Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Fucking Boy

Some time later, Yashinta was at the Hospital with Kafka lying on a gurney with a battered face.

"News now!"

"Just don't want to know!" his insistence was merciless. Kafka clucked, but his whole body was very sick, but Yashinta urged him to talk a lot about the coronology of the shaking that happened to him.

"Yas worried Kafka, Kafka fuss with other school children what how? Kafka's making a storm again with Sean?" his grip on Kafka grew tighter with reddened eyes, before long a clear crystal filled his eyes, ready to slide whenever he blinked.

"That's a hell, my girlfriend." Kafka rattled the top of the girl's head. Show Yashinta if he's okay.

"Yas was afraid of Kafka. All along the way Yas was worried. Yas was afraid that Kafka would leave Yas." this time the girl spoke with a sob. Her tears had washed her cheeks.

"Toment."

"Why not believe?"

"What kind of people do you call 'Mas? Loe told him to wait fifteen minutes for what?"

Yashinta rounded his eyes looking at Kafka, his sobbing stopped. A moment later he saw that Kafka's face looked different.

"It just so happens that you're deketing another guy?" kafka asked with a frown on his forehead, like a corner. Yashinta shook his head quickly. But Kafka seemed to be in disbelief.

"Who's Yashinta?" this time Kafka clasped Yashinta's hand tightly.

"Bu–no one, Kafka. Yas doesn't lie."

"Who?" Kafka continued to press because he did not believe what Yashinta told him.

"Jas' acquaintance is only. Which at that time was once Yas's story." finally Yashinta gave up on covering it from Kafka.

Kafka looks smirk. "Oh, so you know that guy?"

"Gue told Yashinta that he doesn't need to be with her!" Kafka looked angry, Yashinta painstakingly wanted to take off Kafka's hand checks but could not. Kafka didn't give him any light.

"How often do you meet and communicate, huh?" ask Kafka, sarcasm.

"Not often Kafka. We never met intentionally."

"So that ten times you've met it's all a coincidence?"

"Kafka." The girl's tears fell again, this time not because she was worried about Kafka, but she was afraid to see her boyfriend.

"Yashinta, you got me. Forever loe's got me as long as I still want to equal loe, loe's got me. It's just mine." Kafka pulled Yashinta's hand, causing the girl to end up in his arms lying down. Yashinta can't do anything. Only resigned in the decapitation of Kafka.

"Aren't you really fond of Yas or just obsessed?" ask him with a stick.

"Loe doesn't need to know anything, Yashinta. Loe just needs to keep the same limits as any guy and want one thing. Loe's not just loe's own."

Kafka's words kept ringing in Yashinta's head all the way to school, and he only remembered one thing if he had kept Gibran waiting for two hours.

When Yashinta regained consciousness, he immediately grabbed his cell phone, wiped his tears and tried to contact Gibran. But no, the man did not pick up the phone. Making Yashinta feel even more sad, he must have greatly disappointed Gibran, even though the man's time was precious, and Yashinta wasted it.

"Mas Gibran is angry?"

***

Meanwhile, in his company. Gibran was focused on listening to presentations from his employees in the meeting room. Ignoring his phone that had been vibrating since.

Gibran decided to go immediately to his company when the Yashinta he was waiting for did not come. The man's eyes stared at the book he was going to give Yashinta which he even brought to the meeting room.

"Sir Gibran, Mr. Gibran."

Intan chose to gently touch Gibran's shoulder as the man looked dreamy. Though in front there, his employees who finished the inauguration were waiting for a correction from him.

"Hmm, why?"

Gibran massaged the temple as all eyes were on him questioningly. Apparently he was daydreaming and ignoring the meetings that were going on.

The man returned to his room after the meeting dissolved and will resume next week. Gibran knew it was burdensome, but so he could not force himself and held meetings with conditions that were not possible.

"Private phone Mr. Gibran from earlier the sound continues. Maybe from your boyfriend." tell Intan while handing over Gibran's two cell phones.

Gibran who initially looked down looked up at the sight when he heard Intan mention the word 'boyfriend'. But Gibran did not respond to anything, just nodded his head and made his scheduler retreat and out of his room.

Gibran grabbed his personal cell phone. Dozens of missed calls from Yashinta were at the top of the call list. Gibran sighed, trying to smile as his phone rang again. Id Masha adorn the mobile phone screen.

Gibran understands Yashinta has a reason, but some time ago, Gibran's ego acted and he was very angry because he felt played.

"Yashinta Hallo?"

"Where is Mas Gibran? Yas in Mas Gibran's apartment now."

Gibran looked surprised at what the girl said, quickly getting up from his seat and grabbing the book he had been carrying for hours. His wide strides led him to the exit with his cell phone still stuck to his ear.

"Stay there, I'm going to the apartment now."

***

Kafka touched the bloody tip of her lips. Even the wounds Sean had given him yesterday had not fully recovered. But he already had to get another much worse wound.

"Gue doesn't want to know, Dad. Anyway you have to pay a lot for making me have to skip school today." decak Aris while helping Kafka to lie in the back of the car. Kafka contacted him as he was enjoying the break. The man wants to be picked up at the Hospital and Aris' loyal friend obviously can't resist.

"Gue pay later, how much money do you need?" kafka said after Aris sat on the steering wheel.

"Gile, belagu really you!" decak the man. Kafka ignored, his jaw hurt when used to talk.

The man took the seat, recalled what happened to him and made him have to end up in the Hospital.

On the way to school this morning, two black saloon cars stopped Kafka's car. Apparently it was Papa Saras's men who asked him where Saras was.

Obviously Kafka chose silence instead of sacrificing the girl he loved back into the wolf cage.

Kafka who chose that obviously had to accept the consequences and had to fight with them, four on one. They were the chosen ones with a high level of martial ability. While Kafka is just a young boy who has martial skills as necessary, never sharpened and do not have certain techniques. Of course he lost, lucky they had no interest in killing him.

But it was not that thing that was lodged in his head, but rather what he had told Yashinta a moment ago.

Kafka's jealous?

The man was grieving, obviously not. During this time, Kafka often kept his distance from the girl, from Yashinta. Aside from not loving Yashinta, she also doesn't want to end up falling in love with the girl and thwarting her initial mission of deciding on Yashinta after six months of dating.

What he said to Yashinta was clearly a form of self-protection so that the girl would not be lured to another man and cut off her relationship before six months.

Kafka will not let that happen. Obviously Kafka did not want to waste the time he sacrificed with Yashinta for Saras. Obviously not going to.

TB

Hmm, how is this Kafka. I did make him with that kind of character*k. Cannot be changed.