Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

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The only name that comes to Kafka's head when he believes that if it wasn't Ranti who picked Yashinta up is Gibran. Kafka felt quite confident that Gibran was the one who picked up the girl, so that after returning from the house of Yashinta, the place Kafka was going to be the Gibran apartment.

Kafka impatiently pressed the bell, it took a while for Gibran to show up and open the door.

Kafka did not immediately ask or talk, just looked at Gibran and saw the look of his brother's tired face with a little dark circles around his eyes.

Kafka knew that a few days ago the brother had gone out of town to solve a problem in their subsidiary. The man must have been exhausted, there was a sense of unbearability in Kafka's heart if he had to reprimand or scold him.

"Why what?" ask Gibran.

"You stop by," the man gawked in, past Gibran who was standing in the doorway. Enough to make the brother wonder. Though when he saw Kafka through the intercom screen a while ago, Gibran had predicted that the younger brother would discuss about Yashinta.

***

Yashinta's girlfriend

Loe why come back?

Loe back no bilamg, what's up, anyway? Panic, you know?

Where is loe now?

Don't bother, Yashinta!

Yashinta just stared at the chat from Kafka with a flat gaze after opening the phone which she had ignored since last night. He saw dozens of missed calls from Kafka. Yashinta re-opens the chat application when there is an incoming message from a new number.

+6285*******

Yas, you go home to Jakarta by yourself? Why didn't you say.

Yashinta. I think he knows who sent the message. Saracs.

Why Saras must ask when the reason Yashinta returned quickly to Jakarta was himself. Because the girl plays back with Kafka. Desperate to make Yashinta eliminate them both.

Yashinta looked at the circular watch on her wrist as it showed one o'clock in the afternoon and the door of her room was knocked from the outside.

"Non, Yas, there's Mas Sean." Bi Rasti's voice sounded.

"Yes, Bi." Yashinta said, half lazy to get out of bed with a white t-shirt and shorts. He opened the door, looking at Sean who was standing in front of the door of his room.

"Sean, what's wrong?" ask the girl. Sean did not reply, only lifting the paper bag in his hand in front of Yashinta.

"Mama made another cake and told me to make this for you." Poking it at Yashinta who was instantly accepted by the girl.

"Thank you." the girl replied with a stiff smile, enough to make Sean able to read if there was a problem that was happening. Yashinta is not like this.

"Loe's got a problem?"

"Loe's the same Kafka, noisier? Why go to Jakarta alone?" Sean asked in succession.

"Cafca macem-macem?" ask again. Yashinta exhaled.

"Sean doesn't have to interfere. Yas can take care of Yas himself." said Yashinta, hoping Sean was not involved. He already felt guilty enough to make Sean go home before the camp ended.

"If he's a macem I can't be put on them." Sean was stubborn, the man looked angry when he saw something was wrong with Yashinta. Sean turned around, about to pass away but Yashinta held the man's wrist.

Sean turned his head, the anger in his eyes was like easing when he saw Yashinta's heartbreaking look. "Please, Sean. Don't fuck Kafka. Believing Yas can handle Yas's own problems." she pleads with Sean.

Sean was just staring at the girl. He had promised himself that he would beat Kafka if he hurt Yashinta. But apparently Kafka did not listen to him and Yashinta seemed unwilling if Sean left a bonyok wound on the man's face.

"Loe if you want to lie why don't you code me first, anyway?" ranti's annoyance. The girl was about half an hour after Sean's departure.

Yashinta was silent when the girl came and grumbled because Yashinta brought his name to Sean without contacting him first– made Ranti feel embarrassed when Sean asked about Yashinta's whereabouts to her.

Ranti who saw the gloomy face of Yashinta certainly knew if there was a problem, but she just looked at the girl and waited for Yashinta who told her story without having her first ask.

"Kafka, Ranti."

"Sorry." the girl's eyes glazed over.

Ranti guessed that the beginning was the man. "Suck!" Ranti cursed annoyed. Yashinta touched Ranti's hand which suddenly clenched tightly. As if ready to beat Kafka.

"What else does he do with loe?" Ranti can't be unemotional.

"Kafka is Saras." Ranti was angry when Saras' name was mentioned. Two people he does not like hurt his best friend, of course Ranti is angry.

"So far Kafka cheated on Saras" he continued with a pooled eye. Recalling how painful it was when he caught the two men kissing.

Yashinta cried with a sob. "Yas squirms they kiss, Ranti. Yas heart ached." this time Yashinta surrendered herself in Ranti's arms, hugging Ranti tightly.

Ranti was certainly saddened to hear that, she just hugged Yashinta and rubbed the girl's back.

On the one hand, it might be very good because it means that Yashinta sees the ugliness of Kafkan and realizes that the man is just playing with him.

But on the other hand, if you knew Yashinta would be this broken, it was very difficult for Ranti to see it.

"Okay, so after mergokin Kafka same Saras loe back to Jakarta itself?" honestly Ranti does not believe this, it feels like Yashinta is not as brave to go home alone– in the middle of the night anyway–though the situation is very urgent.

Yashinta shook her head, breaking her arms at Ranti. Ranti's hand stretched out to wipe away the trace of tears on the girl's cheeks.

"Jas was picked up by Mas Gibran."

For a moment, Ranti stared after hearing the answer. Hearing Gibran's name, her chest still pounding, Ranti has not been able to erase her feelings for the man even though she realizes that her love will only be a one-handed feeling.

"Yas asked Mas Gibran to pick up and bring Yas to his apartment." continued Yashinta who increasingly made a glimmer of hope remaining in Ranti's heart was destroyed in an instant.

The girl only smiled wryly, then grabbed back Yashinta in her arms so that the girl did not notice the change in look on her face.

"Loe was lucky because the angel loe was always there for you" he said, wiping Yashinta's back. Yashinta in her arms nodded her head.

Ranti was right, lucky Gibran was always there. That man has always been there.

***

Yashinta does not know if Arumi still holds a small party for him. When he went downstairs after taking a nap, the main room of the house was already quite luxurious. There are many large white and silver-colored balloon.

Yashinta happy birthday writing from the gold letter balloon is listed there.

Arumi who saw him immediately approached Yashinta's arrival with a balloon in his hand. Sean seemed busy with Bi Rasti and also Ranti who had not returned home certain, because the girl came to party as usual–besides to find out the chronology of Yashinta's return.

"Why did you come down? The surprise is not yet" said Arumi when Yashinta just stood on the last rung of the stairs. Yashinta smiles. "No papa, Aunt. I've already." he grinned at the end of his sentence.

Arumi smiled, then took the girl. "Come, let Auntie help you neatly, Aunt will dance you more beautiful." Arumi asked, Yashinta nodded her head, then the two women walked up the stairs to Yashinta's room.

Andri who just came out of her study after contacting someone and seeing Arumi along with Yashinta just smiled. It seems he chose the right prospective mother to connect to his favorite daughter.

TB