Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

The Wound Kafka Gave

To be honest, when entering the car and the car that Kafka drove slowly drove away from the field of the Alley Youth headquarters complex, Yashinta is still constantly plagued by the brief chatter that occurs between Kafka and his friends from Alley Youth. Yashinta is annoyed that Kafka has agreed to spend time at the nightclub.

"Are you sure you want to go to the same club?" ask Yashinta, open the conversation. Kafka who was focusing on driving the car turned to the girl beside him.

"Yes." the young man briefly replied and refocused his gaze forward. While Yashinta looked riled up in his place.

"Kafka said, anyway, come to rich places like that." he protested, expressing his dislike.

"What is this rich place?"

"Yes night club. What, anyway, Kafka?" Kafka turned his head, looking at the look on Yashinta's face that looked upset. He chose not to answer and made Yashinta more upset because it seems that Kafka will not listen to him.

"Kafka can't go with them!" Yashinta folded his arms around his chest, still insisting on banning Kafka from going with his comrades.

Kafka beside him started to rile because of the girl who just kept on babbling along the way. Not at all silent even though Kafka had relented by just staying silent and letting him babble.

"Not healthy, Kafka. Temenan equally anyone can really, as long as not affected by the same association. Yas, I don't like it anyway Kafka went to that club." at length the girl, Kafka started to sigh, couldn't bear to hear it.

"Kafka is still in school, should be busy studying, not scattering money in that rich place. Jas ...,"

The car stopped just like that, making Yashinta slightly stagger forward, his forehead almost banged onto the dashboard of the car. The girl sighed, neutralizing her shock at Kafka's sudden and extremely dangerous actions.

"Loe can't be?" ask Kafka. Emotion.

"Can't Kafka, it's for Kafka's sake!" Yashinta said after calming down and tidying up her messy hair.

"Loe knows what, anyway, about my life? No need to be sober, I'm not complicated, really!"

"Mother Kafka was no fuss because she did not know what Kafka was doing outside. Ever had Kafka permission to go to a club, to go to a shop? Never, isn't Kafka?"

"Yas doesn't like it. Just try Kafka who was horrified by Yas!" Fiery yashinta. He did this purely for the good of his girlfriend, for Kafka's own sake.

"You want to know what the hell, Yas?" the young man's tone weakened. His angry level had already increased. Yashinta knows that.

"Since yesterday until today I have participated all your will. Loe asked to be picked up after piano lessons, I picked up even though I was busy. Malemnya loe want my phone. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Loe ask me to come with me!"

"Otherwise?!" oceh Kafka, frustrated.

"Yas also always Kafka. Kafka says don't wait for Kafka, Yas nurut. Kafka says don't deket Deril, Yas nurut. Kafka bans Yas from participating in Yas's theatrical exkul, too,"

"Kafka says don't be too close to Sean, Yas wants to recede too. Yas obeyed Kafka, when did Kafka want to beat Yas?"

"Loe thinks who you are?"

"Kafka's girlfriend!"

Kafka. "Loe's just a spoiled chick, nolep, nerd, usually messing with my life, doing my life!"

"Loe is nothing more than a bully!" oceh Kafka, out of control.

Yashinta was stunned to hear Kafka's sarcastic line to her that was so piercing. His eyes began to glaze over and the clear liquid was ready to plunge from his eye fertilizers. He looked at Kafka with an unexpected look that the man had the heart to give an attack of painful sentences.

"Why did Kafka say that?" he asked in a weak tone, his hand squeezing the seatbelt he was wearing.

"Why don't you take it?" bentak Kafka's. His patience is over today in facing Yashinta.

"When I suddenly started dating, did you ever refuse me? No, right. Loe nerima I did. What's the name if it's not cheap, easy?"

Yashinta rubbed her wet cheeks violently. He did not expect Kafka to say that to him. Yashinta felt that the man had crossed the line in treating her.

But strangely, Yashinta could not get angry at Kafka. He could not hate the young man at all. Can't do.

"Why is Kafka the same as Yas? Yas sincerely love Kafka, besides if Kafka refused at that time Yas did not have the heart. Yas did not want to hurt Kafka's feelings." he said with a restrained sob.

"Yas is in love with Kafka, before Kafka shot Yas and Yas had long loved Kafka. So Yashinta has no reason to refuse Kafka."

"It's not that Yas is cheap, Kafka." - hare, poignant. Kafka remained silent with both hands resting on the handle of the steering wheel. Ignoring Yashinta who was crying beside her.

"Sorry Yas. Kafka." he reached for Kafka's hand to hold. The young man immediately brushed it off violently, making Yashinta's feelings even more hurt. Kafka did not look at him at all.

"Kalo Kafka is angry, Yas will no longer ban Kafka. If Kafka doesn't like it, Yas will tell Kafka to do whatever Kafka wants."

"Whatever Kafka likes."

"Don't be angry, Kafka" he persuaded the young man who was just silently sculpting it.

"Sorry Yas, well, Kafka." the girl pleaded with tears in her eyes. But what he got from Kafka is precisely a word that makes Yashinta not more guessing.

"Down!" kafka's instructions without looking at Yashinta who was waiting next to him.

Yashinta was silent to digest the word Kafka. His tears still melted down his cheeks, now worse because Kafka looks serious with his instructions.

Yashinta shook his head. Kafka's just playing around, isn't he? He wouldn't really drop Yashinta in the middle of the road would he?

"Gue said get off!" Kafka repeated his orders, this time the man looked at Yashinta with a sinister look that made the girl tremble. Kafka's face before him disappeared as water bathed his eyes.

"Loe said you wanted to recede, right?" Kafka said with a smirk smile.

Nodding faintly, Yashinta slowly took off her seatbelt with a sad face and resignedly. He thought that today would pass him by without a single problem with Kafka. In fact, fate says otherwise now Yashinta is really hit with the sentence that Kafka has been throwing since.

Kafka had hurt her too much. Kafka did not think about his feelings at all. The young man did not care about her at all.

As Yashinta prepared to get out of the car in the hope that Kafka would change his mind and hold him back, it seemed to be a futile wish for Yashinta.

TB