Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Kafka Is Love and Wounds (2)

"Yeah, Yas. The jacket is also a couple?" ask one of them.

"So Kafka also wears that jacket, or is it Kafka's?" others were seduced and made others cheer for Yashinta and Kafka.

Yashinta seemed to blush, while Kafka himself was engrossed in his world, he again strummed the strings of a guitar and ignored the temptations of his comrades.

Yashinta listened to Kafka's guitar passages, he looked up as the burning corn was thrust towards him, he saw if Sean turned out to give it to him.

"Thank you Sean." the man nodded, then sat down beside Yashinta. Making Yashinta approach the man for a chat because Kafka can't even talk.

"Sean why not make Ranti join this event?" ask him without a stale base. Sean who was enjoying his grilled corn frowned.

"Who would he like to come?"

"What Sean wants to do?" Yashinta asked back and confused Sean.

"Sean likes, well, same Ranti?" the girl became. "Loe was random, anyway, Yas." Sean clucked with a frown on his forehead.

"Ih, not that. Sean likes to say the same to Yas."

"Yas kasian with Ranti, ever since she stopped relating to her angel she was rich moody. Though Ranti was first in love." he chatted, momentarily made Sean speechless to realize that Yashinta had not known the man Ranti meant.

"Gue's an impingement?" Sean lifted the bicra after quite a long time–feel objection. Yashinta smiles. "No, completely, anyway. It's just good that Sean is next to Ranti when Ranti needs her."

"Yas will support one hundred percent" he continued, which made Sean shake his head, trying to land his palm on the top of the girl's head because Yashinta was so adorable. But Kafka who pulled the girl made Sean stop doing it.

"Kafka's gonna?" yashinta asked, thrusting the still intact roasted corn on Kafka. Kafka nodded and bit the grilled corn then nodded his head as the grilled corn tasted delicious landing on his tongue.

Yashinta smiled with satisfaction. Come enjoy the grilled corn and bite it right on the bite mark Kafka.

That night, Yashinta added a note of valuable experiences in his life when tomorrow is his birthday. He got a lot of valuable things during these few hours. He enjoys being with all of Kafka's classmates.

Enjoy grilled corn and sausages, singing, dancing and enjoying the fire upload also star-studded sky complete with a very exhilarating atmosphere.

"Udah malem, the air is also cold. Get some sleep." tell Kafka when he finds the girl looking sleepy. The atmosphere has begun to quiet because other children have been sleeping a lot, most of whom are still awake are boys who are still cool chatting, staying up while enjoying coffee and skirts.

"Yaudah, Yas is sleeping. Kafka wants to wear Yas's jacket? It's cold in here."

"No need. Loe take it." said Kafka, Yashinta nodded in understanding. Then he got up from his seat and waved at Kafka, passing into the tent where his companions had closed as soon as he arrived.

****

The time was half twelve nights when Yashinta was just lying in the tent. He could not close his eyes so in the end, the girl chose to get up and out of the tent after half an hour.

He paused for a moment in front of his tent, looking at the men who were still in his position but Kafka did not appear to be there. Yashinta frowned. Looking at her phone and opening the calendar, the girl smiled gleefully.

Could Kafka be preparing a birthday surprise for her for the first time? The girl smiled widely, then stepped on the boy who was still there. "Where are you, Dad?" ask the guy who was holding the guitar and sitting in Kafka's place.

"It looks that way, huh, Yas. Loe hasn't slept?"

"Oh, not yet. I can't sleep."

"Kafka's deremonied warden, yeah, Yas?" his god made the others look at him full of ignorance. But Yashinta only responded with a smile, thanking him for telling Kafka whereabouts and then stepped away in the direction the man pointed.

He walked east on the road to the river. Yashinta just smiled as long as his feet stepped, until he found the silhouette of Kafka sitting on grass.

The girl was just about to wave and call Kafka, but the appearance of someone from the direction of the river and seemed to reach Kafka's hand made Yashinta just peck in place.

"Loe really isn't afraid to go there?" kafka asked Saras, who asked him to be escorted to the river to wash his shoes, which were spilled by Aris' coffee.

"No, anyways light. The children put the lights there too." he said, who then sat next to Kafka. Both equally enjoy the sound of the flow of river water and stars scattered in space.

"Loe, why don't you say that this jacket is a Yashinta couple?" asked Saras in an annoyed tone. Upset Kafka who had let her cross paths with Yashinta and wore a similar jacket.

"No papa. He won't be angry either." Kafka said relax.

"It's so bad you!"

"Loe used to talk to me Saras. Loe thinks I'm what the fuck, anyway?" kafka's wrath rattled the top of the girl's head.

"Hmm, I have to assume loe what, well? A boyfriend? An affair? Uh, the cheating one, it's me."

Kafka clucked, lazy if Saras discussed it. "Don't talk about it, I'm lazy" Kafka said. Saras simply smiled, looked at Kafka's face fixedly, then leaned his head on Kafka's shoulder, a sight that made the Yashinta behind them just stare in disbelief.

Kafka held the girl's shoulder.

"Gue is concerned that you're done. So I just take care of my problems with Yashinta, I've cape. I want to be free from him." kafka's chat ends ********breath at the end of his sentence.

"There's only five days left, you're done. That's." Saras replied, then turned to Kafka and made their gazes meet. "Thanks Kafka, thank you for your struggle. Thanks for being there for me."

"Because I love you the same loe Saras." furthermore, it was Yashinta's feet that stepped back as the two people before her fused their lips together.

When a drop of water fell from her eyes and soaked her cheeks, Yashinta chose to turn the body upside down, then stepped away with a stifled sob.

Kafka stops her action when Saras stops her first and makes her wonder. "Loe can killusin Yashinta?" saras asked, hesitating. Kafka remained silent for a while, then nodded his head in an unconvinced look.

"Kaos loe–"

"Oh, this." Kafka looked at his shirt which created a furore of children a while ago. "Hafi made it, I just took it right and didn't know anything." tell Kafka who made Saras nod in understanding.

***

Yashinta returned to the tent with a cry. He muffled his so strongly so as not to disturb his sleeping friends. Today, he re-engraved the precious memories of his life in this moment of camp.

The impossible moment will be forgotten, where Saras and Kafka easily make his heart hurt. Very wounded.

Yashinta's heart was broken to pieces. The memories with Kafka throughout this day are recorded clearly in his memory. His beautiful memories that make him very happy, then he was just slammed after being flown up to the horizon.

The girl took a cell phone. Without thinking long immediately dialed Gibran number. Because the only name that came to her memory was that man. Yashinta didn't care what time it was, as she immediately spoke as soon as the call was connected.

"Mas Gibran–" he could not compile a short sentence that he would say to the man.

"Cashinta, Yashinta. What's up?"

"Jas wants to go home, Mas. Yas wants to go home" he said without caring about Gibran's raucous voice. No matter if he has disturbed the man's sleep.

"Why you?" Yashinta did not answer and just sobbed, of course making Gibran worried on the other end.

"Where are you now? Let me pick it up."

****

His expectations for Kafka may be too great. His love for Kafka may be overrated. Sorry for that guy too much. Yashinta often condoned Kafka's unreasonable actions even though he hurt her just because he loved the man so much.

But this time, Kafka scratched an extreme deep wound in his heart. It almost completely destroyed the girl's feelings.

Saras and Kafka.

How could they betray her so deeply without her knowing? And so far, Yashinta has placed great trust in those two people.

A car light does not make Yashinta move from his position. For a long time the girl was just crouching with her hands hugging her knees and head bowed. She shed her tears non-stop since a while ago.

He does not care about the sounds of creepy night animals if he is aware. Only one thing came to his head, going home. He wants to go home.

"Yaskins."

The girl looked up, raised her eyes and met Gibran's eyes. Instead of getting up and hugging the man he had been waiting for his presence, the girl actually returned to bowing her gaze with a more loud stuffing heard.

Gibran crouched down, pulled the girl's body in his arms and made Yashinta's cry even more in Gibran's arms.

The girl had said before that Gibran was home to her. A place to complain, a place to go home.

TB