Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Yashinta and Angel Help

"Kalo Kafka is angry, no papa. Let Yas go home alone." the girl smiled at Kafka who did not even look at her.

"Tupperware Yas where's Kafka?" ask him, get ready to come down.

"Gue dump!" kafka, spontaneous. Seems not to care one bit.

"Why was he dumped? Yas told you not to lose why it was thrown away, Kafka?" yashinta's tone shook.

Kafka looked over with a cynical face.

"I'm saying why am I throwing it away?"

Yashinta tried hard to hold back her tears so as not to fall back in front of Kafka. The girl only smiled even though her eyes were welling up.

"Where are you throwing it? Let Yas find it later. Tupperware is important to Yas!" the girl said calmly.

"How important is cheap tupperware for you?" cibir Kafka who actually made Yashinta sigh, then still maintained his smile.

"Maybe Kafka is cheap and means nothing. But for Yas, it matters. Since childhood, when school, my late mother often ready to bekel for Yas in the tupperware."

"Eating Yas is very dear to the tuperware, it's a memento from mama. If Yas is sad, Yas invited the tupperware to chat Kafka. Now Yas needs another." Yashinta told it as if without burden, he spoke at length even though Kafka listened to him without interest.

Kafka was silent, but he felt that there was a part of his body that hurt to hear Yashinta's words. Why does that girl always have such a heartbreaking story? Why is that girl his girlfriend?

"Kafka be careful." said Yashinta after opening the car door.

After Yashinta got out of his car. Kafka was silent for a moment, hesitating to leave the girl in the middle of the road. But, the next few seconds, Kafka shook his head, brushed off his thoughts and chose not to care. He drove the car just like that at high speed, leaving Yashinta alone despite the late night.

Yashinta stared at the departure of Kafka's car by trying to hold back her tears. Until he crouched there, hugged his knees and bowed his head, crying his eyes out on the side of the road. His heart hurts, it hurts.

He had not expected Kafka to take him down on the streets at night like this. And Yashinta was more unexpected with Kafka who just threw away his valuables.

What's the name if it's not evil? But Yashinta loved him very much, Yashinta could not be angry at Kafka, even if only a little.

The public transport that carried Yashinta continued. The girl who was inside just silently daydreamed with a shabby face. He is Yashinta, and he must be strong. He cannot continue to be sad.

Yashinta tried to smile, bracing herself if she was okay. And what Kafka did was a caliphate. He was sure that the man was just angry with him.

"Daddy, stop where?"

Yashinta regained consciousness as the transport driver slowly stopped his car.

"From now on we're just muters." continued, a little upset.

"Which area are we in, sir?" He looked outside and did not recognize the area.

"Well, Yas's house is not in this area sir." the girl only realized because all along the way she was just daydreaming.

"Well, how, Deck. I've finished narik, from earlier also bring the adek back and forth, right?"

Yashinta patted his own head, then paid the fare and got off the angkot after saying thanks. He felt pain in his head.

"Where is it, huh? Yas doesn't know this place." Yashinta stared around, the lonely, gripping streets terrified her.

The girl began to fidget, she was in a quiet area these nights.

"Relax Yas, calm down. Take a hape, ask Papah to pick it up."

Yashinta reached into his phone in his uniform pocket, and he did not know what to say when it turned out his cell phone battery ran out. Just like in a soap opera. Yashinta did the same when she was abandoned by Kafka, crouched down and hugged her knees in tears.

He doesn't know what to do now, or maybe until the morning. No vehicles passed there. He could only hope that an angel would save him and bring him home safely.

Yashinta offered such a prayer. "Mama, Mama can send an angel, 'cause Yas can go home."

"Jas wants to see Papa."

**

"Yes, Sir. I was on my way home, but it seemed. Hello, hello .....," the connection was cut off, making the handsome-looking man with a firm jawline grumble when he found his phone out of battery.

The man—Gibran slammed his batrai-depleted phone into the passenger seat beside him. He has to turn around, his body needs rest now and he has to go home soon.

Gibran looked around him, the lonely streets prone to sightings made him shiver, he circulated his gaze in all directions, usually the fear actually made him more curious to see all corners of the place.

Gibran's eyes glared as a female figure walked towards his car with a disheveled look. Gibran was just about to start the car engine when the figure knocked on the window of his car, making him surprised because the figure of the woman was quickly near his car.

Several times Gibran read short suras from the Qur'an that he memorized, but the figure never disappeared.

On the other hand, the figure that Gibran thought was the ghost, Yashinta. The girl must feel lucky because there is a car passing by, feeling that the car actually stopped, Yashinta chose to go to him and ask for help.

But baby, when the driver of the car did not actually reveal it.

"Omm, Ma'am, sir, please Yas!" he shouted while knocking on the car window because he did not know who the driver was in the car. Whether male or female, it may be transgendre. Or whatever age Yashinta doesn't know.

"Oooooom!"

"Babeckk!"

"Kouy."

"Geez!"

The girl screamed as she continued to knock on the car window. Only the car was her hope.

"This is Yashinta, not kuntilanak really."

It seemed that Yashinta had to completely give up when the car actually backed away leaving her. In one day, for the third time Yashinta repeated the same action. He hugged his knees while crying.

"Aw," Yashinta touched his forehead, there was fresh blood there. Yashinta clucked, this must be because earlier in the angkot he had hit the steering chair.

Yashinta is sobbing.

Until he felt a pat on the shoulder and then raised his gaze.

**

Halfway through the journey, Yashinta continued to thank Gibran for helping him and bringing him home.

True, when Gibran had pulled back his car to escape leaving Yashinta because he thought the girl was a ghost, Gibran continued to pay attention to her despite his fear. And he saw the girl's foot that was treading to the ground when it was hit by the light of the car's lamp, so he drove his car up to the girl and asked about the whereabouts of Yashinta on the streets these nights so sure that he was human.

After the girl explained it in detail if she daydreamed while in an angkot and passing through the housing, Gibran understood, then offered to drive the girl home.

Although he did not expect that the girl he was carrying was a drop of a little girl who always disturbed the bear in the middle of the forest. Cute creature named Masha.

"Jas doesn't know what Yas's fate is if there's no Om,"

Gibran turned his head with raised eyebrows. Om? Since when did he have such a nephew?

"Yas was desperate, afraid Yas kidnapped, afraid of being bullied by subtle creatures. Just the same!" with a feeling of relief.

Gibran sighed, the girl beside him was completely unable to stop talking, making Gibran's head feel dizzy.

"Through right what's left?" he diverted the conversation when he was on a fork in the road.

"Where do you want?"

"Which way is your home?"

Yashinta smiled, showed off a row of her white teeth, then replied.

"Right."

Gibran drove his car to the right, the girl began to fall silent until she pointed to a magnificent house with a towering black gate.

Girban's car stopped in the courtyard of the girl's house, he did not expect that the girl he found was the son of a rich man. The girl managed to persuade him into her magnificent home even though Gibran initially tried hard to resist.

TB