Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

A Shirt

Yashinta was already able to feel the cool and pleasant atmosphere once they arrived at the campsite. Kafka with Yashinta arrived late–because of an incident.

They arrived as the other children were busy setting up tents. Kafka sent her to a group of schoolgirls where it turned out that Saras was there. Yashinata of course was happy, she had friends, at first she thought Saras was not coming because the girl was still in a state of doubt when Yashinta asked her.

"Jas the same Saras one tent?" yashinta asked, looking enthusiastic. While Kafka had joined the others and was busy setting up his tent.

"Oh, Yas. No, my tent is next to loe–" Saras pointed to the finished tent.

"Gue just help here" he continued with a smile. The answer is enough to make Yashinta pursed his lips because it turns out they are not one tent.

"Hay, Yashinta." The girl who just came out of the tent that was still being brought up greeted Yashinta.

"Gue Erin, Kafka nitip loe onto me. Kaya invites the baby to be titip-titipin." selorohnya with laughter, Yashinta just smiled to respond.

"Loe doesn't have to be sad. Just join us, Dad." continued.

"When else sleep with the children of the school foundation owners." others chimed in.

"Just go, Yas." Yashinta nodded, thanked them and joined them in setting up the tent although in the end the boys who made their tent managed to stand up.

"Should you take your own car or take a bus?" ask Yashinta. At that time, they were hanging out in front of the tent and enjoying Yashinta's snacks. Bi Rasti gave him a lot of snacks and ordered; "Make Non Yas there, ajakin his friend. Let it go to ngajakin Non Yas."

"Yes, I'm on the bus." Saras. Initially Kafka invites him, but Saras refuses because Kafka will be with Yashinta. He didn't want to be too upset by sitting among them with his status as Kafka's mistress.

"Yas Seneng Saras came," said Yashinta again, Saras smiled widely. "Yes, I also like camp this time you come." Saras said as he offered a piece of potato chips to Yashinta. Yashinta devoured it and they laughed together.

The first experience was a lot of fun for Yashinta. He can see other children playing various games while he himself only witnesses their madness with some other girls.

They also take the water to the river, it is very close to the campground and everything that is done there is fun.

Yashinta defies cell phone cameras when she finds a good angle for taking pictures. He took several photos of himself until he saw Kafka being caught on a camera phone behind him. Yashinta turned and saw the man washing his hands.

"Kafka," he called as he waved, Kafka raised an eyebrow. Yashinta walked up to her carefully, making Kafka rise slowly and extend a hand to Yashinta, fearing the girl falling over.

"We take a photo." take the girl, without her boyfriend's consent he immediately defies the cell phone camera and takes pictures of them with various poses. While from a distance not far from the two, Saras stared at them.

"Not good, Aris?" yashinta asked Aris as they sat in a tree where some boys were installing lights. Aris saw the picture of Yashinta and Kafka in the river earlier, he nodded with his eyebrows up and down.

"Cool, Yas." praised him as he held both thumbs up.

Yashinta nodded in agreement, taking another look at her photo. It seems that when he comes home and meets Gibran later, he has to tell the man how happy he is to have this experience.

"Yes,"

"Why Aris?"

"Loe's not a little bit cute?" aris asked suddenly, Yashinta frowned. Then look at the direction of Aris' gaze where Saras seemed to be helping Kafka with the lights and occasionally both look joking and laugh at each other.

Yashinta exhales, then saves the phone to the sweater pocket. "Yas jealous," to be honest, Aris frowned.

"But Yas was afraid that Kafka was angry that Yas would deny him the same deket Saras." he said, which made Aris regretted for throwing him the question earlier.

The afternoon agenda is a walk on the tea plantation, while some children prepare barbeque equipment for the evening event.

Yashinta spent much of his time with Kafka and he also mingled with Kafka's classmates. It was stiff, but slowly it adapted.

Later that night, when the barbeque started, while the other children were busy with their own activities, Yashinta was still in the tent, taking the jacket she was carrying which was the same as the one she gave Kafka.

While Kafka himself, he was playing guitar and singing various songs with his friends with a bonfire in their midst.

"Cie Kafka's. Bucin is very loe, Ka."

"Bucin is very Kafka."

"Not the cans of Kafka."

"It's a real shame for Yashinta, yeah, Ka?"

"Last-stage love is like that."

Kafka initially tried that, not knowing what was underlying they mocked him just for playing the guitar and singing when passing behind Kafka.

"It's so cool, Ka." praise one of the newly arrived and make Kafka look at the T-shirt given by Hafi, then move his head on Aris, making Aris move a little and see Kafka's back where some of the letters arranged on the back of his shirt form the name Yashinta, lit up among other letters when in dark conditions.

"Gilak, Ka. It's so cool on the shirt."

"May you, for the very rich children of Kafka."

The children fuss over the T-shirts Kafka wears and mocks him a love slave. But the silver lining, many of them want to order the shirts at Hafi's place.

Kafka wears the shirt because he feels comfortable, he does not know if the shirt with a simple design he thinks it has a deep meaning for Hafi and looks very creative.

"What kind of boys are whistling about, anyway?" erin asked before she stepped over to those who surrounded the campfire and enjoyed the barbeque.

"Kafka's."

"Kafka why?" this time it was Yashinta who asked, worried about her boyfriend.

"Kafka make t-shirts behind him there is the name Yashinta, so the children are rich storm so." he replied, which momentarily made Yashinta speechless then slowly carved his smile. Erin leaned on the girl's shoulder.

"Great bucin!" the ledeknya, then passed first leaving the flowery Yashinta in place. He never knew Kafka had a romantic side and even showed it in public, as it is today. It felt very special to Yashinta with the simple actions of the man.

Yashinta controlled himself, stepping towards the crowd of people but instead he crossed paths with Saras who seemed to be passing towards his tent.

But it was not that that made Yashinta look at Saras fixedly, but because of the jacket Saras was wearing, the jacket that looked the same as his. A jacket that looks oversized on Saras' body.

Just like Yashinta, the girl also looked confused while wearing the same jacket as Yashinta. He got the jacket from Kafka when a boy accidentally spilled water on the shirt he was wearing before the bonfire began.

"Saras–"

"Yes, sorry. Last ..., tah–"

Yashinta just silently looked at the girl, honestly he felt jealous, annoyed, claustrophobic because one hundred percent of the jacket Saras was wearing belonged to Kafka, but there was nothing he could do. He simply carved out a faint smile and continued his steps towards Kafka.

While Saras was pecking at his place, staring at the back of Yashinta who was walking away from him, from a little distance Saras was able to see the children frenzied once Yashinta came.

They must still discuss the T-shirt that Kafka wears where behind it is written the name Yashinta. The random letters seemed to light up in a dark place.

Saras was the first to see him from the moment Kafka handed him his jacket, but he kept silent and let the others realize it first.

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