta hold Saras' hand and take her down to the ground floor, continue their steps up the stairs.

"Papa inget Saras, right?" yashinta asked when she found the full face asked the papa as soon as she saw Saras with him.

"Mm, remember. Turns out you're familiar." Andri did not expect that her daughter had a close friend other than Ranti. He certainly feels very calm. Without asking much, Andri invited Saras to sit down and have breakfast.

Andri already knew some of the stories from her domestic assistant last night when she came home from the company. If Yashinta comes a guest who is none other than his friend.

Yashinta was right, if her Papa is indeed very good. He didn't even ask the reason why Saras was staying over and why this morning he wasn't wearing his school uniform.

"Darling, today Papa came home late again, well. You don't have to wait for dinner." tell Andri on the sidelines to eat.

"Why is it overtime again? Papa's job is a lot, huh?" Yashinta. Not not to understand the busyness of the papa, only he felt worried if Andri often worked too hard, late to eat and to sacrifice his sleep.

Andri simply smiled in response to her daughter's concerns. Apparently, the simple interaction did not escape Saras' radar, in a while, he was jealous of the closeness between the child and the father.

If only, his relationship with the papa was as good as that. Saras will be very happy even though his parents are separated.

"Saras stay at home if you don't want to go to school first" Yashinta said when the girl was leaving school.

Saras refuses to go to school even though Yashinta lends him a uniform. Saras is afraid that his papa will look for him at school and make a scene. He didn't want that to happen.

"Saras in Yas aja room, if Saras bosen can watch tv or chat with Bi Rasti who semalem ngobatin Saras." he said again. Saras just nodded his head with a smile, Yashinta is indeed chatty with all forms of attention.

"Loe, just calm down, you learn the real thing in school. I'll be fine."

Saras grimaced at the behavior of the girl. He smiled and shook his head and went inside the house and walked straight up the stairs to Yashinta's room.

It feels awkward to have to roam around inside Yashinta's house.

The girl sat on the balcony chair, staring at the cell phone she had been turning off since last night. Saras hesitated to fiddle with him, he wanted to calm down first, he did not want the phone or message the father sent would make him falter.

Saras only took a moment, a moment apart from his own papa check.

****

Along the way to school, Yashinta just stared out the window of the car, which he used to do. Seeing the activities of people in the morning until his phone rings makes him immediately reach for the phone he keeps in a bag on his lap.

Id Angel adorned the screen of the phone, with a smile, the girl immediately shifted the green icon and stuck the flat object into her ear.

"Hallo Mas Gibran, good morning." Yashinta immediately greeted cheerfully. The atmosphere in the morning was as bright as the weather today.

"Hay Masha, good morning too." Gibran retaliated at the end there. For a few seconds, the two people only smiled at each other after hearing each other's voices. Then Yashinta heard Gibran mendehem at the other end.

"You've gone to school?"

"Yes. This is on the road."

"It's good that it is."

Yashinta scrunched his forehead. "What's up, Mom?"

"I'm in front of your school."

"Huh?"

"I want to banter the book I said last night–" Gibran paused his sentence, making Yashinta secretly bite his fingernails waiting for the man to continue.

"I also want to meet you."

Yashinta held back her smile, then looked at the street in front of her. The distance to school is still quite far.

"Mm, fifteen more minutes Yas nyampe. How, long time?"

"Can I wait another hour or two if I need to, or a year? I'm strong, Yashinta."

This time Yashinta laughed, with Gibran their chat was very playful, but always memorable. That's how Yashinta felt.

"Mm, jaudah. Yas in two years is like nyampe."

"Yasudah, I wait until the plural is also not papa, for the sake of Adek."

"You can do it!" Yashinta chuckled this time. "Udah ah, the joke. Yas will soon be happy, Mas Gibran wait for ya."

"Yes,"

"Bah, Mas Gibraan. I'll see you in fifteen minutes."

After that, the call was interrupted. Yashinta put the phone on her thigh. "Sir, speed a little well" he asked his personal driver.

"Ready, Non."

The girl continued to develop a smile, shortly after, her phone rang again. Yashinta immediately shifted the green icon and put the flat object in the ear without reading who the caller was.

"Hallo, Mommy. Yas said fifteen more minutes."

"Loe can go to the hospital now?"

Yashinta frowned, distancing her phone and realizing that the caller was her boyfriend.

"Hospital? What's up Kafka?"

TB

Well, it's not like a meeting with Mas Gibran :"(