Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

One Request

"Yas cape Kafka, if emang Kafka does not love Yas Kafka can mutusin Yas."

"Yas, if Kafka's attitude is rich gini continues, dating or not dating Kafka will feel the same."

"Over this time, only Yas is in love with Kafka. But like Kafka didn't, Yas never did."

"If Yas wasn't the same Saras, would Kafka still want to join Yas?"

"Yes, no papa if you break up with Kafka."

"Loe can't talk rich into me, Yashinta?"

"So that doesn't mean I make you want to break up?" kafka continued, Yashinta just looked at her with watery eyes.

Kafka moved from his seat, grabbing the bag he had originally laid on the chair. "Gue didn't want to break up. Loe can't ask to break up at will and you can't kill me either."

Kafka ruffled his hair in annoyance as he recalled his debate with Yashinta. Is that girl tired of serving him?

Kafka jostled, leaning his back against the backrest of the hospital's garden long chair. He decided to leave Yashinta's room and intended to go home, but he did not expect that Yashinta's chesty demands to break from him were so disturbing.

"If Yas wasn't the same Saras, would Kafka still want to join Yas?"

Kafka grumbled to remember the short sentence full of sharp daggers, he was sure that even if Yashinta was not with Saras, he would still help the girl.

Either because Andri is forward for his favorite daughter–and he will be embarrassed as a girlfriend for not contributing, or because Kafka's own feelings that move his heart to come looking.

Because after all, he could not just let Yashinta suffer remembering as well as the kindness that girl had done for him.

This time, Kafka ruffled his hair in frustration, until a cold-looking canned drink was in front of him, he turned his head and found Saras. Saras pointed his chin, asking Kafka to accept the drink he gave.

After Kafka received it, Saras immediately sat down beside the man. Enjoy the cold drink in the hot weather.

"Where's the situation?" kafka asked, looking at the girl and making Saras turn her head until their gazes met.

"It's good for physical injuries."

"Need to go to a psychologist?" ask Kafka. Saras. "Should. I don't want to be traumatized. He must heal physically and mentally."

Kafka nodded his head, understood, then looked at the girl. "Loe doesn't need a psychologist?" kafka asked later, remembering that Saras must have needed him too.

Saras shook his head. "Loe's sure? I don't want to let you know why. Don't be freaking out on your own, okay? Loe should tell me the same."

Saras smiled, then nodded his head and went back to enjoying his drink. The views of the two were straight ahead, looking at the passing of the Hospital patients who were walking around.

Of course, because the nursery must be very boring for them, especially for those who have lived for a long time.

Saras looked at Kafka. Then looked at the man, remembering what happened last night. Recalling clearly how Kafka seemed worried about Yashinta and spontaneously trying to help the girl earlier than he did.

Saras knew, however Yashinta was the girl who had the longest relationship with Kafka, it was impossible if Kafka did not have any feelings, at least, the sympathy he must have.

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Yashinta slowly opened his eyes, twitching a moment after waking up and realizing that he was still in Gibran's room. He saw his tiny wrist in the name of a watch that Andri had brought over there last night.

He lifted his gaze, and at once his eyes met with Gibran who raised an eyebrow because the girl moved suddenly.

"Euu," Yashinta was suddenly nervous.

"Yes, Yas–"

"Why is Yas in Mas Gibran's room?" he asked innocently spontaneously, initially Gibran only frowned, but then he laughed, but in the end grimaced when he felt pain in his chest.

Yashinta bent his face, he must have looked very foolish before Gibran at this moment. The girl regretted her question.

"Mas Gibran was very fond of Yas." his regret that made Gibran's smile turn thin.

"Yes old yeah, sleep here?" tanyanya.

For a moment, silence enveloped the room. Gibran recalled how the girl came in, tidied her hair, stroked her cheeks while saying thank you and then cried with a heartbreaking sob. Slowly, the girl was no longer heard by Gibran until he realized that the girl was asleep.

Yashinta slept for more than an hour in her room, as the sisters walked in to check on the infusion, Gibran asked them not to be noisy for fear of the girl waking up. Even the nurse thought that the girl was the patient's partner in the nursery number 21.

Yashinta rounded her eyes. He did not know if Gibran heard everything he said. Annoyed, the girl spontaneously punched Gibran in the chest, making the man grimace in pain and making Yashinta realize that Gibran's wound was there.

"Mas Gibran, sorry, sorry. Yas forgot," he said, rubbing Gibran's chest unconsciously, until after a while, Yashinta looked at the man who was staring at him. Suddenly he turned clumsy. "Euu–" Yashinta sat back in his place.

"Mas Gibran was very fond of, after all, pretending to sleep to hear what Yas is talking about!" protest with pursed lips.

"Yaskina,"

"Yashinta, look at me."

Yashinta forced herself to look at the man until their eyes met. "My point is, let my feelings also get better after writhing you" said Gibran, looking serious which actually makes Yashinta sculpt in place.

"Pe–feeling Mas Gibran why?"

"Collapse."

And worry between continuing to pass on her feelings for the girl or giving up after seeing how Yashinta loves Kafka so much.

"Why?"

"Because ...,"

"Because?" both eyebrows of Yashinta are linked.

"Because your messy feelings also make my feelings fall apart" he said, which made the girl smile, then landed her hand on the top of Gibran's head.

"Sorry, dad. Because of Yas's messy feelings, his Angel Yas also fell apart." unjarannya with a spoiled tone that actually momentarily made Gibran peck in place to crawl the girl, but the next second he chuckled softly.

Almost cursing the adorable actions of Yashinta that make her feelings increasingly messy. The two men chuckled after him, because with Gibran–Yashinta seemed to meet a new world, where there was only a smile and laughter as Gibran gave him.

The fun scene that Gibran felt should be coming to an end as two men visited his ward. They are Leon and Bayu.

"Loe's not papa, is it Bran?" Leon immediately asked excitedly as he looked at Gibran who was lying on top of the gurney. While Yashinta was silent and awkward, slowly sitting in her chair looking at Gibran's interaction as well as her friends. At first Yashinta did not know if Gibran had friends.

"Gue ain't papa." Gibran said as he shook Leon's hand to caress his face.

"The problem is we will be very kasian just like you if you die young, Bran. Singles for life, have not lost the beauty of love, have died." Bayu was as crazy and made Gibran sigh, ashamed of Yashinta for the ravings of the two uninvited creatures.

"Not wrong, Bay. Gibran said he had a candidate." Leon patted Bayu's shoulder. Bayu frowned with a questionable look at Leon and Gibran. Until the two men realized that previously Gibran was not alone in his ward.

The gazes of the two men led to Yashinta, the girl being stared at only frowned. Gibran clucked, throwing pillows at the two men. "That's Bran?" Bayu raised an eyebrow, unable to keep his mouth. Makes Gibran want to swear at him right then and there.

"Hay Dek, Gibran's candidate, I'm Leon?" Leon said no less, making Gibran want to kill him. Leon's 'Deck' call is certainly baseless, seeing how Yashinta looks cute and looks much younger among them.

"Yashinta." the girl seemed hesitant to say it.

"It's Bayu, it's us too."

Yashibta smiled kindly. Suddenly, he felt awkward being among them. But apparently not bad, the two Gibran friends were friendly and cool. Talked a lot like him.

In an instant, they became familiar and the talkative Gibran was just a listener to them.

After being content to mess up in the nursery Gibran whose status is a patient who needs rest, Gibran shooed Leon and Bayu to go home and leave his room. Makes them look heavy-hearted stepping away.

Yashinta only laughed after Leon closed the door with a sad face. Like not willing to have to part with Gibran.

Gibran looked at the girl. He screeched, making Yashinta turn and ask. "Mas Gibran wants to upset Yas too?" the question is, Gibran again screeched. "So you want me to get kicked out or not?" the man asked back.

"No." the girl said, laughing, Gibran just looked at her. If Yashinta tells her that the girl feels much better after seeing her, then Gibran agrees. Yashinta is much better now.

So, should he take the gadus from Kafka?

"Yaskina,"

"Hmm?"

"You remember I had one request you had to fill?" asked Gibran, for a moment the girl pegged until then nodded her head that remembered her own promise.

"It seems I already have one request of it."

"Hmm, what? Let Yas try to fill it up."

Yashinta was ready to listen while Gibran just silently looked at him, until the man then grabbed Yashinta's hand. "My request is simple. Stay like this, Yashinta."

"Stay like this. Cheerful, laugh, happy, and don't keep your distance from me."

Yashinta silently stared at the man. "Can?" Gibran asked for certainty.

Yashinta nodded her head.

TB