Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Bye Gibran

Yashinta fanned Ranti with the package book as the girl arrived at the class with her unkempt breath. Initially the sweat filled his sweat but Yashinta had wiped it with a tissue that was always available in his bag.

Fortunately, their biology teacher who was on time this morning had not arrived at the classroom. Ranti in hockey.

"Replace why until bad luck gini, anyway?" wonder Yashinta. Honestly, he does not have time to sympathize with anyone, but Ranti is an exception for him in the condition of his feelings and mood are falling apart.

"The bus that I'm lining the tires broke, so jaudah." Ranti recalls resignedly, making Yashinta sigh by continuing to fan Ranti, but when the girl's hand swallows, Ranti opens her bag, taking a mini-sized portable fan from there. Yashinta.

"Saras really didn't say that you brought a fan, anyway."

"Loe is not nanya." Ranti said indifferently while enjoying the wind from the portable fan she held.

"Yas pegel's hand will be." - his ally, Saras, did not reply. Just point the fan at Yashinta and make the girl brush her off with an annoyed face that actually looks funny in Ranti's eyes.

Yashinta rested both hands on the table, then lay his head there. Ranti who saw it would easily have been able to guess if something was wrong with the child. However, he did not ask, not no matter but Yashinta will certainly speak by itself later if he is ready to tell a story.

Ranti's mind was traveling in the other direction. If it's not wrong. Sean's first class student was math. Saras could not imagine how the fate of Sean when he met Mr. Herlambang who would have been in the classroom.

"Replace not to be directed to Yas fan!" Yashinta grumbled, Ranti who was unconscious had made Yashinta feel disturbed just a whimper.

Meanwhile, in class 12 IPA 2. Sean must face off against Mr. Herlambang, a math teacher who will not allow his students to enter if it comes too late.

Sean was just staring at the entrance, while Mr. Herlambang looked at him horror. While the other children looked gawking at Sean, knowing for sure what would happen next was not a good thing for Sean.

"Why are you late?" Mr. Herlambang already squinted his eyes.

"Street's jammed, sir."

"It's a cliche." Mr. Herlambang screeched. "Why don't you get up early to go to school early to avoid traffic?" Mr. Herlambang cannot accept any reason.

Sean just looked at Mr. Herlambang, he did not want to extend the debate because honestly he was guilty of deliberately coming late to school for Ranti.

Sean hurriedly brushed aside, not solely for Ranti's sake. But because of Yashinta, well remember the fact that Ranti is a good friend of Yashinta and Yashinta is his future stepbrother.

"Sorry sir." That's all Sean can say.

Mr. Herlabang looked sighed, but then, "get in!"mr. Herlambang's instructions as Sean prepared to rotate his body to get out of class.

All attention of children throughout the class is focused on Mr. Herlambang. Is the person in front of them an angel? For whatever sake Mr. Herlambang was never as good as allowing his students in. That rule applies to all students–without exception.

Mr. Herlambang sneered when he saw the reaction of the disciples who were looking at him attentively. "My wife just got home from the hospital. Let's just say today I'm being very kind" said the teacher who made the children of the whole class cheer up. Escape from the thrilling atmosphere.

"Lucky Boy." They're clucking on Sean.

"Sean, aren't you going to sit down?" asked Mr. Herlambang when Sean was still standing in his place with a smile.

"Ah, yes Sir. Thank you," Sean immediately stepped up and sat down beside Aris who looked excited because he was not expelled, passing Kafka with his flat look.

"Why late, break down your fancy car?" decak Aris after fighting five ria with Sean before.

"Decision." Sean replied indifferently, reluctant to tell stories and made Aris distract from him. Sean started to pull out the book and Mr. Herlambang up ahead also continued the lessons on the board.

***

"Loe's still at Yashinta's?" kafka asked as the children had already disbanded from the class once the break came. There were only a few children and Kafka with Saras was one of them.

Saras, who had just put his books in the bag, nodded.

Then fix his position to face Kafka who sat his place.

"Hp loe is also not active." continued Kafka, again Saras just menjwan with a nod.

"Gue was afraid there was terror from my Bokap if I open the phone." finally the girl opened her voice. Kafka just nodded his head. Saras kept quiet afterwards, recalling what happened last night to Yashinta and what the girl said to him this morning.

"Yashinta told me there was a misunderstanding between you and Mas Gibran." Saras decided to discuss it with Kafka.

Kafka looked at the girl, then nodded his head. Seem reluctant to talk about it.

"I don't think Yashinta really knows Mas Gibran's brother Loe."

"Continue?"

"Gue sure you accuse Yashinta of the same Mas Gibran macem-macem." it feels Saras hapal customary habits of a Kafka.

"No. I don't do anything."

Saras chuckled at Kafka's reaction which seemed to be caught off guard by him, looking exaggerated. "Loe why Ka?" asked Saras, making Kafka increasingly do not understand with his own confusion.

"You should feel benefited by this incident."

"Loe has no intention of killing Yashinta?"

"Stop you guys any minute."

The words Saras who bombarded himself seemed to make Kafka speechless. He was silent before Saras who seemed to underestimate him. When his gaze with Saras was in a straight line, Kafka strangely felt that his feelings were different.

The passion in his heart to be with the girl slowly disappeared, even Kafka did not realize when it started. Saras seemed to no longer be his goal.

"Gue wants to be Kafka's girlfriend now."

***

"Yaskina,"

The girl who was reading the book on her desk looked up when a child who had just entered called out her name.

"There's Kafka in front, nyariin loe" he continued, smiling as he pointed at the door. Yashinta just nodded faintly, "oh, yes. Thank you." said the girl who then slowly got up from her position and started walking towards the exit.

Yashinta clearly did not know what the importance of Kafka coming to class, but the thing he feared would not happen, right? Kafka couldn't possibly bring up last night's troubles and humiliate him in front of Firgo's kids, right?

The girl brushed aside her own thoughts after she walked out of the classroom. He saw Kafka at the end of the class barrier. Yashinta stepped towards him slowly, with a fixed look on Kafka's back. The man even looked handsome despite being seen from behind.

"Kafka," call Yashinta, slowly. If Yashinta is asked if he is still angry or not at Kafka, the answer is yes. But strangely his feelings were too foolish towards Kafka and he could not curse the man even if he wanted so badly.

Kafka turned around with something in his hand, then handed it to Yashinta. A cardboard cell phone that Yashinta had guessed what it contained.

"The new phone to negatiin hp loe semalem" the man opened his voice.

Yashinta just stared at the cardboard of the phone and looked at the contents. The same type of phone that Kafka threw away last night, even their colors are the same. But not with his contents and memories, Kafka will not be able to restore them.

"Gue knows this phone will not be as rich as having a loe that I throw away. But I try to make my mistake. I'm too late." said Kafka as if he could guess the contents of the girl's heart. Part of throwing away Yashinta's phone, Kafka realized he had crossed the line.

"There's my number, Ranti and Bokap loe. I don't want to miss any other numbers" Kafka continued.

"It's not Yas's phone." Any point is up to Yashinta. He is most entitled to his microwaves.

Kafka's facial water looked different. "Loe wants to get Gibran's phone number?" ask him with sarcasm. "No problem, if you want my relationship with my brother to fall apart."

"Kafka ngancem Yas?"

"Loe ever wriggled me ngebarin loe deteretin guys?"

Yashinta. Kafka was right, all this time he never let Yashinta close to any guy even Sean who incidentally is his best friend. It seems that the rules apply to Gibran.

At school, Yashinta gets word from the class with Saras that she is going to be a little late due to the picket. Make Yashinta wait at the stop while his personal driver has not arrived. Ranti as usual has passed first because it has a workmanship.

Yashinta just stared at his shoes, the weather was cloudy and the rain slowly fell on the earth. Makes the girl suddenly feel lonely, even though she is in the middle of a crowd. Saras has yet to reveal his nose and his personal driver has not arrived. Makes the girl wait a little longer.

When a white car stopped and the owner rolled down the window glass and displayed his handsome face with a smile, Yashinta would almost return the smile. But what Kafka had said was enough to stir his mind.

"Mauhin Gibran if you want my relationship with him is good."

"Keohin Gibran if you want our relationship to be good."

"Yashinta." the girl turned to the source of the voice, looking at Saras who had a hard time being in the car. Before long the Yashinta driver got down and stretched his umbrella, picking Yashinta up to the stop.

"Come on Non, get home quickly. It's cold in here." he asked, Yashinta nodded. Passed over from there before even returning Gibran's smile. Before greeting the man. Or perhaps, Yashinta would no longer greet him.

"Goodbye Mas Gibran." the girl whispered softly when the driver had opened the car door.

TB

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If I go up a chapter, it means I can only take one chapter a day.

If I'm not up, it means there's no time to tell a story.

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