Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Thank you Yashinta

The atmosphere of the restaurant at ten in the morning was already crowded. Yashinta and Kafka were sitting at a table not far from the cashier, waiting for food, the two people just fell silent, the atmosphere was very foreign to Yashinta. Though usually, if with Kafka he will babble a lot, but this time not.

Kafka grabbed the phone he had placed on the table as the flat object rang, signaling an incoming call. Kafka was lazy when he found out that the caller was Aris. But once he still shifted the green icon and put the flat object in his ear.

"Hallo."

"Children again make a list of our class children who join this smester camp. Loe's coming?" Aris to the point at the end there, without the usual stale bases that he often does.

"Follow," Kafka replied without thinking.

"The kids are all on the way?" ask Kafka then.

"Couthful. Except Jeky's with Jaky. The twins have a family event on the day of captivity."

This time Kafka nodded his head. He looked at Yashinta who was watching him then disconnected the phone with Aris and saved his phone back.

"Who, Kafka?"

"What's Kafka doing?" tanyakanya.

"Aris."

"My class kids are planning a smestering camp." said Kafka. Yashinta nodded in understanding. Since the tenth grade, Kafka classes do regularly hold camp events every semester before the weekend. Entan who led the event before, but until now the activity continues.

Rumors that Yashinta had heard, the event was held to strengthen the intimacy of fellow friends. Of course, the event runs atss with the permission of the principal and homeroom teacher.

Usually, children from other classes also participate, but are limited. Only eight to ten people are allowed.

"Kafka coming again?" ask Yashinta again. Kafka immediately nodded his head. Shortly after their order food arrived and the chatter of the two paused.

"Thank you, Ma'am." said Yashinta with a sweet smile. Kafka who had devoured his food just stared at the girl. He is really hungry and not out of thought with his girlfriend.

"Steneng really said thanks to waitress" Kafka said after the waitress had passed leaving their table. As Kafka recalls, Yashinta is often grateful when they eat in restaurants, cafes and other places.

"No papa dong, respect each other, 'there's no harm, Kafka."

"But it's their job to serve us."

"We thank them for working so hard to help us." Yashinta is not losing. Because for him, appreciation really needs to be given to anyone who works hard to fulfill his duties and responsibilities.

Kafak is silent, relents and avoids debate, preferring to fill his empty stomach. While Yashinta looked at the man, then asked again. "All of Kafka's classmates at a bit of his camping event?"

Kafka nodded. "All?"

"The twins who didn't come."

"Open for other classes isn't Kafka?" the girl asked a lot, making Kafka unable to concentrate on enjoying her food.

"Loe wants to come?" tanya Kafka who is actually sensitive to what her boyfriend wants since hearing the camp discourse.

"Can, Kafka?" the girl's eyes sparkled.

"If you want to come come, I will tell Aris let your name enter the list."

Yashinta smiled brightly. Honestly since the previous years he really wanted to join, but unfortunately Yashinta did not have connections and did not dare to participate.

Kafka paused his meal for a while, then looked at Yashinta who continued to carve his smile. The man shook his head with a faint smile on his lips.

****

Initially Gibran will go home after three days of treatment, as well as he wants to take a break from his work that was never finished, but a phone call from Intan who informed him about the problem in the branch, the branch, can't keep Gibran quiet.

So he asked to go home quickly with the condition of adequate rest and regularly taking his medication.

The man leaned his back after initially seeing the progress of his work through the ipad, he closed his eyes for a moment, Intan who was sitting beside the wheel in front of him turned his head after seeing the ipad in his hand as well.

"I've reserved a hotel room." he told Gibran, Gibran just muttered. He hopes to solve his problem quickly and return to Jakarta soon.

But reality does not match his deviated estimates. He had to stay for a few days because the problem at the branch office turned out to be quite serious.

Gibran can not rush and always busy, lucky Intan along with him and take care of it painstakingly.

"Sir Gibran–" the woman who was about to hand over the minutes of the meeting looked surprised to see bloodstains on Gibran's chest. Gibran just realized it.

Deftly, Intan immediately took Gibran's equipment where the man's medicine and gauze were available for his wound.

Gibran opened the shirt he was wearing, letting Intan treat his injuries carefully.

"Wouldn't Mr. Gibran just divert this matter to the branch leadership?" Intan was worried about her superior situation.

"You see for yourself, he can't handle this mess. I have to step in."

"But Mr. Gibran's situation is like this." said Intan, momentarily making their gazes meet. The woman immediately brushed him off and took some distance after treating Gibran's wound.

"Thank you, Intan. You don't have to worry. I'm doing fine. I'd say if I was sick." Gibran with his stubbornness and persistence. Intan was only able to nod faintly because he basically could not force it. Gibran is the one who knows his own body.

****

Moreover, Yashinta was there for him. When everyone was away he was with Saras to understand the girl. Make Ranti automatically also join even if you do not want to.

When Saras was gossiped and was not allowed to eat in the cafeteria, Yashinta herself raised her hand in defense of the girl.

Of course what happened, was not under Saras' control. He did not participate in the fraud and crime that the father did. He became a victim.

People cannot abuse children for what their parents did. A child cannot choose what kind of parent they want to be. They can't choose to be born into the family they want to be.

Because they were born as God put them where they should be.

No matter how loud the protest, it was obviously useless and could not change anything.

"Sorry, I've never looked at you at the Hospital." said Saras when he was alone with Yashinta at the class limiter.

"Yes also not long in the Hospital." the girl calmed down.

"How is Mama Saras?"

"Yas not yet stingy."

Saras was silent for a while, then nodded faintly. "Udah mama was much better" he said, which made Yashinta nod his head, helped feel relieved, then looked at Saras closely. At first he was hesitant, but then felt confident if necessary.

"If–Papa Saras, how?"

"The court's verdict is out?"

Saras nodded with a seemingly forced smile. "Gue promised myself I wouldn't see Papa again." Saras said he was sure to remember the day the police took his father away.

"That's alesan Saras not calm?" Yashinta asked carefully. Saras looked at the girl. His eyes were teary, other than Kafka, Yashinta was the one who understood him the most.

"Gue's sorry about him, Yashinta. But I don't want to see him again–but because I miss Papa–but I hate."

Complicated. The first cunta of the girls who carved the wound was deep enough to create a feeling of irregularity. At least that's what Saras feels.

Yashinta could not say anything. He hugged Saras. But in the end, Saras asked him to accompany him to meet the papa. As soon as she returns home from school, Yashinta escorts Saras to meet Johan.

He was just silent and behaved like a person who delivered Saras when they sat in a special place. Saras' eyes glazed over when he saw Johan coming in with a prisoner's shirt and the condition of his handcuffed hands.

The heart of Saras certainly feels sad to see the state of the papa. Johan has only been languishing for a few days behind bars but the situation is very worrying. Saras could not imagine the next few years. What will the fate of the father be like?

"Saras loves Papa." said the girl with tears. Making Johan's smile engraved even though the wounds seemed to fill the look of his eyes.

"But Saras hated Papa" until the man's smile turned mellow upon hearing what his daughter had just said.

"Saras does not want to see Papa again." continued with tears that fall. Johan seemed to nod in understanding, seeming to have no objection to what Saras said. Because even he deserves more than that.

"Saras does not want Papa anymore" said Saras again. Johan nodded again, a lump of regret filled his chest recalling his hand that often hurt his daughter.

Saras rose from his seat. "Why did Saras have a Papa like this?"

"Why should Saras be Papa's son?"

Yashinta got up and calmed Saras down. While Sara evaporated her emotions that she had long since pendam.

Saras state that can not be controlled makes Yashinta must take the girl out along with the bad time is up. Saras cried in Yashinta's arms. Yashinta. He knew Saras needed a place to lean.

"Wicked cave. Yasho."

"Bad cave."

Saras regretted what he said to Johan. Yashinta rubbed Saras' back while shaking her head. Refusing to agree with what Saras said.

After a while. Saras had already begun to calm down when Yashinta handed him a bottle of mineral water as they sat on the long bench of the garden.

Yashinta looked at Saras, then smiled faintly. "Saras's at the class camp?" he asked, choosing to divert the conversation rather than burden Saras with questions that would make the girl sad.

"Gue list, but don't know, deh." maybe he should need a vacation, but it's not possible.

"Why? Come along, Yas is coming too. Kafka ngajakin." said Yashinta because he would not have a girlfriend if Saras did not come.

For a moment Saras silently heard Yashinta's statement. "Well, Saras." The innocent girl made her aware, Saras spontaneously nodded her head. "Let me think about it." That answer made Yashinta carve a smile. After that, the two beautiful girls just fell silent and were busy with their respective thoughts.

Saras looked at Yashinta, admiring how good the girl was to her. His heart carved an intention to say an honesty to Yashinta in the near future, if circumstances permit, then soon it will be accomplished.

"Yaskina,"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you a lot, yeah."

Yashinta just smiled. "I should have meteenan same loe from the past, or–"

"I shouldn't have to sit with you."

TB