Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Kidnapping Incidents (1)

The nuances of Gibran's workspace are still the same. It felt very boring for the man when his mood was being unable to cooperate with him. The man read a document that his scheduler brought, occasionally scratching his temple which honestly did not itch.

When a niotification of the incoming message made his phone clink, Gibran grabbed the phone with eyes still nailing to the document before him. After a while he closed the dukomen and looked at the cell phone.

A message from Leon again reminds her to come to her engagement tonight. Gibran is not senile.

Gibran will just put the phone down when his friend sends him a message.

Leon

Don't come here, Bran. There are a lot of cute girls here. Relax, I will know you.

A series of ridiculous sentences that make Gibran grimace. The man leaned his back backwards. Not they don't want Gibran, but Gibran doesn't want them. Her heart is stuck on a high school girl who until now has not been contacted.

Gibran sighed, what is the girl doing now?

Ranti tells Yashinta that if he has to go to the library to borrow some books, making Yashinta who is reluctant to come with him decide to return to class.

On the stairs leading to the second floor, the girl runs into Kafka who is walking with some of his basketball friends. The man even carries a basketball in his hand, they are bound to head for the court considering Kafka has a sport for the first subjects.

"Hay, Yas." They greeted Yashinta, Yashinta only smiled until then Kafka stood right in front of him, then turned his back, blocking Yashinta from the sight of his comrades.

"You guys go first, I'll follow you later." tell him, they nodded and passed after Kafka gave up the basketball. The man turned around, faced Yashinta and took a step back to take some distance.

"Why have breakfast?" ask the girl a moment later. Kafka nodded, leaving Yashinta speechless afterwards for not knowing what to say. "Loe?" Kafka asked after a while.

"Yes, it's already."

"Jaudah nice. I want to go to the field." said Kafka, but previously Yashinta had held the man's wrist.

"Yas wants to ask." he said, which made Kafka's eyebrows rise. While Yashinta recalled the reason why the man left and lied to her at the restaurant yesterday.

"Aren't you really practicing basketball?" ask without further ado. Kafka didn't answer right away. He looked at his girlfriend and narrowed his eyes.

"Loe doesn't believe me?"

"Kafka could not, anyway, just answer. Don't need to go back?"

"No." Kafka easily replied.

Yashinta sighed, then spoke. "Because Sean went home, Yas asked why he didn't practice he said yesterday that there was no training schedule."

"There was. But suddenly I'm off on my way." Kafka lies with a look of sinless face.

"Why not Yas?"

Kafka clucked, removing Yashinta's hand in a way that struck him. "Should I report to you?" ask Kafka, sarcasm. Yashinta subdued his gaze.

"Kafka said let Yas not misunderstand" he said slowly. Kafka did not speak, just looked at the girl and then passed without saying anything.

Yashinta just stared at Kafka's back, which was moving away. His breathing sounded heavy with slumped shoulders. his steps should wear the stairs.

Ranti is right, Yashinta does suffer from stockholm syndrome. To love even though it is hurt.

***

"Yaskina,"

The girl who had just walked out of her class turned her head. Saras, who had just walked out of the classroom, approached him. "What's up, Saras?"

"Deril ngajakin I watch the theater boy's show the day after tomorrow. I think I came home late" Saras told me. He was a former member of the theatre club in his eleventh grade and resigned for a reason after a few months.

"Oh, that, Saras. If so, papa, Yas waitin."

"old. It must be afternoon. You're not papa?"

"No papa, besides Yas there is also no event at home. So no problem." Yashinta smiled after.

"okay, deh. Do you want to wait at the stop or in the theater room and watch?"

"Where will it be, Dad."

"Oh, okay. I'm first, dad." Saras passed after Yashinta nodded her head. Ranti who had just stood in the doorway and watched the two of them step closer to Yashinta after Saras left.

"Have to, well, you're the same as him?" Ranti looks upset. Yashinta just smiled in response and then moved Ranti's hand. "Replace jealous, yeah?"

"But jealousy squirms Yas deket with Saras." Godanya. "Gue's just worried, Yashinta. Loe is precious to me. Don't take anything."

Yashinta smiled hearing that, hugging Ranti full of drama. Ranti tries to dodge and Yashinta still forces, until Ranti accidentally pulls Yashinta's wrist and makes the girl's watch fall to the floor and break.

"Yaskins." Ranti looked surprised, closing her mouth in disbelief.

"Sorry, Yas. accidentally" he said regretfully. Yashinta simply smiled, picked up her broken watch and shook her head.

"Not papa Ranti. Yas watches are many."

"But it's worth it, if you get angry how?" Ranti's worried. The reason is, all Yashinta watches are installed GPS by Andri just in case. After all, Yashinta was Andri's most prized possession.

"Udah, it's okay. Papa won't be angry either. Just relax." Yashinta doesn't seem to mind it.

"But the tracking device still works, right?"

"I don't know. Yas doesn't understand." Yashinta looked at her and then shook her head in ignorance, then put it in her alma mater's pocket. Ranti in front of him again put on a guilty face, making Yashinta crackle and hold him.

"Sorry, Yes."

"Udah, no papa. Don't tell sorry to keep."

****

Yashinta chose to wait for Saras at the library while reading. Because if he goes to the theater stage and sits in the stands, he's afraid Kafka will get mad at him because it's related to Deril.

The library was an option for him. Some of the children who are still studying or waiting for their girlfriends or friends are also still there, Yashinta is not alone. That's why he's not afraid.

The time is at half-five in the afternoon when Saras appears and resuscitates Yashinta, who is still reading books.

"Saras, huh?" his question, he yawned. He had been reading for too long and his eyes were very sleepy.

"Udah, sorry well, long time."

"Oh, not papa." Yashinta got up from her seat and picked up the bag while Saras tidied up the messy books in front of Yashinta.

Saras felt a little guilty for letting the girl wait so long. Even Yashinta has read so many books.

"What do we eat at home?" Yashinta thought hard as the two walked out of the school gate, Saras just turned his head, they did miss lunch.

"Did you call the driver?" ask Saras. Yashinta nodded her head. "We wait at the stop." said Yashinta who got a nod from Saras. The girl walked first, while Yashinta stared at her feet, crouching down to allow her shoelaces to come loose.

It was late in the afternoon when he got up from his position and saw a black car stopping in front of the gate. Two men in black clothes came down. Saras, who saw them approaching, rounded his eyes, feeling suspicious and his feelings suddenly uneasy.

He took a step back as they approached, and Saras quickly turned and ran towards Yashinta after realizing that they were his papa's men.

"Yashinta, run!" the instructions are on Yashinta. The girl was just about to re-enter the gate when one of them managed to grab her wrist.

"Yashinta run!"

"Gue don't want to do anything!" Saras shouted, while Yashinta was still just pecking with a hand that slowly grabbed the phone from the pocket of her uniform. Realize that something bad is happening.

He was quickly able to find the contact Gibran had already saved after considerable consideration last night. He immediately pressed the phone icon, his eyes focused on Saras being dragged towards the car.

"Relinas!"

Yashinta's breathing hunts, he seems confused between helping the girl or letting her. Both risks are huge for them. If left unchecked, then Saras is in danger, but if he acts then both of them will be in danger.

Without thinking again Yashinta immediately ran towards Saras, he had time to take the perfume from his bag as a weapon. But alas, it seems like that day luck was not on Yashinta's side.

The girl's phone fell along with her and Gibran's already connected calls.

"Hallo?"

"Yaskina,"

"Hallo."

Only a puff of dust was visible leaving a trail. Yashinta and Saras are in danger.

TB