Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Don't Know What

Kafka knew his older brother, as a child who grew up directly under the care of their father, Gibran grew up to be a persistent person and always got what he wanted.

Gibran always got what he had to get. But with Kafka, that doesn't happen. With Kafka, Gibran always succumbed in all things.

Because as a brother, he must make his sister happy, must give the best for his sister. Buy whatever Kafka wants and give whatever he has if Kafka wants.

Gibran always succumbed in all things to Kafka. Anything without exception.

But this time, Kafka saw a different highlight from his older brother, he saw Gibran as a Gibran Abiansyah who was persistent and firm in principle.

"Mas is in love with Yashinta. Kafka, for this time I will not lose to you. Sorry."

Kafka was grieving, obviously he didn't like anyone to bully him. Regardless of the feeling he loves Yashinta or not, Yashinta is still his and he will not hand it over to anyone even if that person is Gibran–one who has sacrificed a lot for him.

"Ambil–"

"–Kalo loe can!"

Kafka knew very well how Yashinta loved her very much. It won't be easy for Yashinta to turn to another man.

***

Saras did not understand the reason why Yashinta preferred to sleep in the guest room rather than one room with her in the girl's room. But one thing is certain if Saras sees Yashinta coming home in a state of chaos. His eyes were swollen with his messy appearance.

That girl must have gotten in trouble.

"Yes, are you okay?" saras asked, unsure of the girl's situation. But forcing Yashinta to tell a story is also not a good thing considering it feels like they are not familiar enough to really open with each other.

"Yes well, Saras. Yas just wanted to do it himself." the girl who was buttoning the pajama button turned lethargic. Makes Saras feel bad in his place. How could the owner of the room come out?

"Gue aja, deh who moved to the guest room" said Saras, he would really feel very bad if Yashinta had to leave his room. Yashinta stopped the movement of her hand, then looked at Saras unwell. Honestly Yashinta wants to hide her feelings, but she is completely hurt and can't pretend to look okay.

Yashinta looked at the girl with a sad look. Saras smiled and rubbed the back of Yashinta's hand. "Sorry, Yas, yes. Saraz."

"No papa, you relax. I understand." said Saras understandingly.

"It's my way to the guest room, you calm yourself, well." said Saras who then passed away, out of Yashinta's room afterwards. After the girl's departure, Yashinta just stared at the door of her room. He didn't mean to make Saras feel uncomfortable. But his heart was really not calm right now.

Yashinta walked towards her study table. Pick up a book with a bubblegum-colored cover that he got from Gibran yesterday. Take her to the bed and hug her.

"Mas Gibran, I'm sorry Yas." If he found out who the girlfriend's sister was, it probably wouldn't be like this. If he were careful of the Kafka family, there would be no misunderstanding.

But, if it does. Will his familiarity with Gibran be intertwined as it is now?

Without a trace of tears Yashinta dripped, recalling a line of heart-wrenching Kafka sentences, wounding him.

"Why is Kafka evil with Yas?" her tears flowed back with drowsiness that slowly attacked her. He subconsciously compared Kafka and Gibran's attitude in treating him. Yashinta could not deny the fact that Gibran was much better at him than his own girlfriend Kafka–.

Before long, the girl's eyes slowly closed, she fell asleep with a bubblegum book of blank pages that slipped out of her arms.

While elsewhere, Gibran who decided to stay at the Mother's house at the Mother's insistence was just staring at the ceiling of his room. The man is in a supine position with both hands as a cushion.

Gibran grabbed the phone. Open the chat app and open its chat window with Yashinta as an embedded message. Being at the top. Gibran has no idea since when he fell in love with Yashinta.

But for sure, since then Gibran can not control his feelings.

****

Even the next morning, it seems that Yashinta's mood has not improved, the girl looks lethargic even in the presence of Andri. Saras shrugged his shoulders when Andri asked about his situation because he did not know what happened to Yashinta.

The girl had not told me and Saras also did not have the initiative to ask. Along the way to school, the two of them just fell silent. Yashinta as usual just stared out the window of the car with his head propped up on the window glass of the car.

"Yes,"

******* yashinta's breath was heard when Saras started to open the chat. Before long the girl turned to him with a disheveled look.

Kafka's sentence that accused him of having an affair continued to ring in his head. Be honest with the expression of love that Gibran once expressed to her. Almost made Yashinta's head break thinking about it.

"Maybe Yas should rest at home, Saras" she said, almost crying. Saras immediately rubbed the top of his head gently.

"Loe what's up, anyway, my same story."

Yashinta again sighed, but then she started telling stories as it happened to her. If he had an acquaintance who turned out to be Kafka's brother, the severity of the three of them met dramatically. Just like a soap opera.

"So you don't know that Mas Gibran is Kafka's brother?" ask Saras. He was very surprised to hear the story of Yashinta. He mistook the familiarity of the two when Saras saw him hugging in front of the gate because the two were familiar as brothers-in-law. But in fact it is not, Saras wrongly guessed.

"Saras knows?"

"Know, I often go to the house of Kafka and–" the girl paused her sentence, closing her mouth tightly when she saw Yashinta cut her lips to hear what she said.

Yashinta, of course, was sad, apparently Saras knew more about Kafka than he did. Yashinta knows nothing about Kafka.

"I just know. Yesterday I saw Mas Gibrab nganterin loe, I guess you know he's Kafka's brother and Mas Gibran knows that loe's boyfriend. Apparently not?" Saras continued his sentence and asked later, still in disbelief at what Yashinta said.

Yashinta nodded her head. "Yas doesn't know at all. Kafka never said he had a sister. But Mommy told you a story, but Mas Gibran never told you about his family."

"Jas knows nothing about themx Saras." explains Yashinta, Saras can't do anything but just wipe Yashinta's back as the girl splashes in her arms with a sob.

***

Ranti looked panicked when she arrived and saw the school gate that had been closed. The girl's breath hunted after all her might ran after time, but she was already very hungry recently from home. But badas, when the bus he stabbed had a leak that hampered his trip.

"Sir, bukain dong. Just two minutes late." Ranti pleads.

"Ouch, sorry. Can't be Non-Ranti." The security guard who had just closed the gate seemed to put on an unpleasant look. Honestly, he often feels sorry for children who are late, but the school has rules and he can not break.

"Sir please dong sir."

"It's the school rule Non, I can't."

"Father cheated so much, Kafka's turn was given way truant. My time of learning is not allowed in, sir. Plis dong Sir." Ranti pleaded with a clear look.

The security guard inside there looked confused and felt cornered. "Open the gate sir." a voice from behind Ranti made the girl turn her head.

"Sean," Ranti frowned.

"Loe's bad luck too?" kali Ranti squinted her eyes. Sean nodded his head without interest. Ranti screeched, "cool car, but the road is slow, bad luck, wonder." decaknya later. While Sean looked to shrug his shoulders indifferently.

In reality, he should have arrived ten minutes ago at school. But because he accidentally saw a girl who got out of the bus and ran towards the school, he deliberately slowed down the speed of his car. Because to give him a ride, he felt unsure to do so.

So that the misfortune together becomes a way for him.

"I'm sorry Sean, I can't. I'll have to get angry at the headmaster." Satpam dilemma.

Ranti has resigned, the arrival of Sean who misfortune and incidentally is Kafka's sidekick turned out not to help him at all. Until a car from the back of the two men honked, making Ranti and Sean turn and smile at each other meaningfully knowing if what came was their BK teacher's car.

The security guard who opened the gate could not prevent the moment the two late men barged in. Previously, Sean also handed over his car keys to the School Security.

"Sir, ask for help my car goes into the dalem." he said who ran ngibrit with Ranti to class.

"YOU TWO. TO MY ROOM AT REST HOURS LATER" Teacher BK who opened the window of his car shouted at the two people.

Saras and Sean heard, but the two men just kept running, turned to each other and threw a smile.

BK space becomes the second affair, the first is to enter the class and not miss the lesson.

TB