Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Cheated

"So all this time, the acquaintance you mean. He's my brother?"

"So you've been deketing my girl?"

Gibran only stared at Yashinta's departure resignedly as Kafka pulled the girl away from him. Mother who was there looked confused, it seemed like she understood the situation that was happening, so she grabbed the hand of her eldest son.

"Yashinta and Kafka have been dating for several months." tell Mommy, Gibran just looked at Mommy with a glare.

"Mother's fault for not knowing Kafka's girlfriend is the same as you." Mother calms. I don't want Gibran to feel guilty. Gibran only nodded faintly, rubbed the back of Mother's hand and recalled the Yashinta phone wallpaper.

Now he remembered that Kafka had put up the same wallpaper. Gibran said to himself, he should have realized that. He was late and embarrassed himself.

This time the man sighed, how could Yashinta be dating her sister. How could the woman he loved turn out to be his sister-in-law.

****

"Kafka, loose!"

"It hurts!" the girl complained, holding her wrists reddened by Kafka's check.

"Lake in!"

Yashinta looked at her boyfriend with teary eyes. "Look Yashinta!" Kafka repeated his command with great emphasis. Half annoyed, Yashinta said, sitting himself in the seat beside the steering wheel in a rough motion.

Tears that fell soaked his cheeks he wiped with the back of his hand. Angry, Yashinta was very angry and upset. But he could do nothing to the man next to him who started driving, leaving the restaurant parking lot. Even Yashinta did not say goodbye to Mother and Gibran. Kafka took him away without any consideration.

Beside him, Kafka drove the car with a wandering mind. Recalling again how the first time he found out if Yashinta had an acquaintance. Who in a short time can be familiar with the girl.

Kafka steps on the car brakes, making the car stop suddenly, Yashinta's body staggers slightly forward but the girl is not proyes. Only one thing came to his mind. Is Kafka going to drop him off halfway, like the guy did?

He looked at Kafka, who had raised his hand. "What, Kafka?"

"Hp loe!"

Yashinta hands over her phone even though she knows what her boyfriend is going to do. Kafka opens the chat app, viewing the Angels contact name that is just below Kafka's name as an embedded message. The man screeches to read the story chat girlfriend with her brother.

Then Kafka switched to the call list. He laughed discordantly. Recalling the night he could not reach Yashinta, the girl was apparently on a call with Gibran. Kafka believes the Masha id on Gibran's phone is a Yashinta contact.

The man again screeched as he recalled the incident last time at the cinema. It seems Kafka began to be convinced that at that time he did not look wrong. It was Gibran and Yashinta. Apparently they are.

Even they watch movies together?

"How long have you been cheating on me?" Kafka voiced out with his baseless accusations, Yashinta seemed surprised to hear that from Kafka.

"I mean Kafka, what?" the face of the girl looked astonished.

"How long have you been cheating on Gibran?"

"Yas no cheating Kafka, Yas same Mas Gibran only a victory!"

"It's just a question why do we have to call every day? Why do we have to chat every day?"

"Why do you have to go to Gibran's apartment!" Kafka was fiery and made Yashinta even more surprised because the man knew about it. "Loe did the same thing with Gibran, huh!" kafka's accusations are passing. Making tears Yashinta increasingly unstoppable and fell freely.

"Why Kafka is so evil with Yas!" the girl screamed.

"Loe did it with Gibran!" Kafka repeated his question in a voice that was no less high as well.

"Never say anything!"

"Lied!"

"Loe met Gibran there and you made a deal, huh?"

"Loe gave Loe's body to Gibran?" Kafka looked angry. While Yashinta looked helpless, she could not resist even if she did nothing wrong. He never knew that Kafka and Gibran were brothers.

He also never did anything to cross the line with Gibran. Except .., except for the kiss, and remembering it now makes Yashinta feel guilty about Kafka.

"Yas Mas Gibran did not say anything about Kafka. For God's sake Yas did not know that Kafka was the same Mas Gibran sodaraan. Yas is not cheating!" the girl explained with tears. But Kafka did not seem to care. I opened the window of the car. Throwing Yashinta's phone away. Makes the girl just stare out staring kendela.

"From now on, you don't have to be in touch with Gibran!" kafka's instruction then drove his car. Yashinta just resigned in his place, he could only cry all the way even to arrive in front of the gate of his house.

Yashinta got out of Kafka's car without saying a word, as did Kafka who said nothing or at least apologized to Yashinta for his rude actions.

After Yashinta disembarked, Kafka drove his car away from Yashinta. There was a lump of annoyance in his heart. I don't know on what basis. Either because Yashinta was related to Gibran, or perhaps because Gibran seemed to fall in love with Yashinta.

One thing hangs for sure for Kafka, if he doesn't want to see the two men together.

Yashinta spontaneously crouched in place. Crying so much while hugging his knees and making the security guard at his post confused to see his master's son.

****

Kafka parked his car with the origin in the courtyard of the house, so out he just stared at Gibran's car which was also there. His sister must have delivered Mother and is currently still at home.

Kafka sighed, but inevitably stepped into his house. Time showed at ten o'clock in the night and the house seemed to be deserted. Mother also seems to have been in her room.

Kafka walked up the stairs to his room, he immediately entered and closed the door. As soon as he turned around, he stared at Gibran who was sitting at his study table with a book in his hand.

The man closed the book when he found the owner of the room arriving, then put the book on Kafka's study table, turning it back to its original place.

"You can't get Yashinta home?" ask Gibran. Honestly, he panicked when he found the two people were not outside the restaurant and even Kafka's car was not in its place. He was afraid that Kafka would do things considering that Kafka's soul was just a young man who often solved problems with emotions.

But Mother managed to calm him down and kept Gibran at home to wait for Kafka's return and talk to his sister. After all, Gibran wanted to straighten out any misunderstandings that occurred.

"It's none of your business!" Kafka said indifferently and took off the black sports coat he was wearing and threw it on the bed. Leave a black shirt on his body.

"Mas doesn't know that Yashinta is your girlfriend at all." Gibran said. He will still speak even if Kafka does not want to listen.

"Mas knew him a month ago. Help him when he's alone in the middle of the street at night." he continued. A moment Kafka pegged, recalling the incident in which he dropped the girl off on the street after training from Alley Youth headquarters.

Kafka closed his eyes for a moment. Indirectly, he was the one who interceded to bring the two people together.

"We became familiar because it turned out Yashinta Pak Andri Wiraguna's son. Our company has been in business for many years with his company." said Gibran again.

"Mas feels Yashinta's a good girl. She is cheerful, open, honest with her feelings and Mas–"

"Fell in love with her?" Kafka interjected quickly with a glance in a straight line at Gibran. Gibran seemed to sigh, then nodded.

"Mas falls in love with Yashinta. For a few hours after finding out that Yashinta is your girlfriend, Mas thought Mas would be able to get rid of Mas's feelings for him. But it turns out not." Gibran's length, creating Kafka's fist to display the books in his fingers.

"Loe bego. Loe is still in love with a girl who is clearly a boyfriend adek loe. Is there no girl outside but Yashinta?"

"A lot, but there's no one like Yashinta. And Mas just fell in love with Yashinta–pacar kamy" said Gubran who made Kafka look more angry.

Gibran was silent for a while and bowed his gaze until then he looked at his sister with a resigned look.

"Kafka, for this time I won't give you up there. Sorry."

TB