Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Oh Turns out

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"Papa Saras hasn't called Saras yet?" ask Yashinta. Both were preparing to sleep. The two people were stretched out with focused eyes staring at the ceiling of the room.

"Not because I didn't open my phone. I'm afraid Papa will bite me again." said Saras with a wistful. Yashinta turned to him, grabbed Saras' hand and rubbed it.

"Gue's not ready to go back home, Yashinta."

"Yes, Saras. Just calm down, Yas has said Saras is free to stay at Yas's house as long as Saras wants to." said the girl sincerely with a smile. Saras smiled back, "is Saras going to school tomorrow or not?" yashibta asked later, switching the conversation.

"Should. I can't keep missing lessons." Saras thought about that. It is impossible to keep on ditching and missing lessons. However, he hoped that Papa would not look for him for a while.

"By the way, your school sergeant will fit in my body?"

"Suit well, Saras take it easy."

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The next morning, Saras was actually wearing a Yashinta uniform. The girl has more than three school uniforms and her size with Saras is not so much different–just her heightjust–so there is nothing for Saras to worry about about her uniform.

Ranti who was just about to enter the gate looked astonished to see Yashinta coming with Saras. Of course, all this time Saras with Kafka was very close and so annoying to Yashinta, so did Ranti.

He hated that girl. Saras knew Kafka was dating Yashinta. But still close to Kafka without hesitation or thought of Yashinta's feelings.

Ranti sighed, how should she explain Yashinta's stupidity? Why would the girl give Saras a ride?

"Bye Yashinta's. I go first, yeah." the girl passed as soon as she got out of the car.

"Bye Saras." Yashinta waved and made Ranti wonder at the familiarity of the two people.

"Replace." Yashinta then realizes Ranti's presence and approaches the girl.

"Why can you do it with Saras?" Ranti immediately expressed her astonishment without further ado.

"Oh, yeah. Saras lives in Yas's house."

"What!"

"It's a long story, let's go to class. Later Yas story." There is no secret between the two, Yashinta pulled Ranti's hand towards the class, in the hallway, he passed Kafka. It seems that the man's situation is much better. Plaster stuck to his new wound.

Yashinta wanted to say hello and ask about her situation. But Kafka just ignored him and passed by Yashinta, complicating the emotions of Ranti who never liked him.

"You're in a fuss?" ask Ranti. He knew Kafka was like that. But usually, Yashinta looks ordinary because it is immune. But this time the girl was like carrying a burden.

"Kafka knew that Yas's acquaintance was a guy, he was angry." tell Yashinta, Ranti seemed to shrug indifferently. No wonder, Kafka if jealousy does seem like an evil person.

Ranti rolled her eyeballs. It's not clear until now Kafka was jealous or had any other intentions.

"Oh, yes, Yas also wants to tell something to Ranti."

"What?"

"When Yas came to Mas Gibran's apartment ..," the girl seemed hesitant, Ranti had frowned to listen to Yashinta continue her sentence.

"Don't be dramatic!"

"Tale hunt!" Ranti is ready for whatever Yashinta will tell her about her friendship with Gibran.

"Mas Gibran shot Yas."

"Hmm continues?" if usually Ranti will be very excited for such thrilling things, this time Ranti looks ordinary and looks forward to the continuation of the Yashinta story.

"Yas refuse, Ranti. Yas has Kafka."

"Kafka better than loe's acquaintance?" ask Ranti who made Yashinta stay in her place. Distraught, Gibran and Kafka were clearly different, and Yashinta did not want to compare the two.

"Geez, I can guess what loe's answer is." Ranti immediately took Yashinta to class. "What was Yas's answer?"

"Loe has a feeling like you're with that loe acquaintance."

"Oh, Ranti. Don't you know!"

Ranti just laughed at Yashinta's reply.

Ranti's reaction after hearing Yashinta's story about Saras was the same as Yashinta's when she first heard it from Kafka. Surprised and in disbelief. Apparently, there are many wounds that Saras hid.

It was natural for the girl to be cold, closed, haughty and indifferent. The weight of the begity u is heavy, and it bears it alone.

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Saras walked leisurely towards class as usual. Until a call stops his steps.

"Saras." the girl turned around, smiling to find Mother Dania there who was walking towards her with a few books in her hand.

"Good morning, Mom." Saras greeted the homeroom teacher politely.

"Morning, Saras."

"Some days you don't come in. Is there a problem?" his question made Saras slowly shake his head.

"Papa you call, he says if you go to school, I have to give it to you." said Ms. Dania who made Saras round her eyes.

"Mom, please don't tell my Papa that I go to school today. Please ma'am, I'm not ready to go home yet." she begged, made Ms. Dania look at her, understood the situation. Dani's mother finally chose to nod her head.

"If you have a family problem, it's solved quickly, yeah."

"I go first."

Saras just nodded, looking at Mother Dania who was walking away from him. After hearing this from Dania's mother, Saras felt unsettled. He was afraid that his father would tell people to watch him and make Saras endanger those around him.

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Yashinta tells Saras if he has an appointment to meet someone. Saras appreciates the privacy of the girl who welcomed her arrival at home and also her room so well that she does not ask much and only helps Yashinta tidy up.

"Wouldn't Saras be too big?" he asked when Saras with his hands began polishing his face. Saras shook his head with confidence. "No, you calm down. Beautiful pokonya, loe will pede maximum." Saras was a little exaggerated and made Yashinta laugh briefly.

Yashinta resigned, letting Saras put on her makeup until it was over. "Beautiful." praised Saras looking satisfied as Yashinta just stared at the reflection of her face in the mirror when it was done. Yashinta smiled, nodded his head and said hello to Saras.

"Laseless Yas, this is nothing" Saras said, while Yashinta just stared at the girl while rubbing the back of her hand until the sound of a clinking phone signifying a message entered makes Yashinta reach for his phone that he put on the dresser.

Angel

I'm already downstairs.

"Saras, Yas first, yeah."

"Yes, good luck." said Saras sincerely, Yashinta nodded. Waving his hands at Saras as he left the room.

Yashinta managed to catch her breath as she walked out of the house. Suddenly he felt nervous to meet Gibran, and he was even more nervous when he remembered that they were going to meet the Mother of Gibran.

The girl stepped slowly out of the house, Gibran who was standing on the porch turned around when he heard the sound of the door opening. She smiled at Yashinta coming out, wearing a dress from her and the girl looked so beautiful.

"Your face–"

"Menor, huh?" Yashinta interrupted quickly and looked worried, Gibran smiled. Shake your head and then continue. "Pretty."

Suddenly, the girl's cheeks heated up. He touched both sides of his face and made Gibran laugh at him. "Yas' cheeks must be red, huh?"

"Just be ashamed, Gibran, don't squirm!" this time the girl covered her face with both palms, while Gibran did not react. The girl slowly lowered her hands and showed her red face to Gibran.

"You're beautiful, you don't have to be ashamed." for a moment Yashinta just blinked in place, until then Gibran's hand grabbed her hand and led her to the car.

Yashinta stepped up to follow the man with the black tuxedo, looked at Gibran's back fixedly, then looked at his hand that the man was holding.

Along the way to a restaurant where Gibran had reservations there to bring Yashinta and his mother the two people just fell silent, until then Yashinta opened the conversation.

"It's just Mommy doang, isn't it?" yashinta asked the man to ease her nervousness.

Gibran looked at sebentra. "You think I brought a big family?"

"Yes, while bringing the handover." the girl replied with a joke and teratawa. Gibran also laughed, but then he asked in a slight whisper. "Want to?"

"Huh?" the girl looked confused and made Gibran smile. "Mother, same with my sister." Gibran calmed down so that Yashinta did not feel awkward.

"Mas Gibran has a sister?" the girl looked enthusiastic.

Gibran. Yashinta also nodded her head. "She's also at your school." she told him, Yashinta just turned and smiled. "You don't have to be nervous, Dad. My mother is good."

"Yes. Mas Gibran has already said the same to Yas." he said, making Gibran smile widely.

Yashinta walks side by side with Gibran entering the restaurant. The girl sighed several times, seeming to calm the thorns. Gibran alley saw it then grasped Yashinta's hand.

The girl looked over with her hands in Gibran's grasp. He didn't protest. Due to the fact, his nervousness slowly dissipated after Gibran clasped his hand.

"That's my Mother" Gibran said when they were close to the table occupied by the Mother and her sister. Yashinta carved her best smile, she will immediately greet Mother Gibran as soon as she arrives. He had to create the best impression in their first meeting.

"Mother." Gibran. Making the middle-aged woman raise her gaze so did a young man there.

Slowly, Yashinta's smile faded. Change the look of wonder and joy. His feelings were mixed, especially so seeing the young man who these days did not even reply to messages from him after the incident at the Hospital.

"Yashinta," Mother rose from her seat, while Kafka was still trying to digest what was happening before her, but her gaze was on Yashinta and Gibran's hands holding each other.

"Mother."

Yashinta and Mommy had a short hug. Makes Gibran wonder of course. Kafka also slowly got up from his seat.

"Are you really familiar?" ask Gibran. Considering Yashinta once wore a dress from the Mother's design, Gibran did assume that the two people already knew each other.

"Akrab Mas, Because–" Mother turned to her youngest son who looked disappointed. Kafka's eyes turned red with a smirk on his lips.

Mother turned her gaze to Gibran, then on Yashinta. He realized something if there was something wrong between them.

Gibran looked at the younger brother with a clueless look, while Yashinta looked resigned. But one thing that came to Yashinta's mind that he had just realized, he turned to Gibran beside him. Staring at the hands of the two who were still holding hands.

So, Gibran and Kafka are brothers?

The sister Gibran was referring to was Kafka? Why didn't Yashinta realize that their clan was the same?

"You also know Yashinta, Ka?" gibran asked the brother with a smile.

"Know." Kafka said briefly.

"She's my girl Mas." continued that made Mother look at her two sons alternately.

Slowly, the smile on Gibran's lips faded, he looked at Yashinta who was tenagh staring at Kafka.

"So all this time, the acquaintance you mean. He's my brother?" Kafka set his sights on Yashinta. Then switch to Gibran.

"So you've been deketing my girl?" the look of Kafka's eyes seemed mixed, he shifted the chair he had originally occupied.

Pulling Yashinta passed from there, making his hand in Gibran's grasp slip away slowly.

TB