Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Partly Out

Yashinta walked on the side of Vito out of the building, while Gibran was already in the ambulance that Vito had called to come to the location.

Andri immediately hunts Yashinta as soon as his daughter comes out, as well as Ranti who was able to breathe calmly when she saw her best friend survived.

Andri hugged Yashinta, looked at her daughter's body to make sure Yashinta was doing well despite the girl's school uniform as well as her hands full of blood coming from Gibran.

While Yashinta drooped limp in his arms. His gaze seemed empty with tears drying up, Ranti simply rubbed the girl's back.

"Honey," Andri touched her daughter's cheek, making Yashinta cry again. "Bah, Mas Gibran." Andri nodded in understanding, re-hugging Yashinta. While Ranti just stared at Yashinta and Gibran who had been lying on top of the gurney in an ambulance with great hesitation.

The girl smiled faintly. Apparently he really had no hope. Because even Gibran was willing to sacrifice his life for Yashinta. There was no hope left for him.

While without the girl coming to her senses, Sean nailed him to look at her. Then the man's gaze turned to Gibran, then to Yashinta and back to Ranti along with the girl who seemed to sigh.

Yashinta chose to take the ambulance to the hospital followed by Sean's car behind him. Andri entrust Yashinta to him and Ranti while Andri himself must take care of the mess that happened.

Sean turned to the girl beside him who was more silent while biting off the tip of his nails. "Loe's worried about Yashinta?" ask Sean. "Or Mas Gibran?" he made the girl look over with a clumsy look.

"Ah, why?" Ranti shook her head, then refocused her gaze forward. Sean was silent, not wanting to say much after the girl's eyes seemed to say everything.

Anxious, worried and a little relieved. The emotions seemed to mix within him. Either for Yashinta, or Gibran.

"Mas Gibran, please do not mind." pinta Yashinta with sobs, he clasped Gibran's hand firmly, tears falling. Not only did Gibran worry about the circumstances that Gibran was already betting his life for him, but also felt guilty for being the cause of the man lying there.

"Mas Gibran, Yas please, wake up. Yas didn't want Mas Gibran to do anything." the stuffing became. He cupped Gibran's hands to his cheeks, closing his eyes to quell his tears.

The gripping atmosphere in the old building moments ago haunted him. Scaring him, especially when the shadow of Gibran who got attacked to leave a stab wound that made the man helpless to cross his head, recorded clearly there.

"Mas Gibran." he's still crying.

"I heard Yashinta." The voice of the suddenly caught Yashinta's sense of hearing.

The girl slowly opened her eyes. Staring at Gibran who blinked with his eyes. The man took off his ventilator assisted by the Hospital staff who were inside there with them, then he seemed to take a careful breath.

"Mas Gibran is aware?" asked Yashinta with sparkling eyes, of course, he felt relieved because the man was awake. Yashinta was already very afraid that the man would not wake up. He will feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"I just took a nap, I heard your voice. Are you worried about my situation?"

The girl nodded hearing the water pooling in her eyes. Gibran smiled. Trying to wipe away the trail of tears on the girl's cheeks. "I'm okay."

"But Yas was afraid, Mas Gibran lost a lot of blood." Yashinta spoke with a trembling voice, making Gibran grip the girl's hand firmly.

"Everything's wrong, Yas."

"My sacrifice will be in vain if you feel guilty, Masha." regrets Gibran who made the girl just hold back her crying.

"I'm not papa. I want to sleep a little more." continued when the girl was just quiet.

"Don't!"

"Yas often read in romance novels, if the male lead is dying again and permission to sleep for a while, he never wakes up again." he babbles as he often reads.

"Don't, Mrs Gibran!"

Gibran chuckled softly at the girl's joke. "I'm not the lead. I must have survived." said Gibran, a Hospital officer who was among them back on the ventilator. While Yashinta just stared at Gibran who closed his eyes again.

Gibran was immediately taken to the ER room when he arrived at the Hospital. When the door of the ER closed tightly with Gibran missing from his sight, Yashinta's body collapsed shortly after his vision turned dark.

"Yaskins." Ranti and Sean who followed him immediately chased after the girl.

***

"Johan is not here" Andri said as police searched the entire building untouched by the blaze. Vito called the fire department and they were on their way.

Saras was silent, biting the tip of his nails and thinking hard about the existence of the papa, until then he remembered something. "I know where Papa is. Om." he said, turning to Andri and making Andri also look at him questioningly.

"There's a ridge in the shed. Papa must have kept Mama there." he continued full of confidence. He nodded his head to convince everyone. Saras had caught Johan several times in the warehouse and spent quite a long time there. But when he checked, Johan was completely absent.

Saras found a wooden door in the corner of the room, he was sure if there were any changes in there the papa's hiding place, but Saras had never managed to check it.

Andri nodded faintly, coding the police for them to leave immediately from there and head for Johan's residence.

While Saras was sculpting, staring at Andri's car and several police cars passed from there along with the arrival of another police car to pick up the Johan men who had been successfully bent. Followed by one fire engine.

Kafka just looked at Saras, then approached and rubbed the girl's shoulder, the man smilingly nodded, bracing and reassuring the girl.

"As a child I'm evil, no. Ka?" tanyakanya. There was a bit of guilt in his heart for reporting the father to the police, telling the location of the papa's hideout and perhaps making his papa languish behind bars.

Kafka shook his head. "What you do is most appropriate, Saras." Saras just stared at the man, long enough that Kafka grabbed the girl in his arms. The end of the suffering of the girl will soon be over, and the present moments are the most burdensome.

Kafka invited the girl to go home to Yashinta, but the girl refused and convinced Kafka to just come to her house and see Johan who was dragged by the police with handcuffed conditions. So appalling.

Saras' tears fell right then and there. As he has often told himself. If at all, Johan is his father, and he holds no grudge at all. Only, maybe after this, Saras would never want to see Johan again.

As he was in the arms of Kafka and Johan passed by, Saras turned his face away, hiding his tears from the father who had so much to give him and his mother wounds.

Johan looked at his daughter, knowing that she would hate him. But he has no regrets about what he has done. Only, he promised one thing if he would change for the better.

If the next life existed, then Johan would love his wife and only daughter very much.

Johan passed by, there was nothing he wanted to convey to Saras. He knew anything he said would sound completely free. However, there was one meaningful thing he had to say. So he stopped his steps, when the police dragged him to survive, then asked the police to give him a chance to return a few steps.

The police granted it, making Johan step over to Saras for one word.

"Sorry."

Just one short word, the next Johan knew himself not to wait for his daughter to apologize. He got into the police car, passed from there along with Saras' broken cries.

His heart was broken, his feelings were inexplicable. Instantly, his world collapsed in the blink of an eye. He almost forgot, if there was another world in his life.

"Mama,"

Saras approached the mother who looked lethargic, taken by Vito out of the house. Saras immediately hunted him, hugging his mother tightly. The woman he always missed, the woman he was close to was very difficult to meet.

Maybe from now on, once the papa is gone, things will be different. There was no longer a wall between them.

"Sorry, Mah. Saras was late in his sleep." Unfortunately, his tears fell when he saw the scars on the hands, feet and face of the mother. Mama Saras smiled.

"It's okay, honey, sorry for the trouble. You all right?" Saras nodded with tears falling down.

"Kafka," Kafka who stood not far from them approached. "Thank you for taking care of Saras" he said with a smile that looked hard he carved. Kafka nodded with a smile anyway. Come along happy because in the end Saras can be with the mother.

"Saras, let's take your mama to the hospital." Andri's voice interrupted.

***

A man walks into a hospital room number 11 after previously he had asked the receptionist about the whereabouts of a pasein named Yashinta Wiraguna.

He walked into the room slowly, the first sight he saw was a little girl lying down with a patient's hose and an intravenous needle attached to her right hand.

The man walked closer, then sat on the chair available there. Staring at Yashinta's slumbering face in her sleep. He imagined what happened a few hours ago.

Honestly, there was a hint of guilt in his heart as he could not save the girl first. Instead, he must see his rivals who do it.

He grabbed Yashinta's hand, grasping it with a look of guilt-looking eyes. "Sorry, Yashinta."

"I'm sorry." he said regretfully.

TB